poetry by Zerayn D.

  • When the storm chose us

    I have protested,we called it “we,”yet never oncedid it become “us.” I lingeredbetween hurting and healing,between trembling fearand faithful feeling. We stoodwhere resilience met ruin,where every promisewas already undoing. Since the dawn of days,I answered your invitation. You welcomed meinto… Continue reading

    When the storm chose us
  • “We,” you said

    “We,” you said,but there was never us,only promises fadinginto silence and dust. It was never a mistaketo care for someone.The cost of betrayal,for being a cowardand not fighting for what you love and care,is the greatest evil of love.For love… Continue reading

    “We,” you said
  • A Dance of Grief and Grace: Poetic Insights

    Before your grief began to show,you opened wide a world I’d know,a lush realm bathed in golden hue,where dawn broke soft with morning dew. In my room, the light would climb,through rainforest canopies, lush and prime;each sunrise painted skies with… Continue reading

    A Dance of Grief and Grace: Poetic Insights
  • Cada cosa a su tiempo: “Everything in its own time.”

    There were things in life we encounterthat from the first time we see them,we already sense their grandeur,how valuable,how precious,how marvelous! We were so excited as they stepped unto our door,and we reached for them with our hands, with warm… Continue reading

    Cada cosa a su tiempo: “Everything in its own time.”
  • The Man of Diamonds and his Grief

    when he retreated, it’s not the fear of them,he looked cold and weak, condemned by hem,misanthrope, nonchalant in every theme,uncaring and selfish, that’s how he’d seem. yet beneath the bright lights, sharp and keen,and radiant streaks of his diamond sheen,where… Continue reading

    The Man of Diamonds and his Grief
  • When the Lotus Blooms

    They began playing the ensembles,Mahori music in loud rambles,in front yards of shops and homes,in improvised event halls are formed of sound and rhythm, yet to begin,the circles are yet to be seen,for Romvong comes after some catalyst,where dance steps… Continue reading

    When the Lotus Blooms
  • Love and Fear

    The time has come to let you hearthe secret tunes I’ve held so near,the quiet plans beneath my tongue,the hidden truths I’ve softly sung. I want to go, to find my way,to grow beyond where we both stay,not always close,… Continue reading

    Love and Fear
  • Finding Joy in a Blue Christmas: A Journey of Self-Rediscovery

    “It was a difficult decision that we are postponing… but we are not cancelling,” said the announcement. If you are following Asian news, you must already know that two countries have agreed to a ceasefire along the borders. The conflict… Continue reading

    Finding Joy in a Blue Christmas: A Journey of Self-Rediscovery
  • Sync and Zing

    We dined with laughter, worries long gone,Where I was drawn in, included, carried along.They asked what I liked, with teasing and play,endless nonsense and my smiles brightened your day. It made you smile watching my laughter unfold,by the pool, playful… Continue reading

    Sync and Zing
  • Out of the Frame

    They gather close, adjusting clothes,fixing hair where soft light glows,faces checked, no shadows bend,each pose perfected to the end. Tap,click,flash! A photo sealed,laughter echoes, smiles revealed,they crowd around that silver gleam,a photo born, a frozen dream. But tell me, did… Continue reading

    Out of the Frame