Saturday, March 3, 2007

Time to Move On


A piece by Paulo Coelho entitled ‘Closing Cycles’: (Salamat Bonn)

One always has to know when a stage comes to an end.

If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.

Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?

You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that.

But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.

None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot for ever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back.

Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.

That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts – and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.

Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.

Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.” Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person – nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.

Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.

Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.

Friday, March 2, 2007

The Eternal Flaw

Let’s just say that I’m tired. I’m tired of all the wrongs and the occasional rights that I have done and will continue to do. I just want to stop. Halt and rust until time forgets all about me. I just wanted to end whatever life is breathing, beating in this dung heap flesh held together by a tattered and worn out soul. How I yearn for a car crash, an accident that does not want to be rescued, jammed traffic intersections where I can just lay still, go deaf and oblivious.

Have you been at the edge of the roof? The eternal flaw is so profound that it is impossible to fix it. You are left with nothing genuine, nothing true except the feeling of being alone and empty. It is always raining in my mind. And I am flooding this barrenness in me. The dam I built a long time ago now stands in ruin, proud no more. The craving of deliverance is unsatisfied, unfulfilled. Dearth of everything I miss. My seasons are leaving without any particular reason. My demons I try to exorcise in a ritual of sincerity and mendaciousness. However, they come back. I know they’ll come back. They always do. How I wish I could talk to an angel and tell him, tell her, tell them that I am here, there and nowhere all at the same time.

Sometimes I wish for a sunburn. Walk indiscriminately in a white shoreline and bask in the radiance that never was. I wish I could touch the horizon and see what is beyond the fixated stars that shine best when nearing death. My ever-gazing star. You shine best now.

I wanted to drown together with you because last night you were the sky and today you are the moon. But you are not there. Can I ask you where are the fireflies that make your slit eyes glow like fire in dark caverns where I hide my sorrows? I almost miss your fragile hands. I can still hear how it makes beautiful music like how a piano makes a filthy bistro the most beautiful place in this fleeting world with her melody of black and white keys.

Let’s just say its over. The start and the end are fast closing on us. Like a faded black and white film, you have seen the reruns but you still fall for it everytime. You fall into a thousand pieces. You are scattered like unmindful pieces of glass waiting to cut and slit some wrist, some vein, some drifting life. You and I are the shards of my former self.

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I am tired. But I am fine.



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Wednesday, February 28, 2007

HOPE

Katulad ng iyong pangalan umasa ka sa pag-asa na
Maaari kang yakapin ng lantay na pag-ibig
Na baka sakaling mauwi ang mga palihim na tagpuan at suyuan
Sa isang matamis na pagtatapos
katulad ng lagi nating nababasa
Sa mga wakasang nobela at komiks

Katulad ng iyong pangalan, kumapit ka sa pag-aakalang mapagbigay
Ang dampi ng pag-asa, ang bulsa ng kapalaran sa mga katulad mong
Naghahanap, lumalaban para sa sariling espasyo at kahalagahan sa tila
Walang katuturang ikot ng mundo

Katulad ng iyong pangalan,
pilit kang nagpumilit na baka sana, siguro, maaari
at nagtatanong bakit naman kaya hindi?

Pero hindi mabait ang kapalaran sa madaming pagkakataon
At ang matapang mong pag-ibig ay hinusgahan at kinutya
Ang iyong pagtitimpi at sakripisyo ay hinamak at paulit-ulit na
Pinaglaruan sa artipisyal na pagsusuri ng midya at bulaang tsismisan
Ang iyong matiponong iniirog ay iniwan kang nag-iisa,
Itinakwil, pinagtulakan, inaalay sa mga buwitre at pinasinungalingan.

Ngayon, ikaw ay nag-iisa,
sadyang pinagtutulungan ng lahat
Pinagpipiyestahan ng lahat
Binansagan, minaliit at pinagtatawanan
Mismong tawing mong pag-asa ay tila nilayasan ka at pinagtaguan
Ikaw o Pag-asa, na ang tanging kasalanan ay umibig ng matapang.

Ngunit sino nga ba ang tunay na pokpok at kaladkarin?
Ikaw ba na ang tanging nais lamang ay lumigaya at mahalin?
Ikaw ba na nangahas na basagin ang mitos ng moralidad ng bugaw na lipunang ito
At sadyang ipagdiwang kung ano talaga ang pag-ibig
Labas sa mga nakagisnang depenisyon,
Parametro,
Limitasyon
At tradisyon?

O baka naman sila ang tunay na may bahid ng putik?
Ang mga duwag at uhugin na hindi kayang umalpas at
bumasag ng mga masisikip na konsepto ng pagmamahalan,
Ang mga nagba-banal-banalan at pagod na mga purista,
Ang milyon-milyong kaladkarin na mas may panahon pa
sa mga buhay ng artista at basketbolista kaysa sa kanilang tunay na panlipunang suliranin.

O Pag-asa, marami silang sinasabi,
Kay dami nilang mga gawi
May lason sa kanilang mga labi
Ngunit ‘di hamak, sa katotohanan
mas marami kang binabali…


Pebrero 2007




Gunita

May mga bagay na hindi kayang burahin
Ng nayayamot na panahon
Hindi kayang ibaon sa baul ng pagkalimot
May mga hapdi araw-araw
Dayap ang kapanalig
May mga peklat
Dumudugo ng tahimik.

Kagaya mo multo ka ng aking alaala
Ilang beses na kitang pinalayas
Ngunit nandito ka pa rin at nagwawala
Sinakop ang bawat kanto, tuldok ng aking gunita
At ako’y nakikiusap
Nakikiraan
Patabi-tabi
Na baka pwedeng mamasyal sa nakaraan
Ng hindi ka laging sumisilip.

Nasaktan nga kita
Labis pa sa paulit-ulit
Bumitiw ako, napagod
Ngayon tila ako ang tumitirik
Sa paahon na kalsada
Bumibigat sa patutsada
Ng mga maling paghihinala
Baluktot na pag-aakala
Ngayon ikaw ay wala na
Naririyan ngunit tila wala na
At dahil dito, ako rin ay wala na.

Janica

Mahal ngayon ako ay hinahabi ng gabi
karayom at sinulid na pilit pinagsasama ng panahon
katulad ng tula ko sa iyo hindi ko alam kung saan
binurda, kung saan tinahi
ang alam ko lang uumagahin ako sa
pagreretaso ng iyong mukha at alaala.

Ako ang mananahi ng lahat ng lungkot
patuloy na patiwakal sa ugong
ng ating mundo
ikaw ang kamay na sumusuklay sa hangin
lantarang walang kibo
tulala sa lundo ng...

ewan ko
basta
ang nararamdaman ko lang ay
inaantok na ako
ngunit mamaya siya ay lilisan din
ngunit ikaw ay huwag sana
dahil
ikaw
na
lang
wala
ng iba

Dreaming of Green


You are creation’s color painted in my self-imaginings
Celebrated in a dream sequence of cut and paste realities
From previous pages of known boxed worlds.

You are a rockstar
Envy of walking spotlights and big stages
Making long lines only to transform them into a beautiful mob
Them building a temple
Them building a pedestal
Them building an altar
For you divine deity
Exquisite rabble-rouser
When all you sincerely want is the embrace and the tempest of the open sea.

You are more than a thought
For thoughts are forgotten or shelved intended for another time.
You defy time, space and constraints
You are my most pleasant anomaly
Burying the old with your quick-paced wit
Unmatched
Stuff of legend.

You are a shooting star (and I am the tail)
Profound
Perfect and yet fleeting…
I used to dream of forever when all I really need is a moment
My self-being is complete and yet lacking.
You are.
And my words are desperate in deciphering you.
In my dreams I am blissfully drowning in evergreen.
Posted: June 9, 2006

>I< Revisited

I am writing this thing because i terribly miss you.
Miss you in ways my heart cannot endure. i see beauty
in a country full of lovely people and yet i cant help
but think about you, write you in this great distance,
search for your soul and clarity in this sea of great
severance, want you and crave for you again and again.

Yes you are right,
India is a very beautiful place.

But nothing compares to you, nothing surpasses your
rhyme. If your heart is a lovely continent, a lost
country of beauty and grace, ill go back again maybe
even settle there. Stay there not because i want to
take over the affairs and beatings of your heart nor
to treat it like a conquest suffered by many nations
colonized.

I want to settle and dwell in your heart because i beg
for the nourishment of your sweet escape, to inherent
your time even if it is temporal, and lastly humbly
love you, love you and love you.

My heart is like
Calcutta and Mumbai. We share the
same beggars, we share the same want, needs and alms.
We share the same longing and waiting. The beggars of

Calcutta and mumbai want their lives and dignity back,
while me, I want your light like how moths fall in
love with fireflies. I long for your you, yes you,
woman of countless words.


I crave. I search and search for the captivating
redemption of your closet heart.Taking you away from
me is like taking away a very important piece of me,
its like taking away a large part of me.

I miss you very much and
India greatly understands.



last night it rained.

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Then i remembered you. I remember you and your small
and fragile hands. So small raindrops will wither in
envy.... so fragile, music of butterflies.