Wednesday, April 25, 2012

"Anghel ng Buwan"

Mula sa madilim niyang mundo, ang buwan ay tanging tinitingala lamang.
Ang liwanag na nanggagaling dito ay sinag ng walang hanggang kaligayahan.
Isang bagay na kailanman, hindi niya naisip na makakamtan.
Nang ang buwan ay bumaba mula sa kalangitsn, isang pangyayaring hindi pangkaraniwan.
Ksabay niyang bumaba ang pag-asa ng walang hanggang kaligayahan.
Isang sinag ng pagmamahal na hindi kayang lunurin ng malawak na dagat o kahit ng hangin na tangay ng malawak na disyerto.
Isang pag-asa ng muling paghinga ng isang pusong hindi pa natitikman ang dampi ng kakaibang saya sa balat niya.
Paminsan minsan din pala ay bumababa ang isang dyosa sa lupa para diligan ang ilang nahihimbing na puso sa lupa.



Wednesday, April 4, 2012

"Semi-Permanent Smile"

Smiles are born in an instant.
A moment of bliss. A rush of emotion.
A split second of happiness.
And smiles fade too soon. For most people, True.
But some smiles, stayed on the lips like a birthmark.
Like it is their responsibility to the world to smile.
Their smiles sometimes fade.
A moment of sadness, a rush of irritability.
A split second of uncertainty.
But, their smiles return sooner after it left.
Semi-Permanent Smiles.
Like they owe it to the world to smile.
Most of the time, they didn't know.
They never know.
How their smiles could turn the world upside down.
How it could change someone else's life around.
A roller coaster ride.
a complete u-turn.
Sometimes just a little upturned smile from this wonderful people is enough to chase our tears away.
Their smiles are enough to bring out the sun on a gloomy and dark day.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

" I Sometimes Wonder"

When I am alone, I think about a lot of things.
Most of the times, they are nothing. But sometimes....they are something.
I wonder where do all the bright stars go when the dawn cuts the night sky.
I looked at her and I found the answer.
The stars sparkle into those eyes. The eyes twinkle and bring marvel to the world.
To my world.
I wonder where all the wind go after it blows and pass me by.
I remember her and there it is, my question is answered.
The wind blew life to her whole being. It lifts her up from the ground and tell the difference between her and the rest.
I wonder where all the warmth come from in a biting cold night.
I felt her arms around me and there it was again.
She is warmth.
Her love through distance and time covered me with warmth and assurance against all of my worries.
I realized, I should stop wondering.
For I have with me the answer to all the "whys" the "hows" and the "whats"
In all my questions, she is the answer.
A single "pearl" in the vast sea of mind bugling inquiries.

"She Doesn't Seem What She Seems To Be"

A calm feather floating in the heart of a fierce hurricane.
She use to feel unsure of herself hidden behind confident strides.
A tender heart buri
ed deep into the facade of bravery and confident nature.
A little ounce of pain and uncertainty with each sweet smile and hearty laugh.
She started to be whole after a part of her was broken and shattered into pieces.
She decided to stand while she was on her knees nursing the bruise and wounds.
With each silent tear is a million of smiles.
Her every "ouch" is a thousand of "i'm fine"
From the outside she is hard as rock, unbeatable, unbreakable.
Yet somehow she is not who we think she is.
Inside, she is a trembling child, a lady in love, fragile and vulnerable.
In her every "i don't care" lies the hopeful cry of "please tell me because i care."
In her every "okay" shouts the word "something is wrong"
Her hands are always full with things that keep her busy.
Yet those hands are the first to catch me when I fall down.
She may seem like an irony to a T. She may fit the description like a glove.
Somehow, she doesn't seem what she seems to be.
For she is happy when she say she is happy.
Each smile is a genuine smile.
Every laugh is from the heart.
The drop of every tears is born from the soul.
Still, she is who she is.
She is simple. She is complex.
She is pain. She is Happiness.
She is sorrow. She is gladness.
She is Life. She is Love.
She is beauty.
She is every wonderful thing that walks on this barren earth.