Saturday, May 15, 2010

cycle

...as the old lavenders wilts as the summer ends
there shall be another pollen
waiting for another spring to come
and bring her to full bloom...

...as the old grass grew in lush...
waiting for the rain to pour
waiting for the sun to rise
waiting to die...
But if ever he dies,
his roots shall remain to bear another new born grass...


..and now PHILIPPINES is turning yellow..
..it may mean, it is blooming or it is wilting..
...for all we know, colors are deceiving,too...

Sunday, May 9, 2010

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


Thursday, May 6, 2010

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.