Look.

At things.

At people.

See.

With the mind’s eye.

With the heart’s eye.

Swirling thoughts,

A nugget shines.

Bewildering thoughts,

Lucidity flashes.

Be calm.

Be still.

Be serene.

Observe.

Perceive.

Believe.

Cara on the Toblerone

Puff, the Magic Dragon playing in my head

with coffee and cigarettes at three in the afternoon.

Mobile inbox groaning with notifications.

Hello Friend lyrics teasing my mind

with coffee and cigarettes at three in the afternoon.

Oh, lovers watching a movie in my living room.

Skimming through Kasapunggul a Sampaga II

with coffee and cigarettes at three in the afternoon.

Thinking of tonight's birthday dinner.

Carlos and Don Juan engaging in looking and seeing

with coffee and cigarettes at three in the afternoon.

Good! Ang Mahiwagang Batuta is fine.

Wondering why he didn't know the song of Paul McCrane

with coffee and cigarettes at three in the afternoon.

Smiling at the name on the white Toblerone box.

Remembering Bread's song I requested him to sing

with coffee and cigarettes at three in the afternoon.

Oh my, it really is three in the afternoon?!

White Chocolate Mocha

Flavoured coffee and cigarettes, enjoyed solitarily
in an overpriced coffee shop in a mall.
Laptops, tablets and androids on tables.
A pair of women in denim short-shorts paraded by.
Surreptitious glances thrown on the guys over at the next table.
A pregnant lady in short dress toted shopping bags.
Two children trailed behind with the nanny.
A towering foreign male strutted past.
A Filipina, half his height, wrapped on his arm.
A pair of giggly teenagers in uniform, from the nearby public school,
sipped on ventis worth more than their parents’ daily wage.
A trio of street urchins sidled between tables.
Begging and hoping for the last sip, the last nibble.
Two blissful hours spent doing absolutely nothing.

along a deserted road

half moon peeking,
overgrown wildgrass swaying,
smell of rich molasses wafting,
chill wind caressing.
hands gripping the wheel,
heart thudding,
eyes misting,
thoughts confusing.
vehicle speeding,
curve approaching,
tree looming,
sanity returning.

Red's She

In a tower,

she entered.

Knowing,

without seeing,

what lies ahead.

Tower doors

locked shut,

keys thrown in the moat.

Windows she passed,

decisively closed.

A glimpse she needed,

for sanity and strength.

A peek

at windows

again and again.

Once, twice, thrice,

windows partly opened.

Ah joy! So bittersweet.

Fleeting moments,

spiderweb-like cracks it wrought.



05032012

quagmire

where do i go?
where do i turn?
brick walls all around!
what do i do?
what should i do?
answers couldn't be found!
who to ask?
who to succor?
no one comes to mind.
why did this happen?
why did it come to this?
seeking within is too consuming.
when did it start?
when would it stop?
birth to death, the supposed answer.
how does one surface from this depth?
how does one get out of this quagmire?
in this darkness, can a sliver of light penetrate?