Monday, 11 July 2016

We are

We are not ordinary lovers.
We are not bound by wishes
Upon falling stars, by promises
Disintegrating slowly in hearts
Of couples, watching explosions in the sky,
Flickering flares fading slowly into the night.
We are not ordinary lovers.
I love her. And I know she feels the same. Even if
She may not have said anything
About this thing called love. Anything about her
Hand in mine. Anything about last night
Apart from the day we confessed our hearts.
She may think this poem is for her
But it might be not. You see, I have been trying
To write her the perfect poem, right from the start.
We are not ordinary lovers.
And that must mean
There is no room for failure in this poem.
No sadness, no ending. This poem must not be ordinary.
You see, my dream is to be able to write for her
A poem that is perfect. Perfect enough
To describe what is between the both of us.
Because you see,
Our hearts won't last a lifetime
But a poem would live forever.

For Cat.
6 years since naisulat ko to.
Ganun pa rin, alam mo.

Friday, 1 January 2016

Isa na Namang Pagsakay sa Tren

Lakarin mula Santolan hanggang Cubao?
Tinawanan mo ako, sabay turo sa itaas
ng mga poste't ilaw, sa semento't bakal
na daang humahati sa mausok na kalangitan,
kaya nga merong tren.

Hindi mo alam,
gusto ko lamang
patagalin ang oras,
kasingtagal ng panahong hindi tayo nagkita,
Mas matagal pa sa katahimikan
nating dalawa sa loob ng tren
bago pa man kumawala ang salitang kumusta.
Sa totoo lang, hindi sapat ang sampung minuto
sa dami ng nais sabihin o itanong sa'yo, kung
may nagpatibok na ba ulit ng iyong puso,
o kung hindi ka pa ba nagsasawa
sa pag-uwi sa lungsod, at kung
hindi ka pa ba iniligaw nito.

Sa totoo lang, bago pa man matapos ang tulang ito,
magbubukas na ang pinto ng tren,
magpapaalam ka ng hanggang dito na lang ako,
mabilis na mawawala sa nagsisiksikang mga tao.
Maiiwan akong nakadungaw
sa bintana, sa isip itong tula.
Darating ang kasalubong na tren
at unti-unti itong buburahin.


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Revised galing sa isang 2009 entry

Saturday, 12 December 2015



Muse

Before you leave, let me
tell this life is nothing
but lines and thoughts
still scattered all over the place.
Remember by heart, 
I will be waiting

for you to make this poem
a perfect one.


for Cat



Monday, 24 November 2014

Every breath is a war
and we are winning
not anymore. So let me
shoot this arrow into
the night and perhaps it will
take aim at the dead
silence, in the midst of chaos
breaking the stillness of the world.


We will no longer fight
their war.


Brace yourself.

Monday, 25 November 2013

kailan lang nung tanungin mo kung kailan.


Wednesday, 5 June 2013

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