Friday, November 27, 2009

Ma vie, mon amour

the night is cold and wet
droplets of rain fall silently
like tears descending
from eyes devoured by sadness

i gaze through the window
of my dark and lonely apartment
i vividly recall your warmth
your special way of calming my soul

my hand feels alone
my chest grows heavy
my heart seems lifeless
my life is empty without you

i want to be near you
where my life and home are one
i want to feel your breath
i want to be alive


Thursday, October 08, 2009

and water washes away the sins of the world

the rain slowly tricked under the cloud of darkness. the glass panes of the sky rise building bravely defended against the wind pounding relentlessly. i looked gloomily at silver streaks of rain slashing through the sky like tiny rockets. i shrugged and thought to myself "another rainy day.."

the night quickly turned to day and i glanced at the huge clock that had "MANILA" embossed at the top. it read 12:30 pm. it was quitting time. i hurried back to my locker and hastily decided to brave the rain and just walk home since there was bound to be unending traffic. i got out of the office and basked not in glorious sunlight but dreadful rain. i zipped up my jacket and quickly pulled the hood over my head. i opened up my trusty umbrella and off i went. i suddenly realized that it was not normal rain. the road was absent of the hustle and bustle of cars, buses and jeepneys. people were walking barefoot and were drenched up to their chests. i kept on walking. i turned the corner and then i saw the watery grave that devoured the whole street. my shoes.. i thought to myself. i wished i had worn sneakers last night. i managed to find some footing and kept my shoes water-free for a couple of steps. eventually, i had to take them off and walk with only socks on. i tried to find a pair of slippers but to no avail. every store didn't stock them in the first place or they ran out due to high demand. i resigned to my fate and eventually put my shoes back on. i whispered a hurried sorry to them as i treaded through the lake of dirt and trash. it was the longest walk home. i stumbled on invisible obstacles, swam through a sea of mud and fought against a current made by a bus that i could've mistaken as a boat. i was soaked to the chest when i finally reached the street to our apartment. the water was just below my chin. i raised my bag just above my head to save it from being wet. i rode the current downstream and chanced upon some people trying to ride make-shift boats. some people even charged for ferrying people across the deeper parts of the streets. i chuckled at the sight. there was something amusing about the scene. i reached the steps to our beloved home and each step brought me closer to solid ground.

the light had gone out. water and food were scarce. my roommates and i had to endure the situation for almost two days. i was annoyed and easily irratated because of the lack of electricity and more importantly water. electricity was brought back after a couple of hours and we bravely watched the news that made history. a storm ravaged the land. people were missing, injured and dead. houses were destroyed by flood water. thousands were now homeless. i prayed. i thanked God that we lived on the 3rd floor of this apartment, that we only had to endure having no light and water, that we still had the comforts of home, that we were still alive and kicking. i was reminded that everything on this earth is temporary. everything is uncertain, unsure. God giveth and he taketh. life is like that. in an instant, everything you have worked for all these years were washed away. it was very humbling. it was an experience that i would carry always. it made me realize that everything on this world is just of this world. the more important things are there in heaven. God bless all who suffered and died. May their souls find a place in God's loving kingdom.

Saturday, April 04, 2009

the quiet splendor of a sunrise

The sky was lit up by orange and blue streaks of light. The clouds seemed to dance with the stillness of the wind. I stood there, head held back, taking in the beauty of the splendor above me. My eyes consumed the majesty. My soul breathed in the sight of routine yet of grandeur welcome. 

I am lucky to be alive. I am blessed to love and be loved in return. My soul is now complete.