You are the melody
That charges my blood
With happy thoughts
And endless possibilities;
You are the tune
That makes me sing.
You can never force a heart to love
Nor can you ever tell it who to love;
It feels what it feels
And it wants what it wants,
Irrespective of your commands.
At work, after a gruelling five hours out in the sun, I’m with a group of youngsters as we discuss our next move. You suddenly appear with an ice cold bottle of Vitamilk. You hand it over to me, shyly–apologetically; as if it’s a near-transgression to even offer me anything.
At the staff house, while I attempt to finish a report due the next day, I hear the roar of a motorbike as it parks outside the door. You enter the house with another ice cold Vitamilk for me.
It becomes a tiny part of our routine–you, me, and Vitamilk–and I never question your actions or the regular Vitamilk gifts. Because, well, people can be so kind sometimes.
But then, friends begin teasing you and me. “Isn’t it even obvious to you? He seriously likes you!” A mischievous grin appears on her face as my friend convinces me that you are more than okay.
Am I really that numb? Although, it’s another busy day and I have no time to play.
For the inexorable imperfections
That achingly tarnish
Your perfectly constructed
Just like everyone else,
You’re also human.
Poot na nagniningas
At sigaw na pinipigilang lumabas;
Bibig na may busal
At mga kamay na pilit pumipiglas;
Na buong-pusong pinaglingkuran;
At mga huwad na haring ganid
Sa yaman at kapangyarihan.
Ano na ang kahihitnatnan
Ng mga taong umaasa
Sa ‘yong salat na awa’t kabutihan?
Isang kandila na lamang ang natitira;
Maya’t maya’y ubos na.
Not everyone is seeking a soulmate;
Some are merely striving to discover themselves.
The gaudy debauchery
Of this world
Fails to recapture my soul;
For, I’m at the threshold
Of a most alluring sanctuary
Where saints and sinners, both,
Have been known
To finally discover Home.
Hold on to loyalty;
Anything else is auxiliary