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Archive for March, 2009

Paper Trail

Frenetic, as it landed
on the document tray,
an acid-tounged letter
replied to on impulse.
Foreshadowing regret
of telephone laments-
“What had happened?”
 
Post-its scribblings
by broken Staedtler
Staple wires sealing
recycled envelopes
while shredder syncopates
a denouement-
“Who’ll be the next?”
  
Attached in clips,
highlighted in neon-
eavesdropped gossips,
disguised information.
A persuasion of hearsays
into domesticated opinion-
“Is it the last day?”
 
The day of reckoning,
desks to be cleared-
clutter and disposables
into half-filled wastebin.
Empty cardboard [...]

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Highway and the Stranger

A silhouette of a stranger
divides the cable wires
and the rugged highway.
The afterthought
this twilight casting
petrified shadows.
Blurring visions
of the tempest tossed
are gathering storms
in his oblivion.
 
His quiet stares
from the sideroad
fills a void
among stratus clouds
sojourning distances.
Seeing past roadsigns.
Crossing through bridges
and some ditches
winding through,
for solitary meaning.
 
The stranger moves on
to wide open spaces.
Horizon travelled by
fading to endless
miles and miles- of his
counting [...]

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Pensive as I was in this lazy afternoon.  Looking out in the window and the hazy light filtered through. Sending dust like a strobe of crystals. I stared. Just stared for the longest time.
The muse didn’t come as I expected.  Like an acrylic tube on the verge of squeezing out  of its contents, I just [...]

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Rehearsing Love

It’s dress rehearsal tonight. You came
early as usual finding me,
perched at the proscenium
like a gallant cavallier.
Looking at you
with the warmth
of a thousand suns.
 
The stage is empty.
The krieg lights are dead.
The orchestra has no music.
The amphitheatre is a crowd
of empty chairs
waiting to be filled.
To watch our lonely hearts
find some happy endings.
 
Star-crossed lovers as we are
waltzing innuendos.
The [...]

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Canine Memories

At young age, I was severely smacked down by our pet dog.  When my father learned about it, he brought down his gun and pulled the trigger. The dog instantly died. But I was hospitalized, sending my parents into panic if I had contracted the dreaded rabies.  But thank God, there is no indication of [...]

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Life Uncommon

What if I finally embark on a mission to indigenous lands? How can I accept their way of life? Will I accept their culture as superior than I have born with and satisfied with? Will I ever change my way of life and draw some inspiration and become like them-unwary of the stress of the [...]

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Words To Live By

There are three words to learn if you want to be in harmony with almost anyone.  This is sorry-if you have unintentionally hurt or done mistake against someone. Another is thank you -if you have received in gratitude any kind of help from someone else. And the last  word is please-if you need something or simply asking [...]

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Musings of a Thirty-something

Somebody asked me if it is true, that my age is way past 30’s.  I just told them the truth, nothing less. Maybe it’s just a way to amuse me further, when they thought I am just 26 or something.  But really, inside me is just so younger than what my real age is. I [...]

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Dinner For Two

I prepared a meal tonight
for two-
 
forgive me
If I burn the dinner.
Just don’t know how
to hold the pan.
 
I wage a battle.
And I am afraid
of the flames,
and the sound
of the oil
furiously
expelling water.
 
I waited for you
till two-
 
forgive me
If that is all I have to do.
Just don’t know how
to hold your time.
 
I braved through agony.
And I am afraid
of the [...]

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Unknown

I type the words.
Blank, and it bleeps per second
until the rush of thoughts
smothered this numbness,
lifeless touch.
 
I search and scroll down
through ages and ages,
stretches into aeons
beneath the fragiled
randomness of senses
Of anecdotes-
without explanation
to things that
I didn’t see it coming.
 
I fumbled to signals,
deciphering signs
immobile to reason
while the impulses
will tread the pages
of dot-imprints
extracted from archaic,
medieval chatter.

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