Posted in Current Affairs, Literature on Sep 3rd, 2009 2 Comments »
That is when I would want to stop
thinking about numbers. Straining my eyes
glued to the pages of the calendar
pinned on the wall, I marked of days
in and out. In a work life punching timecard.
You never knew how stressful it was,
to run alongside the clock ticking deadline.
And seeing life like a finish line,
guessing as if today [...]
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 Current Affairs, Literature on Aug 10th, 2009 4 Comments »
Came down the confetti
among the concrete gardens
of skyscrapers in the city
we embrace-
the promise of freedom
remembering the days
when you conquer
the hearts of men.
Frail and afraid
among the chains,
blind slaves to tyranny.
Bye, bye
yellow butterfly.
Flutter your wings
amidst the tempest
set free, unafraid
of your glory-defining
turbulent life.
Like the many yellow
ribbons tossed in the wind,
a salutation to dawn.
An ode to the beauty
of your [...]
Posted in Current Affairs, Literature on Jul 25th, 2009 4 Comments »
On the passages, it says
of a prison, an exile. In Babylon
where walls and ceilings are gone.
Watching the blue sky
turn into darkness, blotted out
by billows of smoke and fire
over ruins of crushed bricks
and pulverized sandstones.
Three hundred and sixty five days.
And life now are moving images
of evacuees and troops,
of tanks and warplanes
from a distance. Boundaries
of earth mounds [...]
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 Literature on May 30th, 2009 4 Comments »
Father, I remember-
waiting for you
on my birthday
And they say,
you’ll bring home
a present like
what other boys have.
I wish of a little toy
I will ride along
in the neighborhood.
And try to belong.
Father, I forgot
how long-
I have chased
the speed of days,
counting roosters
that have crowed
at dawn break.
All the hope
that have died
and buried inside. I forgot
the tears that have dried.
Father, quite [...]
Posted in Current Affairs on May 29th, 2009 No Comments »
Two nights ago, I tossed left and right in my bed , restless and not knowing what I have been missing these past few days. Isolation takes a toll and there are days that I can’t bear the reclusivity. Those were the days when I felt that I don’t differ to the things you can find [...]
Posted in Film, Literature, Memoirs on Apr 28th, 2009 No Comments »
Sylvia, you struggled with the night, they don’t see you. And the madness you have kept along since your youth, stand watch to the agony of your desire, I feel you, even if Ted fades away. They seem to like you and your outbursts of anger, unmindful of the things you are so capable of [...]
Posted in Travel on Feb 1st, 2009 No Comments »
Traffic. The car stops. This one will be longer, I guess. So I just fielded my gaze travelling into the vastness of the Arabian soil. My mind just wander. And wander still. Back. Five years ago.
It’s early morning, I am walking along the streets of Mabini glossing over overseas employment prospects in the Middle East. I can’t [...]
Posted in Memoirs on Jan 15th, 2009 No Comments »
She, who had made herself contented, in the quietness and peacefulness of domestic life and who has remained unmarried. She never complained about loneliness of going solo, though I believed she had the love of a real mother to her children. She had the most of her daughters and her sons, even if she never [...]
