Posted in Current Affairs, Literature on Nov 12th, 2009 1 Comment »
Flipping through a newspaper is like a world
in a still shot of words. A night sky of falling stars
against the backdrop of inkblots and faded graphite.
Filling out the whiteness of pages parched with yesterday
scenes captured and distilled in silence. Here, where
its blackness became a cure to this ennui. A distraction.
A flotsam of unhappy events, of somebody’s [...]
Posted in Literature on Oct 31st, 2009 2 Comments »
Either way, we will neglect
this guesswork.
Swimming in the stream
of people encapsulated
in their self-made walls.
Jammed in traffic
of clues and hints,
lip synching the same
old line of self-defense.
A justification
followed by explanations.
Why do we choose to stay
the same?
For you, love is
a crossword puzzle
deciphering codes
stitching words.
If words would say rightly
the true meaning from the heart.
Then, we don’t need
a second chance
to [...]
Posted in Literature, Memoirs on Oct 16th, 2009 1 Comment »
There was a time in our lives
when we thought of the raincloud
as omen, spoiling the day
for us to play in the open.
The rain fills the street canals like rivers.
And if it has stopped, then hurriedly,
we rip pages from our notepads
to make us- paper boats.
We were so young then.
We are fond of races. We will race [...]
Posted in Literature, Memoirs on Sep 6th, 2009 2 Comments »
I hug my bag closer,
seeking comfort of a mother
wondering why,
in the midst of strangers,
seated in a row,
seeing life as hard
as the wooden table.
I dread writing,
clutching each force,
engraving the words
to a fragile memory wall
of that tiny classroom,
I cannot understand.
I wish I could go home
content, isolated from distraction.
And wait for a mother
to teach me the alphabet
unhurriedly without
pressure.
Even [...]
Posted in Current Affairs, Literature on Aug 27th, 2009 2 Comments »
Half of the world rising up
on the east welcoming sun,
watching the day unfolds.
Hoping for grace, a fresh start.
While, there is a nacreous pearl,
a shell of the western sky peering.
Through the ridges and ridges
of sand-covered castles in the city.
Orange gloom in the showers
of the sandstorm. Like an hourglass,
little diamonds in the seave.
Time slips down in a [...]
Posted in Literature, Memoirs on Aug 1st, 2009 3 Comments »
There was a time when I thought happiness
was infinite and the night full of stars.
And I have my way of keeping track
each day written on a page. There was a time,
when the breeze came to my sails
as it float away myriad of dreams-
like kites braving the sky.
And the harvest is here,
filled my basket overflowing
of summer [...]
Posted in Literature on Jul 19th, 2009 2 Comments »
To this semi-privacy. An epitaph reads,
“in this sanctum, a restless, herein lies,
its opaque remembrance failing to breath
devoid of oxygen, rousing to the grind
like a zombie of the worst kind”.
Against the ancient cracked walls, my fingers
will then, smear red letter stains of anguish.
The light bulb is my flickering moon
cocooned in cobwebs, I dread.
It went dead as [...]
Posted in Literature on Jun 24th, 2009 6 Comments »
Today, he waits
at the station, searching through
the window panes. And soon
he’ll run along, chasing
shadows to his past.
The train became a home
to a lover. A wanderer of days-
exiled to traveling distances.
An evacuee amidst
the maze of constant strangers.
A thought, he is keeping-
of a woman he lost.
That last glimpse returning,
as she boarded a train-
happily blew him a kiss.
But [...]
Posted in Memoirs on May 24th, 2009 No Comments »
I once had the chance to swim the Pasig River when I was just about five or six, I guess. An uncle, who was a robust teenager that time, invited by his friends, tagged me along with him one afternoon. We walked across J.P Rizal street and descended some flight of steps going to the [...]
Posted in Memoirs, Religion on Apr 25th, 2009 1 Comment »
I was on my way to a restaurant that late afternoon to meet a friend, hurrying and my mind was filled with gloomy thoughts. My mind just wandered aimlessly, battling inner fears.
Rebel as I was, it seems that I am all wearied and fighting against the world, crushed in the agony of my self-defeat- I [...]
