Tuesday, December 26, 2006

A Desperate's Cry

If I don’t own the world
Not a soul

If I don’t have the riches at hand
No one shall know me.

I do not want! I need someone
Whom to share my inner riches
My own world of bliss;
And not for the earthen pleasures

Love is not an option.
It is felt freely by those who open their hearts.
I give my love
But I beg to be loved
For
It is I, a being
That love is for.

Engulfed

Cicada music fills the air
   with the cold touch of old.
Thus it reminds me
   that not a hand my hand shall hold.
Tonight be me at the dark corner of my home
   as I now think
   as I now know, I’m alone.
Alone in my room
My heart incomplete
Dethroned with doom
But life’s not it
There is hope
There you are.

The Bus Stop


“I don’t like her anymore!”
“How come?”
“I’m suffocated; she’s not the girl for me!”
“How stupid! Tonight’s the hundredth day of you two being lovers. She texted me that a while back.”
“I know, it’s just that…”
Noel really was a stupid person! At that moment, I wanted to curse this friend of mine. Kate was such a nice lady with an unusually attractive physique, the editor-in-chief of her school.
“But nice is no longer enough. There’s got to be more.”
“More? What more could you ask for? She’s near perfect. I would bet loads of these Swiss sandwiches just to have her. And now, you’re—
“What do you say you court her instead?” he said it with seriousness marked on his face.
“What! Are you mad?” I blabbered.
My night at the debut party was suspended upon his question. I didn’t know what to feel that time. Should I be glad or mad? But there’s one thing I did that night. I agreed.

II

Kate and I were getting along already. She was texting me, and I’m delighted for that. But what Noel had said last night was still fresh from my mind. But I couldn’t stop. I felt like a super hero trying to save her from the evil plots of  the Dark Lord Noel. I’ll spare her from his current man.
One day, we were trekking the caves. And there I knew I had already fallen in love. I guided her in the muddy floors, I protected her from spiky rocks, I enveloped her in my invisible love. I could then anticipate such fruitful love coming to reality. But wait! She’s still attached to Noel. Nah ah! This is just a game. I’m not a player here. Besides I don’t want to lose.
I was wrong. I was then a player risking myself. The more I resisted from getting involved so much, the more I befall to her charms. Blame me not. I’m just a man who to myself was a captive of a woman’s greatest weapon. Oh Kate…
It was the youth camp on the other town. Fortunately, the two of us were facilitators so I had the chance to be with her. During the night after the bonfire was extinguished, the greatest night took place. The two of us laid on the cold mat of grass, her head near my shoulder. I could smell the oozing fragrance of her hair, which I stroke with my warm hands. And in the midst when I wasn’t on earth but somewhere in the unknown, I thought of the many things that might as well had me hallucinating.
But it’s far from what is happening. That night, I knew the stars were all set to have a view of us. That night, I could see the moon peeping from behind the clouds. The cold breeze has read my wish. It blew so much that she sought for my warmth. From there, I learned to beg for time to stop — to freeze from real time.
I was back to my senses when we found ourselves sitting on the benches in front the chapel. She was strumming a guitar.
But the dawn had to end. As we all slept, I could still reminisce the words that have been etched on my subconscious…
Should I smile because we’re friends, or should I cry because that’s all we’ll ever be?”

III
It was nearing the start of our college life. Then I thought was my real chance. Kate and Noel broke up because of me. She and I got closer. Finally, after times of waiting—
But destiny tricked the both of us! When there seemed the right time, communication was totally lost. I couldn’t get in touch with her, not even virtually. The worst thing is that I didn’t do anything about it. I just let it be. Foolish! Blame it on me!
It was the first day of classes, and I couldn’t help to think what had become of Kate. I was scared to do a thing. I don’t know! At that time, I just felt the courage in me has fled. I was supposing that she didn’t like me anymore, that I did something terribly wrong, that she just needed time.
And time I gave her unknowingly. Maybe she needed time to think about things. Maybe she needed time for transition—from Noel to me. I just hoped that it would mend the breakages. But it did not.
I was then longing for the girl I lost but never had.

IV

“Hey, LawrenceLawrence!”
I turned my head to see where the voice was coming from. It was Christine. She was calling from behind the bleachers of the CCA Theater.
“Oh, how are you? Long time no see, eh?” I said.
“I’m fine! We’ll just watch the Nine Fathers. They say there’s a cute guy from the cast!”
Silly. She has never changed that much. Then, I unconsciously uttered, “How’s Kate?”
A mark of excitement trudged from her face. “Oh, Kate! You stupid guy, how come you let her wait for nothing. She needed you very badly yet you didn’t even dare to approach her. And now, it’s—”
“You mean, she was waiting for me? Why? How should I know?”
Christine’s eyes were glistening. “You know, sometimes you just have to follow the instincts of the heart. Sometimes you should shut the mind down.”
Her words were like spears sinking into my flesh. I hate myself. I have hurt so much a heart! I knew what she meant. But I was dumbfounded to hear her other words. Kate was waiting for me! Stupid. The time I let her decide was also the time she waited for me.

V

I didn’t understand the play. What I could only think about is my annoying stupidity that seemed to slash my whole psyche. How my efforts of patience was wasted in an instant.
I was walking down the dark endless stairs of the university. I wanted to do something but I just couldn’t. I should quit this dim-witted game. I started it anyway… But what if I still hold on. Nah, useless. After what I’ve heard? the deafening revelation which I so recounted only when Christine reminded me; the blinding truth that I only realized when it was too late.
“Kate! Kate!”
“Oh, it’s you! How are you?”
“Fine, maybe. You?”
“Same here.”
After a moment of silence, I asked her, “Are you going to watch this Art of Movement?”
“Yah, my classmate’s going to present. I promised him I’ll watch.”
“Good.”
 Then there came my former classmate Craig, who ever since was my foe. “Kate, you haven’t waited for me outside.”
“Eh, the play’s ‘bout to start. You’re late.”
“Never mind. Hey, after this, aren’t you going to visit Dan?
Kate looked at Craig. Then she turned her head on me. Then I knew there all along. It was heartbreaking! The way it started was as easy as the way it ended.

VI

I only saw Kate four times that semester. I was bitter whenever I landed my eyes on hers.
Months have passed. I seemed to have forgotten Kate. But fate wouldn’t just allow me to fully erase my feelings for her. It’s already enrolment for the second semester. Still, I was hoping for a miracle.
Yet, miracles aren’t just for the desperate. . On the enrolment date, she asked me to accompany her to the bus terminal. I gladly accepted despite the many unknown obstacles and questions.
The stars were still in favor of me. And so there I went and waited at the terminal. After half an hour, she came.
“Hello, Kate.”
“Hi.”
And there after months of longing for her, I again felt complete. This terminal near the park would be the witness to my story. We conversed just about anything that can be talked about. I saw in her eyes an endless array of spectral wonders I had never known existed. The day was finally being engulfed by the charms of the night—the dim scenario being lit by a variety of dancing lights from the awakening city. Her smiles turned to me like signs of welcome and thanksgiving.
Expectedly, the night has to end. But along with its departure was the blossoming of a new and fresh beginning.
As I bid her good-bye, I pondered upon my smiles the words I longed to say to her… I was then walking away from her. I could envisage her climbing up the bus. In my vision, I could see the bus move, fleeing in rate of knots, and along with it was my beautiful Kate with her unusually attractive physique.
Maybe, just maybe… it’s back to where I’ve started.

__End__

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Waterfall

Life is like a waterfall!
            With downpours of secrecy.
At first it was a dream come true
            Like a gentle water.
All was easy; sleeping on a rose-filled bed
            ‘The shining peaks of success’, thought I.
But to all success comes a disgrace
            It was a heartbreak
From top rushing own the waterfall
            I grab the chance to fight.
From furious water—I hold tight
            To let not myself be down
Don’t quit, be fast, hold on tight
            Allow not it slip away
For this water is yours, your soul
            Filled with wonders deep down below
So cradle up and must you live
            For this waterfall is ‘twas one’s life

Friday, October 13, 2006

Litraro

I could readily see the gates of our beautiful home. I was always excited to go home and hug my Mom very tightly because of one reason—she’s the best mom in the world. How could I question the love she’s giving me? I was never left unsatisfied. She would always talk about my Dad, who had died seven years ago when I was three.

That was before. Now, things had changed. Mom wasn’t the Mom I knew before. We were so happy back then until the time when Mr. No Good came into our lives. He’s the worst thing that ever happened to my world, and maybe also to Mom, I had hoped.

At that time, the photo of my Dad was the only reminder that I wasn’t alone. I had personified his photo as my real living father. I always asked him to answer those math problems for me. And with no regret, he always answered. Dad then was my best friend.

I tried once to make fun of No Good by spraying his overcoat with a cockroach killer. It made great success because it ruined his business meeting. The sad fact was that I was punished. But I explained to Mom that it was of Dad’s request.

“Your Dad’s request!” said Mom, surprised. “Oh my dear, what’s in to you? Dad had long been gone. I told you that so. He died when you were three, seven years ago! Don’t you understand?”

“It was also you,” I defended, “who told me that Dad is always here with us. And you said to me you are only for him, and Dad’s only for you. If you just know Mom, Dad’s crying.”

“But…”

“I saw him cry yesterday in the photo. He was so helpless.”

“That does it!” Mom was anxious. “I’ll keep that photo away from you. It might cut the lunacy out from you.”

It was a mistake arguing with my beautiful Mom. That was a mistake for me because the next day, I couldn’t find Dad in my room anymore.


Time passed by and the day I dreaded arrived. At eight o’clock in the evening, Mom and that man hurriedly went into the living room where I was. They announced the worst news I’ve ever heard.

“My son, we have good news for you,” said Mom. “Guess what it is.”

“We’ll go on vacation without him! Well, that’s good,” I said.

Mom showed a feeling of resentment towards me. But I didn’t care anymore. I did hope it’s not about the thing I was thinking they’d supposed to tell.

“Darling,” started No Good, “you’re not a small boy now, are you?” He said it with a twitch on his abnormally large lower lip. “Well, since you’re already ten years old, I reckon you might as well need time for yourself. So, we’re putting up a plan…”

“I won’t do it!” I said.

“But honey dear,” insisted Mom. “It’s not about you washing the dishes this weekend. It’s about me and Kurt! We were married yesterday. Aren’t you glad for the both of us?”

All I could say at that moment of torment was “I hate you, I hate you both!”


I couldn’t face them, not with my happiness in this home drifting away. So, I ran as fast as I could to, to, to where? I didn’t know. They had done much. I’d had enough. I knew what would happen after the damn secret wedding. They’d leave me here to be taken care by one of Mom’s friends. I’d be left alone while the two of them go for vacation somewhere in the shore. I knew how I’d be sent to do tasks I never did before. This wasn’t the life of a ten-year-old. I should have been with Mom, walking at the zoo and feeding the elephants. But…

Hey, I’m ten years old now. I’m of age to know what to do. With that, I dashed to the nearest room—my Mom and Dad’s room. I turned the knob. It clicked open. I stepped towards the locker beside the bed. I pulled the handle of a drawer. And beneath the beam of the autumnal moon that peeped through the glass window, I glared at Dad’s photo seemingly alive than ever before. He was frowning. Dad, it will be alright now. I’ll save you from this dark locker...

I stood up, gripped Dad tightly. In the face of all, for the very first time, Dad spoke. I was taken aback. And after some time, we easily got along. I told him everything.  I knew he was upset. But then he told me exactly what to do.


It was eight in the morning. I could smell the fresh breeze rushing through my face. Everything was back again to normal. Mom was only for Dad, and Dad for Mom. My happiness too was restored. I could picture my greatest dream, the three of us walking along the shore at the break of dusk, coming to reality. This is how it’s supposed to be.

As I reached the living room, I saw large men walking to all directions. They may be the cops, I could tell. But I didn’t understand why they’re here. Then I saw two cops carrying a familiar body wrapped in red-stained clothing. I saw in it that abnormally large lip. I hated the scene so I went outside.

There I saw more cops. Our front yard was bordered with yellow tapes that I once saw in a movie. I walked further, and in the vicinity of our beautiful gate, I saw Mom near a fat cop. I’d never seen Mom so downtrodden. She was sitting on the ground and weeping so hard. I couldn’t help but overhear her remorse.

“Don’t worry, Ma’am,” consoled the cop. “They can’t touch your son. He’s still too young to know what he’s doing.”

And with those words, Mom sobbed in full strength. In her greatest effort, she replied with the words I would never in my life understand.

“THAT’S EXACTLY,” she wailed, “THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT THEY TOLD ME SEVEN YEARS AGO WHEN MY SON WAS THREE!”

Wednesday, August 9, 2006

Beyond the Ridge

All of ye living creatures pass in here
Beyond the ridge dwells the deepest myst’ry.
It’s where values of life are realized
And yet somehow, them think that it condemns.
Border to haven of body and soul,
When one reaches it, no one can back forth.
One not know all its secret’s entirety
Waited by many a man; feared by most.
To every being there a random pour
Of Dark when Hades’ lair appears to each.
May it be the end to human journey
Or may it be life’s next great adventure.
So let live now a life in pleasant sight
To have a share of the Creator’s Gift.