Una pa lang kitang makita
Alam kong mahal na kita
Ngunit nasa iba ang iyong pansin
Kaya damdamin ko’y kinimkim

Isang gabing puso’y hinagupit
Ako’y lumuha, saksi ang langit
Lihim na pag-ibig, itinago ko
Nagpanggap na puso ko’y bato

Maraming taon ang lumipas
Puso ko’y pinagtibay, pinalakas
Sabi ko, hindi na ako gaya ng dati
Walang sino man sa aki’y maka-aapi

Tatlong dekada at ikaw ay muling bumalik
Ngayon ay laman ka na naman ng puso at isip
Sa isang sulyap lang sa iyong imahe
Gaya ng dati, lutang na naman ako sa ere

Windang na animo’y batang muli
Hindi mapakali, kinakausap ang sarili
Natatakot sa mga mangyayari
Dapat ba akong magsisi?

Muling nagbalik ang kirot sa aking puso
Dahil mula noon, hanggang ngayon
Sa nagdaang maraming taon
Ikaw pa rin ang mahal

Saang mundo ba maaaring maging tayo?
Sabihin mo at pupunta ako.
Pupunta ako ng walang pag-aalinlangan
Kahit ako’y muli pang masaktan

Paulit-ulit kitang mamahalin
Sa puso at isip mananatili ka sa akin
Noon, ngayon at bukas
Damdamin sayo’y hindi magwawakas

When you can fall gracefully,
And shatter like dandelions in the autumn, Allowing the wind to carry you.

To welcome the winter,
Savoring darkness as connoisseurs do fine wine,
To rise up during the spring.

And bloom again in the summer,
Without fearing the coming of fall,
Only then, you’ve become invincible.

The transience of things
And of looming ending
That can happen anytime
The unspoken agreement
Neither of us defined
But we adhere to
The murder of emotions
The lack of humanity

The walls around us
And the happy facade
What are we so afraid of?
What am I so afraid of?
Are we so traumatized,
That we all hide inside our shells?
Afraid of getting caught
For the crime of feeling or caring

The fear of rejection
And shame of being found wanting
So we hide behind the mask
Of never needing
And sit in the cold
With our only company
That we protect at all cost
Our pride and dignity

I can’t paint
And even if I can, I don’t have the right colors
And if I have the right colors
Would you see it?

If I can express this emotion
That the person inside me feel for you
Would the person inside you feel it?

How can one put into words
Or find the right melody
Or even draw on a paper
The intricacies
Of a bitter-sweet, one sided memory?
Using statements that only serve to misrepresent
Adjectives at best only approximate
Of undying emotions, flavored by the present
From a time long gone

Like a tree telling a story
Of pains, secrets and splendor of what once was
And a man who only remembers the twig
And the tree who only remembers the boy

You, are not who you were
I, am not who I was
Yet who we were, once was
Now, live in solitude, locked up inside us
And though desperately trying to reach out for one another

They will never meet again

And for their story, let this be my final plea:

That though we remember separately
And hear but echoes of what used to be,
Together, the you and I of today…
Let’s honor in friendship’s new light
The beauty of all that once felt right

And when the time comes
With my last breath
I would have but one last prayer
That when we are both no more
That the universe remembers for us
And piece together, what we could not

The memory of the tree and the man
The twig and the boy
You and I, who were, once was

It was but yesterday we met in a dream.
You have sung to me in my aloneness, and I of your longings have built a tower in the sky.
But now our sleep has fled and our dream is over, and it is no longer dawn.
The noontide is upon us and our half waking has turned to fuller day, and we must part.
If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.
And if our hands should meet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky.
- Kahlil Gibran

A thousand shadows passing by
A thousand enduring sighs
A thousand words unvocalized
A thousand romance unrealized

All because there is one you
And I’m just one of the thousand faces

- written on November 11, 2012

Once I was a fool demanding a promise
Then I got a little bit smarter
Who needs empty promises? no one knows the future!
Then came assumptions — I realized, I’m still a fool

Promises are demanded
To have somebody to blame
Assumptions are assumed
So you can walk even though you are blind

I wish, I could
Walk in faith without assuming
Know my way without a promise
Enjoy the journey though the destination is unknown

All wish could write a poem
But we’re not special, just weird.