in this colour palette of life, you are a vibrant, bold hue,

and you tell me i shouldnt be

the muted pastel that i am.


if we are music to be played,

you are the pop song featured on the radio,

and i am just the acoustic version.


find us on the dance floor, and see that you are

the waltz or the salsa or the tango;

im only the slow dance you dont care to watch.


people would describe you as

loud, flashy, vivid – me as

gentle, subdued, enigmatic.


but together, we are

chaos and calm,

entropy and equilibrium.



youve got yourself written

all over my heart.

but i suppose that’s fine –

after all,

you were just the best of

bad ideas documented.

i tried to chase you down,

for a while at least;

lived thinking

i couldnt be happy without you.

it was a dance

choreographed around you.

at least now i can say

that’s one lesson down.

you were great,

but temporary only.

laughter, a few sparkling nights, and

a seeming brightness

isnt all i need.

im much happier

with this.

p.s. this is a poem about having fun versus being content. there is no connection to any people. to see the part of the video that inspired me, click here.


a soft halo of light

surrounds the silhouette

of your face.

the world pauses

just for a moment –

an epiphany


this is

serendipity indeed,

’cause God knows

i wasnt looking for anybody.

but your voice

is mellifluous,

and there’s warm skin

when our shoulders brush.

if it were you and me, us,

things might work out;

it might last

forever this time.

ive got high hopes,

and yes,

this is danger zone.


especially considering that

when you look at the stars,

youre thinking of her

and not me.


it is as if everyone is in a room,

but we are not really together.

for they stay on their side

and we stay on ours.


is it because of gender?

because there are wage gaps

and the idea that women

are less than men.


or is it because of politics?

because there are liberals and conservatives,

each person secretly thinking their methods

are better than those of the person next to them.


or is it because of race?

because a person cannot change

the colour of skin that they are born with,

yet a select few are constantly targeted because they are darker than others.


or is it because of religion?

because it is assumed that some are automatically terrorists

or that some have the

“holier than thou” mindset.


or is it because of sexual orientation?

because some are not allowed to love

the people that they love,

and then they are shunned because of it.


togetherness is hard to come by

when we so readily divide ourselves.

in this room, they will stay on their side

and we will stay on ours.