Wednesday, November 16, 2011

By Any Other Name Still

I bleed in painful rhapsody just to hold you
In a way I myself don’t quite understand; 
It’s as if you’re always flailing whenever you’re dancing with the wind. 
And I can’t stand it, I can’t take it… 

The droplets of dew on your soft, red cheeks 
Each one of them I’ve tasted and longed for with all that’s left of me, 
Oh just like how I’m still longing for you 
Even though you’re mine now 
(Or so you say…) 


But no, I won’t pull you off your frail beauty, 
Though I know in my heart it could only mean the end. 

That my breasts will smell of you no more, I fear not 
That red won’t be as soft as it was before, I fear not 
That all I’d be left with is the rusty aftertaste 
Of my rue relentless, I fear not… 

For my only dread is that in my hands you’ll wither 
And die in solitude. 


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Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Katipan


Dahan-dahan, 
Ibinigkis dalawang duluhan ng aking mga pangarap 
Di pa man tapos, samu’t sari na ang nadarama 
Pikit-mata, 
Inilatag buo kong pagkatao sa iyong kandungan 
Mga ngiti’t kunot-noo, animo’y naghahatakan 
Pigil-hininga, 
Iminulat aking mga mata para lamang maluha 
Sa labis na galak at bahagyang pagtataka 
Bilog ay nabuo, soulmate daw kita 
Alam ko katangahan, pero hayaan mo na-
E ako, soulmate mo rin kaya?



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Sunday, November 13, 2011

UNbeknOwnst


I knew it.  That something had been changed. Irreversibly.  Beholding each other, I had the urge to look away. To break the wave of tenderness.  Emanating from within each of us.  Coursing through the space between us.  Gently enveloping the other.  We smiled.  Smiles seemingly devoid of meaning.  But bursting from innocent wonder.  Could it be?  Asked to shake hands, we reluctantly, shyly obliged.  Another pair of smiles.  The nervous kind.  Perhaps from the electricity of the momentary contact.  Then we both turned.  Went our separate ways.  It felt like the end of the world for me.  But my heart assured me it was just the beginning.  But the anxiety lingered on.  When might I see you again?  It would be different, I know.  Just how so, I could not possibly tell.  Then came the day for us to meet again.  It could not have been predicted.  We were both alone.  But aware of each other’s presence.  We sent out random smiles.  Still the nervous kind.  Half-heartedly, I went on with my lunch.  With you sitting right across me.  If only I could capture that very moment.  And make it last for as long as I could.  I knew it.  That something had been changed.  Irreversibly. From the way you smiled.  Not at me.  But through me.  You have become aware.  Of my existence.  Of the way I feel for you.  And it gave you all the power.  To trample on my heart.  Simply by ignoring me.  I held a glimmer of hope, you know.  But just like that, you took it away.  I knew it.  That you would break my heart.  Even without asking me for it.


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Thursday, November 10, 2011

Himay, Hikbi, Hilom


“Gagawin ko ang lahat, ‘wag mo lang akong iwan.” Ako mismo naririndi na sa sarili kong boses, sa paulit-ulit kong pagsusumamo. Parang sirang plaka, sabi nga ng isang kanta.

Nanatili s’yang nakatitig sa ‘kin, gamit ang mga matang ni katiting na pagturing ay wala akong maaninag.

Sino ka? Ano’ng ginawa mo sa taong kamakailan lang ay mahal na mahal ako? Nais kong ibulalas, pasumbat. Subalit inalipin ako ng takot na baka lalo lang s’yang lumayo sa ‘kin. Muli, ang titig n’yang sinlamig ng pakiramdam sa ‘king kaibuturan.

***

“Bakit ako? Sa dinami-dami naman ng iba’ng puwede diyan.”

“Diyan. Katuwa ka talaga, Bibi. Di-yan. Buong-buo,” panunukso niya sa akin.

“Para lamang pagsinta ko sa iyo, buong-buo. Walang kahati. Walang kaparis.” May bahagyang bugnot kong tugon.

Napansin niya yata, kaya’t agad na kinuha ang aking mga kamay upang halikan. Leche, Emil, ang hina mo talagang bata ka. Alam na alam niya kung paano ako pangingitiin, kung paano papawiin ang aking dinaramdam. Bakit nga ba ako? At ako na ba talaga?

***

Nakatungo na lang ako, tuliro, ‘di alam kung ano pa’ng sasabihin para lang mabago ang isip n’ya. Sa ‘kin kasi, madali na’ng pasundin ang damdamin, basta sumang-ayon na ang isip. Pero ‘di ko sukat akalaing ganito pala kahirap.

“Siya na lamang kasi talaga e. Sa puso ko, sa isip ko. Hindi ko alam. Kung paano nangyari, kung kailan. Basta nangyari. Sana mapatawad mo pa ako, Dy.”

Dy? Lumundag ang puso ko, waring itinunghay ang ulo ko mula sa pagkakatungo.

“Lan. Dylan,” agad n’yang dugtong, may pait sa kan’yang mga labi.

‘Tang ina. “Di ba p’wedeng Dy na lang ulit? Ikaw pa rin kasi talaga, Bibi.” Para ‘kong kandilang nauupos sa ‘king kinauupuan. ‘Tang ina talaga. Ansakit.

“Please,” tanging sagot n’ya.

***

“Emilio, pasaan ka na naman n’yan ha?” Ang maurirat kong katrabaho, singgang-singga na naman.

“Saan pa, e ‘di sa mahal ko!” Sabay ngisi hanggang dulo ng walang hanggan.

“Sa Batangas? Grabe ka ha, straight from a 12-hour shift? Totohanan na ‘ata ‘yan.”

Napangiti na lamang ako. Dahil sa puso ko, alam ko’ng ito’y totoo. Totoong-totoo. Dy, I’m coming home.

***

Lumamig na ang siomai at mami sa harapan ko. Nagpalitan na ang mga kumakain sa carinderia. Sa ‘di kalayuan, tumutulak na palabas ng terminal ang bus na maghahatid sa ‘kin pauwi ng Batangas.

“Yaong bus mo, umaandar na.” May inip sa boses n’ya.

Ako naman ang napatitig na lang sa kan’ya. Hindi para magmakaawa, kundi para ipahiwatig na sinusubukan ko’ng unawain ang lahat. Pero ang hirap pa rin talaga.

Hindi n’ya makuhang salubungin ang aking tingin. Hiya? Suya? Hindi ko rin masabi. Tumayo na ‘ko at naglapag ng pambayad sa pagkaing ‘di ko man lang nagalaw.

“Ako na, ha?”

Nakuha pang manlibre ng gago. Kunsabagay.

***

“Salamat, Bibi, ha? Pa’no na lang ako kung wala ka?” Sabay hilig niya sa aking balikat. Nasa bus kami, paluwas na ulit ako. Hatid lamang niya ako hanggang sa kabilang bus stop.

“Inang, may nagda-drama. Ano ka ba? E siyempre naman, ganito talaga.” Mahal na mahal ko siya. Napatitig na lamang ako sa kaniya. Bakas ang pagal sa mukha at tinig, subalit parang hindi alintana. Dahil daw kasama na niya ako.

“Mahal na mahal kita. Mahal na mah..” Ang araw ng aking daigdig, tuluyan nang inilubog ng maghapong pagyao't-ito. Ayan, alintana na.

“Mahal din kita, Dy. Mahal na mahal.” Sabay hilig ko sa ulo niyang nakahilig sa akin. At sa aking pagpikit, dama ko ang pagguhit ng isang mainit at matamis na ngiti sa aking mga labi. Ako nga. Ako na talaga.


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Tuesday, November 8, 2011

This Ain't A Love Letter


Much has been written and said about Love—how it begins, goes, ends, and comes full circle in due time. And being hapless novices falling deep and hard even before realizing so, we inadvertently accept what we are told as gospel truths.

We learn to believe that Love starts with a seemingly innocuous spark, then spreads like wild forest fire, consuming our very beings in such an indescribable rapture. We learn to believe that Love, like everything else, reaches a plateau where we must finally take control of and absolute responsibility for the things we do. We learn to believe that that same plateau must end in a steep precipice, upon which we must decide whether to give up or to fight on. We learn to believe that regardless of our choice, we must suffer tremendously, feeling immense pain and longing as though our souls were about to leave their earthly vessels, never to return. We learn to believe that in the darkness and gloom of the days that would follow, hope eventually springs forth, drops of sunlight trickling down from the roof of the empty cavern that has become of us.

Vivid and precise these accounts may seem to get, they simply pertain to a Love other than Ours; for no matter what they say, only we can tell whether what we have is indeed Love.

Having said all that, I want to let you know that I myself have found myself standing on the edge of that precipice, and I have now come to a decision: I am staying with you. But at the same time I would like you to let go. Of every notion you hold of me. Of every reason you have had for choosing to love me then. Of every memory of my quivering voice and the sweetness of my smile. Of the things I have and have not done for you. Just let it all go. For I am not the same person anymore, and neither are you. Unwittingly, we have both been transformed by the Love that we have been holding between us. We have changed in a thousand different ways until we started to doubt each other’s Love. I refuse to believe that that is the way it is supposed to go; I believe our changed selves only serve to remind us that we are also meant to evolve as a couple. So this I say to you: Do not think of my Love as old and tarnished, but constantly growing and renewing in its own midst. To this very day, I love you. I simply and truly do.

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Monday, November 7, 2011

Like A Virgin


Here I go again. Trying. Not so much my luck as my determination. To put up and keep a blog. For the nth time. I don’t know. But it just feels as though the writer in me has been in some deep slumber since who-knows-when. And here I am. Sitting in silence. Typing away to create a semblance of activity. But essentially accomplishing nothing. Basically just waiting. Awaiting The Awakening. Just when it’s gonna happen, time alone will tell.


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