December months bring rains and st… They are called monsoons. A child trotted along behind her They trudged muddy thoroughfare, Searching a place of communication…

Some people say that marriage is a… Some people choose to hold on... Some people choose to forego... And in the process of things, people forget what they’re meant t…

Her young soul shrouded with apprehension. A short trip home was like a million miles away. She rushed into the room

Looking for answers— Same questions, always asked— In the darkness

Christmas eve carolers sing from d… As children sing along by the Cap… Up above the balcony, lined up in… Christmas is here! Children’s smi… String bands paraded with pride—

It was December morn, aboard the ferry to where I was bo… It’s been ten years and I dreaded… to my sweet, ancestral home. Saltiness in the air,

Suddenly, once grayish white cloud… turned deeper grey and floated in… Lightnings flashed behind clouds a… accompanied with roaring thunder warning everything below

Give it a rest, someone told me se… I replied more than once or twice: I will rest when I’m dead. Do you… I am only here on earth for just a… I will strive to do good deeds to…

Abominable as it had been Accountable to the nature’s befalling tragedy... All lost and gained... love, joy and peace.

A quick glimpse of him As we passed each other... To the barracks ... questions to be answered. He was tied, no sense to fight.

Up on the Aratiles tree, the little girl shouted to thee. “Red berries are now ready, get the basket, come and see!” Under the Aratiles tree,

The Drying Tree By: Imrogue Pine needles brittled— The tree’s tall—remains upright— So still and hopeful—

Borrowed Time By: Imrogue In time, memories fade... but, I… Some memories may pain me and some… I am graced with borrowed time and…

My heart beats in organized fleet, Perfect timing in every beat. It’s faster... lifted me to limere… Since you came to my senses! I will have to swear no pretenses.