INSIDE THE ADYTUM
If all the world could just see the face beseeching against being alone,
those frightened eyes seeking for a pleasant sight,
those quivering hands searching for something sturdy to lean on,
that lost figure looking for a place to hide...
If only all the world could sense that underneath indifference lurks heartaches...
that behind strictness are uncertainties and fears unspoken...
Then all the world will see a young girl, sitting in a corner of a dark room...
afraid to poke around...
scared that none of she may reach will last just to be with her.
Some tough huh?
Friday, February 8, 2008
Monday, June 18, 2007
XI
ALWAYS HOPEFUL
She looks up every night
to see if the vast is empty..
Those sparkling grains are really pleasing to the eyes.
But she feels even better when it is vacuous.
Because she knows, sooner or later..
It will rain.
She looks up every night
to see if the vast is empty..
Those sparkling grains are really pleasing to the eyes.
But she feels even better when it is vacuous.
Because she knows, sooner or later..
It will rain.
X
STACCATO
As a a child, she has always aimed for excellence. She topped her class, brought home medals, accomplished homeworks laid out for her. She shun herself from crying whenever things get tough or even when it hurts. She is always composed showing she can handle things well.
Early when she gained trust and started doing things her own way.. assuming greater responsibilities and still keeping herself composed.
After some time, her competitiveness started getting on her way. Not that it's bad, really. But that's when she started losing her path.
Now, she has grown so indurate. Her expression blank, seemingly not capable of tears.
Her face rigescent.
She has always been competitive. Not that she wanted to be the best, no because she would rather be happy sitting in just a corner, unseen and unheard.
But she wanted to make them proud.
That's why she strives for excellence and perfection.
To make them proud,
that's what she has always wanted.
As a a child, she has always aimed for excellence. She topped her class, brought home medals, accomplished homeworks laid out for her. She shun herself from crying whenever things get tough or even when it hurts. She is always composed showing she can handle things well.
Early when she gained trust and started doing things her own way.. assuming greater responsibilities and still keeping herself composed.
After some time, her competitiveness started getting on her way. Not that it's bad, really. But that's when she started losing her path.
Now, she has grown so indurate. Her expression blank, seemingly not capable of tears.
Her face rigescent.
She has always been competitive. Not that she wanted to be the best, no because she would rather be happy sitting in just a corner, unseen and unheard.
But she wanted to make them proud.
That's why she strives for excellence and perfection.
To make them proud,
that's what she has always wanted.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
IX
AFTERNOON SHOWERS
It had been a rainy afternoon for the past few days.
As she idly roves the green field, gray clouds started gathering up,
completely covering the clear sky that started the day.
T'was thirty minutes past two when she checked her watch.
Busy crowd.People running around.
The usual fuss in the campus.
So, this is how things go.
She knows nothing. Maybe, not a thing at all.
She gazed up and felt tears falling from the sky.
Good. She thought.
That afternoon, heavy drops fell down and endlessly wet the earth.
It had been a rainy afternoon for the past few days.
As she idly roves the green field, gray clouds started gathering up,
completely covering the clear sky that started the day.
T'was thirty minutes past two when she checked her watch.
Busy crowd.People running around.
The usual fuss in the campus.
So, this is how things go.
She knows nothing. Maybe, not a thing at all.
She gazed up and felt tears falling from the sky.
Good. She thought.
That afternoon, heavy drops fell down and endlessly wet the earth.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
VIII
VAULT
The solitude she finds standing under it.
She loves the sky.
The calmness reflected from the azure.
The sky being blue.
Its silence, its distance,
the gnosis hidden behind.
The danger it roars
whenever it turns gray.
The dreams it brings
whenever it lets those grains twinkle distinctively.
Its tolerance to hold tears before it finally cries over the land.
The solitude she finds standing under it.
She loves the sky.
The calmness reflected from the azure.
The sky being blue.
Its silence, its distance,
the gnosis hidden behind.
The danger it roars
whenever it turns gray.
The dreams it brings
whenever it lets those grains twinkle distinctively.
Its tolerance to hold tears before it finally cries over the land.
Monday, May 28, 2007
VII
COLOURS
Getting tired seeing the brightness of orange. It even came to a point where it sucks.
It's sunny spirit irritates her senses.
Guess it'll take some time for her to get back with blue...
Pink? Nah, she doesn't think she'll ever get back there.
Seeing the red and black... the combination seems to suit her well.
Tough, inward... comfortable to her sight.
Makes her feel alone... The way she wanted things to be.
Getting tired seeing the brightness of orange. It even came to a point where it sucks.
It's sunny spirit irritates her senses.
Guess it'll take some time for her to get back with blue...
Pink? Nah, she doesn't think she'll ever get back there.
Seeing the red and black... the combination seems to suit her well.
Tough, inward... comfortable to her sight.
Makes her feel alone... The way she wanted things to be.
VI
ECLIPSE
the magic of a bud coming out of the earth
the hope shone by sunrise
the courage of a young bird to soar high
the comfort in the fire
the life from a dead leaf
the serenity among troubled waters
the strength from a stone
the love akin to the white sands in the shore
the forgiveness in the eyes of a child
the friendship of the sky and the seas
the distance between the eyes
the blessing in the rain
the beauty in the dawn
the solitude in midnight
the bitter truth
the silence in the words spoken
In the absence of light,
see the invisible to the eyes.
the magic of a bud coming out of the earth
the hope shone by sunrise
the courage of a young bird to soar high
the comfort in the fire
the life from a dead leaf
the serenity among troubled waters
the strength from a stone
the love akin to the white sands in the shore
the forgiveness in the eyes of a child
the friendship of the sky and the seas
the distance between the eyes
the blessing in the rain
the beauty in the dawn
the solitude in midnight
the bitter truth
the silence in the words spoken
In the absence of light,
see the invisible to the eyes.
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