Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul



Gypsy Heart

Written for Mind and Life Matters’ Limerick Challenge Week 6: Feral

She sauntered with a heart of a gypsy

All cloaked in music, art, and poetry

She is untamed, wild, and fierce

Braving her demons and fears

With a jar of fervor and meraki

I’m starting this week with a beautiful quote from the Boy’s Life by Robert McCammon. A story about youth, innocence, dreams, and magic that I would really love to read. Every word from this quote is heartwarming that resonates truth to me. Have a great week, everyone. 🙂 🙂 🙂

P.S “Meraki” is a new found word which

…may be quite close to “ardor,” but is exclusively used when referring to one’s own creations. For example, when making a piece of furniture or cooking a dish, and really loving what you do, putting all your effort and creativity into it, you can be said to be doing it with “meraki”.

Fake Smiles

Written for Mind and Life Matters’ Limerick Challenge Week 5: Pain


And her eyes were like the clouds shedding tears

A cumulus of heartaches, pains, and fears

Tears rolled down like droplets of rain

Hiding beneath the smile she feigns

A silent scream, deep down, nobody hears

It is painful enough to have a silent scream but to have to put up a smile to hide it, is even more agonizing. Some people fake a smile because they have no one to turn to, some people fear that they’ll be misunderstood, while some would rather keep the suffering to themselves than be a burden to anyone else. Oftentimes, it’s a tug-of-war between breaking down and faking smile.

So, today, I hope we find time to let it go. Let it all go, even just for a minute. Don’t try to hold it in. Cry, scream, drop the fake smile. And then breathe, take a deep one. 🙂


Written for Mind and Life Matters’ Limerick Challenge Week 3: Magic


In life there is no greater mystery

Than a true love devoid of trickery

Two souls stood the test of time

With trust and faith intertwined

And the magic of love they hold key

Yesterday, I posted a six word story about an old couple dancing sweetly under the sun. I couldn’t help but think how amazing that couple must be and wonder what could be their secret to a lasting love. It’s surprising how the world has defined love in so may ways yet it still remained a mystery at the end of the day. 🙂

Immortal Love

Written for Mind and Life Matters’ Limerick Challenge Week 2: Immortal


There was a man and a woman in love

A promise made to the heavens above

Though life seemed so vicious

Ruthless, harsh, and malicious

An immortal love they’ll forever have

Have a happy morning everyone! 🙂

A Sunday Limerick


Never have I looked straight into those eyes
For I have nothing but a fear and a sigh
Fear that I’d see right through her pain
When I have been living my life in vain
Walking all mighty and high

Never have I held her in my arms
Or bothered to ask if she’s cold or warm
For asking meant letting the truth to seep through
Saddling me the weight of things I couldn’t do
In sidewalks, these young souls swarm.

After going to church yesterday, a street kid of about three or four years of age came to me asking for money. She was a skinny little girl and her innocent black eyes beneath those noticeably gorgeous long lashes were looking up to me full of hope. Little did she know that I was a towering coward. It scared me to think that she might be raised by one of those syndicates here in our country that prey on little children to do the dirty work for them. It scared me to think that she might end up buying a plastic of rugby instead of food for herself. It scared me to think that she’ll hand the money to her parents and use it for God-knows-what. A lot of things were running on my mind and I did the most common thing people do— I walked past her, ignoring her little voice and her outstretched little hands.

A few steps later, I looked back and saw her follow an elderly woman who did the same thing. That’s when I made up my mind. It was bad enough for me to think ill of her but it was worse ignoring such innocent soul. I may not be able to change the world but maybe I can at paint a smile on that little girl’s face. Maybe next Sunday, I can look straight into her eyes.

Hmm.. I don’t want to  hand money though, how about a burger and fries? 🙂

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