Deadlines

Let not your doubts kill you
when you feel unsure
Let things weigh itself
Pass them off for a while
Return when you've killed your doubts
Someday, you'll see
Rushing is not making you beat the deadline.

To you chief cook President
Who runs the biggest bakery
and fed people with bitter cakes
You shOuld have baked bread for us, instead
We'd rather be full than be fooled with your sweetness

ten drops of rain

I f I could only count the rain
Then I should have given you ten drops of rain
You shall remember me
when one by one, each drop will run dry
And the field you land will crack
You shall crave for more
I f I only give you ten drops of rain
Then you shall be keeping it
All through the years of your life..

Mom

A sweet lullabye
remains singing in her tiny ears
A hum of joy and pain
glints in her lips
How her angel spreads her wings to fly
She threw her hands in the air
And cursed the crying sky
As the clouds mourn with her
She bend her tired knees
And banged her head hard in the floor
Sees her angel flying
She jumps and chase her
But how the angel leaved her
pained her too much...
too much to bear..
a poor six year old kid
knocking her mothers locked bed.

Ting! ting!
a single centavo coin touches the can
echoing like tens of coins
How the child hold his can
So precious, he'd die for it
With trembling hands
that skiny child held the can tight
Sits along the rusty street
Inhaling the city black smoke
Like the oxygen running into patients veins at the hospital
Each heavy breath and hearty moans
slowly fading into the eve
Each stranger's coin
keeps his tiny heart pumping
to which each day, death misses to take him.

R

Lolo stood still in the field
the sun burning his patience
Tears ain't enough to bring his rice back
His bulging red eyes kept staring the sky
Angry and hopeless
He closed his fist and curse the cloudless days
The carabao crazily seeking mud in the dry land
Raised its nose and mourns with him
And the velvet blood turns black
But the face is pale, white and cold
Three days, he stood there
Restless and foodless, he kept his hand up in the sky
Waiting for a drop of rain to touch his field.

YELLO BELLS

Yellow bells hanging in the garden pots
Bowing her crown to honor those she sees
The wind blows, she sway and dance
The rain pours, she humbly bend her knees
prayed and thanked God for the blood
Seeping through her dying roots
Each drop, it skirts into each veins
and revive the dying soul inside

Rain! rain!
Why have you denied her now
When all have gone dry
her mother, her father, her friends
why now?
when the devil who calls himself sun raised her arrows
and strucked her so hard
with million stabs, she slowly dies
Poor yellow bells who wilts in summer with eyes
hoping to see her son and daughters.