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 12th, 2009 2 Comments »
Beyond the years and graying hairs
I am keeping in a book of dreams.
Like dried leaves and dried petals
flooding my way to the mailbox,
togetherness is just one simple note
of words handwritten in a page.
And in my dreams I am trading places
of happy photographs and postcards.
Those promises that fill my head
I am dreaming still. Wondering
what’s like to [...]
Posted in Literature, Science on Sep 11th, 2009 2 Comments »
He is a hunter
who journeyed to cross,
armed with a sword
this celestial ocean of love.
In an odyssey orbiting space
spanning lightyears
deep into the galaxy.
He navigates
on the clear night sky
pulsating with hope.
A voyage only to find
his happiness. A tryst
with the meteor showers
and constellations.
One sad winter solstice,
as he tried opening
the heaven’s gates.
He eclipsed by the moon.
Tonight, this autumn
in its [...]
Posted in Art Scene, Literature on Jul 13th, 2009 7 Comments »
Be still. Please focus. Would you wait
until my iris capture you of snapshots? I am here.
Don’t notice. Your portrait on my mind, I dodged
and burned. Don’t worry. I won’t
over-expose the sequences of the memory
fleshed out from my canister, the last strip of film.
On my negative- your wavelength of light escapes
through my lenses, I would carefully [...]
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 [...]
