Literary: Kahit Sandali






Tayo’y nagkakilala, ilang araw matapos ang buwan ng Hunyo.
Bawat lihim, inilantad sa isa’t isa at sa ‘di maipaliwanag na dahilan, tayo’y nagtugma,
Parehong paborito na mga aklat, pelikula, musika, bunso ng pamilya, at sikreto.

Parang nakita ko ang aking sarili, nakatingin lang sa isang klarong salamin;
Parang nadama ko ang nawawalang kapares ng aking kaluluwa.
At sa bawat sandali na tayo’y magkasama, napagtanto ko…

Sa tuwing sumasapit ang umaga, titingin sa telepono, umaasa sa matatamis na bati mo,
‘Di mo hinayaang lumipas ang isang araw nang hindi nagtatanong tungkol sa araw ko.
At pagsapit ng dilim, malamig na muli ang gabi at ang patak ng ulan ay lumalakas;
Binati mo ako nang mataimtim na: “Matulog ka nang maiigi, at bukas tayo’y mag-uusap pa.”

Sa wika lang yata tayo hindi nagtugma; nagustuhan ko ang Pranses
Ikaw nama’y nagustuhan ang wikang Aleman.
Kaya laking gulat ko nang ako’y binati mo sa wikang nagustuhan ko.
At ‘di ako nagpahuli at sinagot din kita sa wikang nais mo.

Bigla mo na lang ibinahagi sa akin ang mga larawang nakuha mo sa ibang bansa,
Sinasabi mo na mahal mo ang mga hayop at nais mo na tayong dalawa ang mag-aruga.
Ibinigay mo rin ang litrato ng iyong mga alaga: isang ibon at tatlong daga
At pagkatapos nito’y ang larawan ng kumikinang mong mga mata.

Lumalalim na ang ating pag-uusap, humaba ang ating oras,
May naramdaman akong kati sa aking isipan, na parang dapat kitang tanungin:
“Paano kita matatawagan?”
Nawala ito sa aking isipan noong nagkuwento ka tungkol sa ’yong bagong alaga.

May ibon ka na naman, namomroblema ka dahil ang unang alaga mo’y galit sa kanya.
Hinayaan lang kitang magsumbong, tungkol sa kanilang bawat pagtuka.
Hindi mo lang alam, ang puso ko’y nalulunod na
Dahil sa sobrang galak na nakilala kita.

Hanggang sa sumapit ang isang araw, umiiyak ka dahil ang iyong bagong alaga’y aalis na.
Hindi ko alam kung ano’ng gagawin ko;
Gusto kitang yakapin, ibulong sa ’yong mga tainga na magiging maayos din ang lahat.
Ngunit hanggang dito lang ako, nananatili sa kabilang linya.

Dumating ang ‘di inaasahan, ang telepono’y nasira’t hindi ka matawagan.
Paano na ito? Ano’ng gagawin ko? Gusto pa kitang makasama, makausap at makilala.
Pero ‘di naayos ang ating tagapag-ugnay, at noong tiningnan ko ang kalendaryo, ang puso ko’y nawasak.
Ngayon ang araw na iiwan ka ng bago mong alaga, at wala ako sa tabi mo upang ika’y damayan.

Ganoon na lang ba? Isang buwan lang kita makikilala?
Isang buwan lang ba ang sandali upang makita ang kabilang pares ng pusong umaasa?
Mag-iisang taon na, ‘di pa rin kita nakikita.
Sana, ako rin ay iyong naaalala
Dahil ako’y nawawalan na ng pag-asa.

Pero ako’y maghihintay.
‘Pagkat alam ko, na ang tadhana’y ‘di ganito kasama.
Na kung isang beses, tayo’y pinagkilala,
Alam kong sa susunod na pagtatagpo, tayo’y mananatili na sa isa’t isa.

Literary: Rosas





Sa isang rosas nagsimula ang ating kuwento
Tuwang-tuwa ka pa noong ibinigay mo ito
“Wala na akong ibang hahanapin,” ika’y nangako,
“Ikaw lang ang mamahalin at pasasayahin ko.”

Sa pula’t pihikan na talulot, ako’y nabighani
Inilagay sa plorera, nangakong aalagaan nang mabuti
Araw-araw pinagmamasdan, bigay ng pinakatinatangi
Hanggang sa tuluyan nang naakit sa marikit na palamuti.

Naubos ang oras sa kababantay,
Pinipilit pang mamulaklak, bakit pa ba naghintay?
Ako’y nagalit, kahit rosas ay walang kasalanan
Matapos makapagmuni-muni, ito’y agad nang kinalimutan.

Itong nag-iisang rosas ay binawi mo,
Kinabukasan ay hinandugan mo ulit ako ng bago
“Alagaan nang mabuti, kahit anong mangyari,
‘Di malalanta ang pag-ibig ko sa ’yo, binibini.”

Itong bagong rosas, akin nang iningatan
Niyakap nang mahigpit, ‘di na ulit pinakawalan.
Kahit ang tangkay nito’y matinik, ‘di ko mabitawan,
Sino ba’ng makatatanggi sa taglay nitong kagandahan?

Dahil sa pagkakayakap na mahigpit,
Bulaklak ay nasakal, hindi na kumapit
Muling naluoy, nawalan na ng kulay,
Oras na inilaan ay wala nang saysay.

Itong pangalawang rosas ay muli mong binawi
Ngunit sa pangalawang pagkakataon, ‘di mo na isinauli.
Iyong mga kataga ay tuluyan nang nalanta,
Ang ating pag-ibig, ‘di na magbubunga pa.

Bakit kapag pilit na inaaruga ay nasisira,
At hindi na kayang buhayin pa?
Bakit ang dating ating nararamdaman,
Ay hindi na maaaring maibalik sa nakaraan?

Ako pa rin ba ang nagpapatibok sa ’yong puso?
Kaya pa bang tiisin kung ikaw pa rin ang mahal ko?
Ako lang ba ang nag-iisang rosas mo?
O iba na ang bulaklak na iyong gusto?

Literary: Super Moon





We were together on the roof of my house, we watched the moon together.

            “It’s moving,” I said. “No, we’re moving,” you corrected. “I meant that in a poetic sense,” I replied. “Ohh… well, I guess it is,” you responded. You sounded sad and I don’t think it’s because you misinterpreted me again.

            I realized the moon is moving though or I guess, we were.

            “What’s wrong?” I asked you. “What do you mean?” You still sounded sad. “You seem, uhh, off,” I said.  “It’s just that, I don’t know. I can see the moon moving,” you replied. “And?”

I didn’t understand. Was I being dense? Was I being stupid?

            “And I just realized nothing’s permanent,” you sounded so heartbroken. I didn’t know what to say.  Then you went on. “I’m just scared, I mean how long can we last? Aren’t you scared? Do you think we’re strong enough for this? What if everything goes wrong? What if we fall apart? What if I hurt you? What if —”

“Baby,” I had to interrupt you, you were overthinking again. “Baby, listen, everything’s temporary okay? You know that right?” I heard your little ‘mhm’ as a response. “And I guess so are we.” I heard you sniffling. I didn’t dare look because I might start crying.

            I went on, “But isn’t the moon so beautiful? Aren’t sunsets beautiful?” You managed to utter a muffled ‘yeah.’ “They don’t last that long but they’re the most beautiful things I see every day. Even if we can’t last the longest, I promise, we’ll love the realest. We’ll be the most beautiful sunset, moonshine, or pizza slice ever, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” you replied weakly. “We’ll try our best and if it doesn’t work, I guess it wasn’t meant to be,” I said cautiously.

            There was silence, and stars, and cool midnight breeze.

            “But I love you,” you said after a while. “And I love you too and that’s what’s important, okay. I love you, so much,” I replied. “I want to hug you right now,” you said. “Yeah, me too. Just hug your pillow and think of me. You should go to sleep now, it’s already 3 am there,” I said.  “I know right. Let’s vid call again tomorrow, okay?”  “Of course!” I flashed you a smile of reassurance. You tried to smile back but your eyes were reddish and puffy.

            “Good night, baby. Sweet dreams. I love you,” I recited our nightly goodbyes like always. “Good night. Sweet dreams. I love you. See you tomorrow, ” you said. “Yup, see ya’! Byeeeeeee!!!”

         We ended the call. I felt this longing empty feeling but with a tinge of contentment. I was happy and sad and it was good. We were good.

Literary: Colors You Hold





From the moment we met,
I knew you lived inside spring.
At first glance,
My heart was pulled by strings.

Your joy was vigorous,
And your spirit vibrant,
A stark contrast to my nature,
And my silent disposition.

You were the embodiment of hue.
I was monochromatic, and you were color itself.
Yet you made me your friend,
And brought out feelings I have never felt.

When I was beside you,
And our eyes aligned,
Yours sparkled so bright,
That I had to close mine.

My soul was in agony,
Trapped in black and white,
But you pulled it from the shadows,
And brought it into light.

You taught me the true meaning of freedom,
And that freedom is life,
And that life is full of joy
When it is lived right.

We laughed and we ran,
We stared at the night sky,
On the way home,
When you suddenly cried,

Speaking of the ephemeral
Which I did not understand.
Like fireflies that glowed,
You said, our time together was not going to last.

All that time,
You knew your time was short.
Yet you came into my life,
And became my greatest support.

It was almost as if
You barged right into my heart,
Without taking off your shoes,
And brought brightness with you

I could not help but welcome you,
Since you brought such colors,
Which imbued my gray skies,
With happy strokes of fervor.

And you used to always ask me
If I would ever forget
The memories we shared
And the promises we kept.

Now I know what it all meant.
How can I forget any of it?
If only you would have lived longer
Even for just a little bit.

Now, I stand here, confused,
As I read your last letter,
Trying to understand those three words,
Wanting to call you a liar.

Now that you told me you loved me,
How can I keep living without regrets?
You truly were selfish, and beautiful.
Yet I am so glad that we met.

Perhaps, you were too precious
Like a petal in spring drifting in the wind.
You were gone as soon as you appeared,
And simply could not be held back

Literary: The Pleasure of Solitude on the Night of Valentine's Day





Stars,
            Wind,
Sneaker soles padding on a sidewalk.

Aching feet
            (a likeness of the soul)
Dim streetlamps the sole witness.

Two eyes
            Regard the heavens;
A deep inhale disturbs the air.

The eyes
            Regard no longer;
A cloud forms upon the lips.

That breath
            A realisation

Solitude,
            Thought,
The soul becomes by melancholy unbound

For it is reminded:

What could’ve been should not taint
What is:

A hair-tie
            Worn upon the wrist
            A reminder that
            There is someone
A new one
From
            A person present
            A person who cares;

Ticket stubs
            In a pocket
            A reminder that
            There are good times
Recent ones
From
            Evenings with people
            Who made time to be present;

Arcade tokens
            In a jar
            A reiteration that
            There is someone
Valueless coins
            From a person of value
            From a person who values;

ID cards
            On a lace
            A reiteration that
            There are good times
Plastic and paper
            From various activities
            O’er which toil is well-spent





A deep sigh
            A cloud upon the lips

The soul no longer aches.