The Sign.

On board the bus, eyes romanced the green
My thoughts conflicted with innocence;
Tonight I forced myself to recall.
What was there to see? To hear? To know?

The wall was white, whiten by translucent light.
The floor contrasted my long, dark hair.
The room flocked by crowd; mostly male.
The bearded traveller ushered me; this is you.

And I look at your hand, extended open palm, true.

Touched its softness; I stared at your dark lashes.
Your hair was then dark, darkened more by white shirt.
I nod, shyly smiled, that face, I listened last or first.

Beyond the rows of males I sat and write.
All of them were talking; I searched which bright.
You talked, passionate, fast, and I... silent.

Discussion was done, flipped the pen.
Rose and rushed out of door, serene.

The traveller asked, “where to? wait no more?”
Yup, thanks, I said. At the city, I wandered.
I bade the traveler adieu, unyielding, as fast as that,
Without a glimpse of you; that listening was the last.

Bored

don't be bored, it will eat you.
your psyche dies; your heart bleeds
your eyes shuts and your blood clots

think that you're kissed
think that you're loved
think that the world is round
and hands beg you to be sound

life is real and it is fine
just make a wide smile
think you're just a kiss-far in a little while

Tinago Falls

I want to be home
To be embraced by deep blue lagoon
To be soothe from unworded pain
To see my tears cascading down
Unplain boulders of rocks, rain
I want to be home
To see the undying rainbow of love
‘Til sun radiates above.
I want to be home
To taste salty water… eyes.
While the thick forest hides
free solitary life.
I want to be home, deep blue lagoon
To be cuddled by the little cave
Hear plea for eternal peace and rest.
I’m home, I’m home, I’m home
My deep blue lagoon
Embrace me, safe keep me
From the pain I long have known.
I’m home deep blue lagoon
Did you hear me sing my sorrowful song?

Tears

Head is tilted
Sapped of strength
Lengthy hair dropped unmoved
Spine held, supports of chair
Eyes… stares, aimless
Lips tight.
A tear glitter in the corner of an eye.
Arms just float besides.
A sigh freed.
Equivalent to a million ton
Of bloody bleed.
Unspoken
Unworded
Unsang
Down to the measured
Depths of heart’s constriction.
The lids closed in hardest effort
Tear painfully dropped.
Unsecured by truth.

She waited for the person
Whom she knew
Will not arrive.

I write.

Only cowards write

I’m afraid to forget you

I write.

I find a truth in you 

I can’t stop the

Force of my hand to embrace

My pen and start again the

Sublime communion of a

Continuous presence that

Could only be acknowledged

When

I write.

I am not your servant.

I am not your companion.

I am not your audience.

I am not your critic.

I am not a confirmer of your sense-of-being

I could but will never be.

You don’t need my laughter.

You don’t need my mockeries.

You don’t need me

 I write.

Only cowards write.

I’m afraid to lose you.

I write.

[written in 1998]