Kababawan

susubukan kong magsulat ng isang tula na kakaiba

may mga salita na medyo malalim at matalinhaga

mga salitang pinag-isipan at may kurot sa masa

ngunit, paano ba uumpisahan. . . bigla akong natulala

umupo sa harap ng kompyuter, nag-isip at tumipa

tumingala, napatungo at kinusot ang mga mata

tumipa ng mabagal hanggang makabuo ng mga salita

subalit nang binasa, mga salita ay kagyat na binura

sumandal sa upuan at nag-isip ng taimtim

anong mga salita ba ang matalinhaga at malalim

ang salitang balon ba ay maituturing na malalim

at ang matalinhaga ay katulad ng salitang lihim?

ha ha ha . . . bigla akong natawa sa aking naisip

napakababaw na biro bakit ‘di na lang umidlip

marahil sa pagtulog ay magkaroon ng panaginip

mainam nga’ng matulog kesa sa umupo at maghalukipkip

talagang kasama sa buhay ang pagiging mababaw

lumalabas paminsan-minsan na animo ay bulalakaw

at sa atensyon natin ay paminsan-minsan umaagaw

may nakakainis, nakakatuwa, depende sa salita o galaw

ang pagiging mababaw ay larawan ng katotohanan

kung paano ninanais ng tao ang maging ganito o ganyan

sa ganang akin, ang kababawan ay hindi isang kamalian

basta’t ito ay walang naidudulot na kapahamakan

Seasons of Love

It was in fall when I met you

As you walked with a gloomy face

There’s no one cared, neither one had noticed

But in my fleeting look, I saw some grace

Then fall had petered out and winter came

Fate had intrude and I met you again

I thought I saw you appeared so calm

With a graceful walk but a cold grin

When spring had arrived I was hoping

For interference from a prowler fate

Then I saw you with a genuine smile

A stunning beauty had made me quiet

The summertime was the most wonderful

Strolling around holding each other’s hand

The fulfilled time and cheerful hearts

Changes the life that used to be bland

The Future in January

I walk past the years and look at the future

As January comes though I wasn’t so sure

Will there be a new sunshine for me to see?

Or, a signal of new hope as what they say.

I waited, I hoped but then, I never learned

That waiting and hoping can simply be earned

In an idle time of a lethargic man

Nowhere to go if won’t budge a leg or arm

I hope, we all can hope, but it’s not enough

A balloon in an empty room would soon puff

I can wait; we all can wait from dawn ‘til dusk

The trinkets will hide unless it is unmasked

Now, I want to walk fast towards the future

But the future seems at a very far shore

In the mid-day of life still keeps on searching

The vagueness of future still in the offing

I wish to change my mind and run or step back

Time is fading in a life with so much flak

Then the realization came like a lightning

The future is near yet so far from reaching