Linggo, Nobyembre 03, 2013

...solitude



bright sunshine and cool air
fills the room of emptiness
chirping birds flying across
passing through like time does

leaves keep falling
as tears continue rolling
misty eyed, fiery inside
getting used to being left behind

seasons changed and so are things
what’s left are marred pieces
of emotions pained
of feelings afflicted

the melody of the night
kept humming inside
the shadow of yesterday
is no where in sight..

When I think about you I can see....

A bunch of fragrant flowers wrapped in colored paper
The sweet sound of music as guitar plays to serenade
The aroma of vegetable soup of chicken and mushroom
A compilation of your widely read comic book

A photograph of your childhood, of memories untold
A notebook of writings, the richness of imagination
A set of collectible, of youthful living and enjoyment
The love for feline, nothing more nothing less

It's when you talk of your mum and the good heart she has
The joy of seeing you play with your nieces & nephews & siblings alike
How you love your buddies ,how you treasure the moments shared with them
The care you showed to everyone, even if it's not returned at all

The smile that cannot be compared
The warmth of hugs on a rainy day
The smooth kisses you give along the way
The hands that holds mine as we walk by the bay

The sun that kisses the rain away for hope of a better day
The rain poured out from the sky to get some shiver down the spine
The moon and the stars that glows in the darkest of night that brings romance
...and just that the universe collides when you are by my side.

....writer kuno

ilang papel na ba ang pinunit ko
mula ng makuha kong maupo
hawak ko ang panulat
di ko naman maisulat

ginugulo pa din ako ng alaala
na matagal ko nang binalewala
tila ba isang surot
malikot, pilit sumusuot

nagtimpla na ako ng kape
mga mata ko ay nanlalake
di na magawang matulog
nilisan na ng antok

kitang-kita ko pa rin ang imahe
ng nakaraang pilit winawaglit
mga sandaling ayaw kong idetalye
pero syang sumisiksik

mata koy nagngangalit
kamay koy nananakit
una sa papel na patuloy na napupunit
at sa putol na lapis na di na makaguhit

asan na nga ba ang mga ideya
tila ba hanging inilipad na
kung doon kaya ako’y sumama
may maisusulat pa kaya?