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 Current Affairs, Literature on Oct 19th, 2009 3 Comments »
There will be a single spark of light.
But not from the stars. Because even them,
they have shied away and have forgotten.
Here, only from my birthday candle
casting shadows waltzing the wall
and the chilly wind whistling a tune,
sending wisps of wishes, for tonight.
While the rest of the world snoozes
in its deafening silence. Getting used
with the normalcy of [...]
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 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 Literature on Aug 29th, 2009 2 Comments »
I have forgotten
from long ago
on how I scribbled on my pad paper,
with my fat pencil. A namesake
I inherit
a birth right I shared
with Ryan,
a brother, no one has seen.
My twin.
Like Cain and Abel, we are
tender sprouted beings
casted like seeds in the field.
Which ones will survive?
Which ones will die?
Which ones will accept the fate?
And rooted, struggling,
ambling each [...]
Posted in Current Affairs, Literature on Aug 26th, 2009 2 Comments »
Your face tells much
and the crooked lines circling
your eyes, expressionless
but I have found a meaning.
You began to speak
but I can’t hear until
that voice, suddenly, came
from nowhere. Sshhh. Quiet.
Keep calm. You wait-
for the one who sings the lullaby
to a child. Yes, you are a child
whose life will begin at forty.
And sleep will once again visit
to take [...]
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 Architecture & Design, Literature on Jul 8th, 2009 9 Comments »
I build
with lines and curves
in syntaxes, in symbols.
Blank space waiting
to emerge in form. Subdued,
muted in tone verses. Tempered
by time, organic
in proportion,
inspired.
Scale upon scale.
Measure for measure.
Out of paper,
subliminal life
surfaces. A voice,
a message in letters,
of pure and simple
speech.
Impressions.
Outside
looking in. Experience
subtle reverberations,
palimpsest graphite
echoes of human
dimension.
The length,
the width and the depth
of an architect,
I build.
