Author: AinaBalagtas

I am an essayist, a news correspondent, a poet, a big fan of language and words; an ardent lover of arts and imagination-- I am a writer.
Creative · Non-Fiction · Poetry

Serendipity

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What’s your favorite word?

In moments spun from threads unseen,
Where fate and chance weave in between,
A whispered breeze, a star’s soft fall,
Serendipity comes to call.

A glance, a touch, a fleeting word,
A song by winds of fortune stirred.
Two paths that never thought to meet
Now dance together, light and sweet.

A coin dropped once, a turn, a door,
Reveals a world unknown before.
With eyes wide open, hearts in flight,
Wishing to find what’s hidden in plain sight.

Then that time comes, so soft, so sweet indeed,
To two wandering souls by chance they meet, a no hand deed,
No plan, no map, no grand design,
Just hearts aligned, a perfect sign.

Like raindrops falling, soft and slow,
Or flowers where they didn’t sow,
The sweetest things, they come to be,
Not forced, but found so naturally.

A glance exchanged, a smile anew,
A path untraveled leads to something new.
What once was hidden now is clear,
Serendipity brought them near.

So there they are, without a clue,
But somehow they were meant for something true.
In all that’s simple, wild, and free,
Lives the magic of opportunity.

For magic lives in what they miss,
A sudden smile, an unplanned kiss.
The universe, with quiet grace,
Leads them to the perfect place.

So they trust the steps, the chance, they embraced,
The mystery time cannot erase.
For in the dance of life they see
The wonder of serendipity.

Creative · Love · Lyrics · Non-Fiction

“I’ll be looking at the moon, but I’ll be seeing you,” Irving Kahal

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What are you doing this evening?

Tonight she thinks of him, alone,
Beneath the moon’s soft silver tone.
Her heart a quiet, steady beat,
In rhythm with the stars’ retreat.

She wonders if he feels the same,
If whispers call him by her name.
Does he, like her, lie wide awake,
With thoughts of love he cannot shake?

The night is still, but in her mind
His voice, his touch, she seeks to find.
Across the miles, through dreams, she’s sure,
Their love remains, unseen, yet pure.

In every sigh, in every star,
She feels his presence from afar.
And though the night may stretch so wide,
Her love, tonight, stays by his side.

Diversity · Non-Fiction

Honor Our Differences

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What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?

What if we were all the same—
Each thought a mirror, every face a name?
Would we not tire of echoes near,
A world without contrast, nothing unclear?

What is a song without its range,
A sky untouched by winds of change?
For in our hues, our tones, our stride,
We find the spark that can’t be denied.

Some walk a path of quiet grace,
While others sprint a louder pace.
One heart speaks soft, another bold,
Yet both contain a world of gold.

Is not the mountain and the sea,
Both part of nature’s grand decree?
The high, the low, the rough, the clear,
All form the beauty we hold dear.

So honor what sets us apart,
The differing beat of every heart.
For in the dance of you and me,
Lies the truth of our shared humanity.

Creative · Nature · Non-Fiction

O Fall, You of All

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O season rich with golden light,
How sweetly do you charm the sight,
With every leaf, a tale you tell,
A whispered song, a silent spell.

Your breath, it cools the summer’s flame,
And paints the world with autumn’s name,
In hues of amber, red, and gold,
A beauty born as days grow old.

The trees, they shed their emerald dress,
And don a cloak of grand finesse,
Each branch adorned with colors bright,
A final burst before the night.

The air is crisp, the skies are clear,
As harvest time draws ever near,
The earth, it offers up its yield,
A bounty from the quiet field.

You bring a peace, a stillness rare,
A moment’s pause, a time to care,
For all the gifts the year has brought,
And all the lessons we have sought.

The moon grows fuller, nights stretch long,
And in the wind, a distant song,
It tells of winter’s creeping hand,
Yet in your warmth, we make our stand.

O Fall, your beauty stirs the soul,
A gentle call to feel whole,
In every leaf that drifts and sways,
You remind us of life’s sweet ways.

So let us walk beneath your sky,
And breathe you in, before goodbye,
For though you leave, you’ll come once more,
To bless our hearts as days restore.

Haiku · Non-Fiction

Dignity

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Steadfast and upright,
Grace in every silent step—
Dignity’s whisper.

Writing True

How I Relax

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How do you relax?

When I need to unwind and escape from the grind,
I’ve got a few tricks that help ease my mind.
I’ll start with a tune, belting notes with some power—
Yes, that’s right, I sing in the shower!

The steam starts to rise, I hit every note,
Like I’m a diva, or so I like to gloat.
But the shampoo’s my mic, and the soap’s on the floor,
I’ll probably slip, but I’ll still ask for more!

Once I’m all clean, in my robe, snug and tight,
I sit down to relax and, of course, start to write.
I scribble my thoughts, I let my mind roam,
Why stress over life when I can just write a poem?

With every rhyme, my worries fade fast—
Ah, relaxation, you’re a spell that will last.
So whether I’m singing or writing away,
It’s how I unwind at the end of the day!

Love · Non-Fiction · Ode

Ode To Love that Defies All Odds

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Love is not a fleeting spark,
But hope that kindles in the dark,
A flame that dances in the rain,
Through every loss, through every gain.

O love, that rises from the depths,
When all the world has turned away,
You stand, unwavering and bright,
A flame that night cannot betray.

When storms rage fierce and shadows grow,
And doubts creep in like creeping vines,
You hold your ground, defying fate,
Unbroken by the world’s designs.

What walls are built, what chains are thrown,
You shatter all with quiet grace,
A force no time nor trial can bind,
An endless strength, a boundless space.

O love that fights, O love that dares,
That climbs each mountain, breaks each chain—
In you we see the truth unveiled,
That nothing real can end in pain.

So let them speak, let doubts arise,
For love like ours knows not defeat.
It soars above, against the wind,
In every heart, a steady beat.

For love that conquers all the odds,
Is love that lives beyond the stars,
Unseen, untamed, yet always near—
A power greater than what’s far.

Writing True

Never! I Don’t Collect Garbage.

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Are you holding a grudge? About?

A grudge is a chain that binds the soul,
A heavy weight, a bitter toll.
It poisons hearts and clouds the mind,
Leaving peace far behind.

It starts as a spark, a seed of pain,
And grows into a thorny chain.
It whispers lies, it fans the flame,
Till all that’s left is endless blame.

But grudges steal the light away,
Turning night from brightest day.
They fill the heart with endless spite,
And rob the soul of pure delight.

Why let the past control your fate?
Why carry burdens filled with hate?
Release the grudge, and set it free,
And find the strength in unity.

Forgiveness is the key to peace,
A balm that brings the sweetest release.
Let go of anger, let love in,
And let the healing now begin.

For life is short, too short to waste,
On bitterness and endless haste.
Embrace the freedom, clear and wide,
And cast your grudges all aside.

In letting go, you’ll find your wings,
And rise above life’s petty stings.
For peace will flourish in your heart,
When grudges, once held, all depart.