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 Current Affairs, Literature on Sep 30th, 2009 2 Comments »
Like a man in his fishing, so is writing.
You throw the fishing rod as if throwing on chances
while anchoring your boat on a chosen spot. In the open water.
And your fishing line sink deep in the ocean of words. You wait
in the hope that the hook lay captive to some imaginary mouths
snapped on a bait, [...]
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 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 Literature on Jun 5th, 2009 1 Comment »
I came from the east
And you from the west.
The space between us
is an empty canvas.
Our footsteps were
unsure scribbling of lines.
Our lives were
charcoal grey sketches.
Our beings were
liquid pigments, pressed
out of tube-like existence.
Paint the words
written by fate.
Our union pre-destined.
Our spirits would soon
penetrate this world,
transforming our bond
from this obscure surface.
Like criss-crossing layers
of texture and dimension.
Your blood. And my [...]
Posted in Literature on May 3rd, 2009 No Comments »
The words infiltrate a mind’s sovereign
colonizing a niche of space within
Rock-hewn among these parched walls,
petrifying civilization, quelling revolution.
The maze of letters clustered like jungle
to simmering cauldron of thoughts.
The texts became glowing embers
of world wars waged in the past.
When sentences begins imaginary-
little flames gather into firestorm.
Of bourgeoisie killing ideology-
etching history in its annals of freedom.
Crusade to [...]
Posted in Literature on Apr 26th, 2009 2 Comments »
A box of reverie
I open today,
when hearing
a familiar old song.
An empty gaze
through the empty hall
brought back-
sunny days
and the carousel.
And all
the happy couples,
filling spaces
with their dreams
It used to be-
some balloons
float there
among the clouds.
See, even doves fly
with freedom on its wings.
Like changing of seasons
drifting away-
a gentle river
changing course.
I became-
a passersby
to the playground.
To the carousel.
On one bleak, cold
Sunday [...]
Posted in Literature, Religion on Apr 5th, 2009 1 Comment »
That day,
you made the sky heavy-
falling tears like rain.
When a down-trodden
waded through a flood
of despair, and I am
walking away in shame-
as if the world
crumbled, suddenly
turned pale to gray.
My heart
I offered in a plate-
full of strawberries
its first fruits.
But your words-
that rejection
knifed and sliced
into bleeding pools.
Until I am strained.
That day,
my eyes were opened
of reality here-
I am standing
this gulf
between [...]
