Friday, August 17, 2012

Hubaran Mo Si Adan





"...tama na ba? Kuntento ka naba sa nakikita mo?
sapat na ba ang kahubdang ito upang mapuno ko
ang iyong pagkauhaw sa katotohanan?

Katotothanang ikaw mismo ang may pamantayan...
pamantayang salungat sa aking pag katao.

Nakikita mo ba ang katawang ito,
ang tanda ng aking pagkalalaki?

Sapat na ba ang  nakikita ng iyong mga mata
upang husgahan ako at ipagkanulo ang aking katauhan?
Sapat na bang dahilan ang iyong nakikita upang
ipamukha sa akin na ako ay instrumento sa isang imoral na mundo?

Aling karapatan ba ang pwede mong iamot sa nahusgahan kong pagkatao
ang pwedeng magpalaya sa akin at sa mga katulad ko?

Magagawa mo pabang hubaran ang hubad ko nang katawan
upang masilip ang tunay na ako,
at ang kakarampot na pag-asa sa masikip at madilim kong mundo?
 Pag-asang ako din ay matanggap ng lipunang pinamumugaran
ng mga tulad mong pinagpala?

Hindi ba't iyon ang mahalaga,
kung ano ang nasa kaibuturan ng aking hubad na puso?

Pagmasdan mo ang aking kahubdan, sapat na ba ang nakikita mo?" 



-"Hubaran Mo Si Adan"
gb! 

Hello, Old Friend




"Hello, Old Friend"
June 09, 2012


Hello old friend?
I'm glad we meet again.
You traveled far, Are you tired?
Come and sit for a while
And tell me about your gold mine.

How are you old friend?
It's been a while...
since the day you said your goodbye.
Did life been good to you?
Or has it been a little cruel too?

You said your long forgotten 'Hi?'
I can see it from your familiar smile.
That you've gone a distant mile.
Did you find what you've been looking for?
The things you said I didn't have before?

Why are you crying old friend?
Why are you feeling my old pain?
Aren't you the one who seek for the dream?
The dream where I wasn't belong.
Did you find it all along?

What are the tears for, old friend?
Aren't you happy seeing me?
Oh, I shed them before too.
When you found your way out,
Leaving me shattered with a broken heart.

I missed you and I will miss you again old friend.
There still be tears just like it has been.
I won't hold you now and beg you to stay,
This time it doesn't feel the same,
Because its been a while, old friend.


-o0o-

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Cleopatra

Cleopatra
112909
glenmore bacarro

You’re the beauty men ever saw.
Stood out from the desert’s hidden foes
You captured the hearts of those bravest men.
And crumpled them with unbailable shame

You had the power many envied
But nothing compares to the love you bid.
For you, dear maiden only true love rules
Beyond wealth, beyond power, the greatest fool!

They may never know how much you gave.
To save the kingdom on hands at stake
Without tears you’re blinded by the desert’s sun
Left broken by the love that had been gone.

Oh Lady! There’s sadness in your eyes.
Your heart bleeds yet your beauty smiles.
Uttering the name, the love, yet you never cry.
And on the cursed jar, you drank the serpent’s lies.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Circle

Circle
062207
glenmore bacarro

It’s three in the morning
The wind blew.
The coldness inside
Froze every pride.
The moon hid,
'Coz shame outshined
But some stars shared
Every teardrop that fell.

Waiting from the dark
With the streetlights
Lamped the spot
Where a man of dream
Stood to wait
Someone who can grant
His wish uncommand
Dressed with his best shirt
Perfumed with fragrance
And of tears
For in the place
Where he stands
Lust chooses the best.
And lust means wealth
For a dreamer from dirt.
So when a car stopped.
On the man’s lucky spot
He had to smile
Before a tear will fall.

It’s three in the morning
The wind blew
The coldness inside
Froze every pride
The moon hid
For shame outshined
From a place where dreams
Can easily be found
Sins are made
A soul was lost
For a heavenly cost.


Wednesday, February 22, 2012

A Plea


A Plea
102909
 glenmore bacarro 


Just tell me you care.
I’ll be fine.
Hold my hand tight,
Like I’ve hold you in my heart.

Remember once you’ve felt.
That love defies gender.
You knew that my heart thirst.
The love you can’t render.


What if by chance our hearts’ dictate.
No race, no gender; values nor age?
Would you give me your love?
Despite anything else?

Dear! Hear me asking.
Pleading for a chance
That if our Gods collide.
Let just our hearts decide.


Tuesday, February 21, 2012

I am Selfish

I am Selfish
05-18-11 (@POEA)
glenmore bacarro

I want you to be mine,
though I can’t be yours.
I held your heart tight,
But I’ll never be at your side.
I confused you with my kiss,
And my promises that are sweet.
I demand your exclusivity,
But you can’t have me.

Once, I’m yours.
In your sanity I’m lost.
I gave all caused you demand,
I’m a poor servant at your command.
But here comes the irony,
You chose him over me.
And after your pain you came back,
But darling I wish you good luck.

You beg for chance, so I gave in
Feeding you lies and love that’s fadin’
For now I’m the king, darling it’s no sin
To give you your own dose of medicine

I want you back, you believed in it
I laugh but I have a secret indeed.
Yes, you still hold a part of me,
That’s why I can’t even set you free.
Let’s live in a world of make believe,
Coz we both fear what we can give.

And Darling you can’t just retreat
You can’t leave just like once you did.
I can make you stay through my kiss
You’re mine, and yes I’m selfish.

---

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Are You Done? : Tapos Kana Ba?


Are You Done Now?
01/29-30/12
glenmore bacarro

Are you done now…?
on breaking my heart?
The heart you once promised,
to keep and to hold.
A fragile heart…young
naïve but true.
Yet you choose to break,
and shattered at most.

Are you done now…?
on making me cry
The tears that speak
Those thousands lines?
My eyes show you no pain
Because you once said,
They are my sweetest gain..
But look, they won’t stop welling.
‘coz you love to see them crying.


Are you done now…?
on painting what my future would be?
On the walls of dark uncertainty.
These dreams, in love we once shared
Are the dreams you shattered.
Do you need more of me?
Because I’ve nothing more…I am empty.

Are you done now…?
on lashing the wrath of your revenge?
Did you see the scars
Or how much I bled.
Aren’t they enough,
Or do I need to take more?
These punishments I endure…
When will you be satiated?

Are you done now…?
on destroying the life out of me?
Will your thirst be quenched?
If in pain I kneel
down the depth of my being?
How much shame do I need to take?
For you to leave, my wounded pride?
But how, when I’ve nowhere to hide?


Baby, Are you done now?
if not yet…

Then how much more do I need to endure?
If you have taken everything.

How much more do you need?
When I have nothing more to give.

I am the one, you said
The one you love.
That’s why you should do these things.
Because I’m yours.

You won your game,
The game you mastered.

I was left hanging,
Broken and shattered.

For all the love we shared.
The dreams we made.
The memories we created.
And those great moments we had.
Parts of me are those things,
Part of what you made me.

For the last time my dear,
If you’re done now
I ask you to give me back
The broken pieces of me
Because I can’t be whole
If you are not done yet.

 Tapos Kana Ba...?

Tapos ka na ba…?
Sa pagdurog sa aking puso?
Pusong minsan ‘y nabulag mo
ng iyong mga pangako.
Pusong buo at bubot pa sa kamunduhan.
Pusong nagmahal ng wagas at walang linlang.
Pusong pinili mong sugatan.
At sa kalaunan ‘y iyong niyurakan.

Tapos ka na ba…?
na ako ay paluhain?
Pagtangis na lulan ay pait ng sanlibong talata.
Di bat sinabi mo, mga mata ko’y
Bintana ng aking nadarama?
Ngayon tumitig ka, at ang sakit ay
‘di mo makikita.
Ngunit ang luha ay ‘di na paaawat.
Sapagkat inari mo na ang ligaya sa bawat  patak.


Tapos ka na ba…?
Sa pagpinta sa aking mga pangarap,
Sa pader ng kawalang pag-asa?
Mga pangarap na kapwa natin binuo,
Sa tibay at liwanag ng pag-ibig.
Ano pa nga ba papangarapin ko?
Kung  lahat na ay winasak mo?

Tapos ka na ba…?
Sa pagdagok ng pait ng iyong paghihiganti?
Nakita mo man lang ba ang mga peklat,
O pagdurugo sa bawat sugat?
Hindi pa ba sapat?
O kinakailangan ko pang magdusa?
sa bangis ng iyong poot at galit…
Kailan maging tama na ang sapat?

Tapos ka na ba…?
Sa pagwasak sa aking pagkatao?
Ang iyong pagkauhaw sa paghihiganti
ay mapapawi ba ng aking pagkasadlak,
Gayung pagkato ko’y ibinaon mo na sa lusak?
Ilang kahihiyan paba ang sa akin ay iaatang?
Para sa kawalan ay makatangis man lang
ang sugatan kong pagkatao mula sa putikan.


Mahal, Tapos ka na ba…?
kung hindi pa…

Hanggang kalian ako magtitiis?
Kung lahat na ay nawala?

Hindi paba sapat ang lahat ng sakit?
Gayung wala na akong pwedeng ipagkait.

Ako ang itinadhana
Upang iyong mahalin.
Ako’y pag-aari mo, ayon sayo.
Karapatan ko ay itinatwa mo.

Muli ay ikaw ang nagwagi
Sa larong ikaw ang bihasa.

Ako ang talo, dahil hindi ko nilaro.
Gayun ma’y aking inari, parusa at pait.

Ang pag-ibig at ang ating pagmamahalan.
Mga pangarap na ating binuo.
Mga alaalang ating iningatan.
At mga sandaling pinagsaluhan.
Bahagi ng mga iyon ay ako.
Bahagi ng pagkatao ko.

Sa huling pagkakataon, mahal,
Kung sakaling tapos kana…
Maaari nawa’y iyong ibalik
mga bahagi ng pusong nawaglit.
Dahil mananatili akong di buo
Hangga’t bawat bahagi ay sakal mo.


Guilty


Guilty
02/03/05

glenmore bacarro

I always thought that love was just a dream.
An endless tale enchanted by myth.
Bewitched by charms and cursed by sins.
Strengthen by pains and polished by tears.

Sometimes it will make you sick.
You ignored the truth, believed the fools.
From where you trust but considered weak.
Fallen apart but never picked whole.

But sometimes dreams become real.
When I found love beyond ideal.
The love I’d felt when I’m with your side.
The love you dumped and left behind.

I’d never asked for much you cannot give.
Chances and hopes just quite enough.
Now hiding the pain and ignoring the tears.
When chances lost and hopes bluffed.

Thoughts can be deceiving senses may fail.
You turned my lonely nights to worst stormy days.
You condemned me without even a bail.
And you punished me beyond reasons fair.

I was dumped – lost in my own game.
You left me hanging and crying in vain.
I did everything for I know I was right.
To hurt you I never dare tried.

Maybe this is my own destiny.
I’m longing for the love that wasn’t for me.
Do I have to set this feelings free?
Or shall I fight for this vanishing victory?

Honey, if you think this is a waste of time.
Please let it be,
 If loving you really is a heinous crime.
Then I’m guilty.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Century Tree


Century Tree
060207
 glenmore bacarro

We have a cactus at our door.
And a man called it a century tree.
"That's not a tree I insist"
But the man grinned and left me.
I wonder why the man smiled and left.
Leaving me puzzled with the tree he named.
He walked just like a bum.
But he talked more like a prophet.
I looked at the tree on its tiny pot.
And wonder how old is it.
I remember then when grandma told me.
"That plant had been there since I was twenty"
Awe lifted me.
How a 60 year old tiny tree? (?)
Survived more years than me?
I wonder with my age of twenty.
Am I to live more than thee?

Century tree who suffered,
life's indifference.
You are contented,
On the tiny world
Where you lay.
Where sun burns you.
And rain denies you.
How in life you survived?
By eating your own flesh?
By drinking your own blood?

Your stings then protect you.
From my sinful hands of dirt.
Now maybe I know.
Why he called you a century tree.
For I may live and leave this world,
Still you sit on your tiny pot.
Living with sorrows and pains,
Witness for hellos and goodbyes.
For as long as the rain won't drown you.
For you water is death.
For as long as the sun won’t hide.
For you shade is drought.
For as long as your ugly mask don't break.
For you glory is to prick.
You will never bleed.

Friday, January 27, 2012

I Can't Cry


I Can’t Cry
112607
CAS 1st.flr.OLFU
glenmore bacarro


I can’t cry not because I don’t know how.
It’s just that I don’t know why.
Why cry if I know I shouldn’t be.
For I don’t have the right
To love
To get hurt
& to be loved

I can’t cry not because I don’t want to.
It’s just that it won’t fall.
For it had been frozen since.
And been denied before
Like dreams after awakening
Like life after dreaming
Like hopes after promising
Like promises after lying

I can’t cry not because I was not hurt.
It’s just that the tears kept inside.
For I can masked the pain with smile
Agony with laughter
Sadness with love
And for the warmth you felt.
Emptiness and coldness inside me
Seared; fueled; crept.

I can’t cry not because I can’t love.
It’s just that they don’t appreciate me.
For I loved selflessly
The way it should be.
And then to be left unloved.
Was never new to me!

I can’t cry not because it’s the right thing to do.
It’s just that reasons offer no more.
For they don’t know as they always do
That I have to break my heart
A million times
To master the pain –
Not to cry.
And to look just be fine.


Sunday, January 8, 2012

Coup de Grace


Coup de Grace
012209
glenmore bacarro

                                               Now I dare you to give
                                               Before a lover’s last bid.
                                               Strike now the final blow.
                                               Alas! I can let go.
                                               For if you are to prolong.
                                               This infinite sad song
                                               Then maybe I consider myself fool (Yes, I know, I am)
                                                For nursing this pain, I cannot lull.

                                                               I beg you to play, let me.
                                                               Whatever cards in your hands may be,
                                                               And I will wait for your tricky haze.
                                                               As I lay down my final ace!
                                                               Whatever pain it may bring,
                                                               I'm not even sure if I can bear.
                                                               But I know for sure it can give us peace.

                                               It’ll be hurt I know, but please be quick!
                                               I’ll kiss you last to cleanse your guilt.
                                               Just be candid and say it clear.
                                               For my heart may deny whatever I’ll hear.
                                               But do it still, eventhough I bleed.
                                               Coz with your final act I’ll be freed.
                                               Alas! I may lose everything I had.
                                               And I pray on my knees by the Gods.
                                               That somehow my heart will know its enough.
                                               And maybe…just maybe, will forget.
                                               That once I loved and get hurt. 



Saturday, January 7, 2012

God


God

source: [unknown] a forwarded message


it takes time to read this, but it is a VERY INTERESTING CONVERSATION...



An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the Problem Science has
with GOD, the ALMIGHTY.
He asked one of his New Christian Students to stand and . . .


Professor : You are a Christian, aren't you, son ?

Student : Yes, sir.

Professor: So, you Believe in GOD ?

Student : Absolutely, sir.

ProfessorIs GOD Good ?

Student : Sure.

Professor: Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL ?

Student : Yes.

Professor: My Brother died of Cancer even though he Prayed to GOD to Heal him.

Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill.

But GOD didn't. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?

(Student was silent )

Professor: You can't answer, can you ? Let's start again, Young Fella.

Is GOD Good?

Student : Yes.

Professor: Is Satan good ?

Student : No.

Professor: Where does Satan come from ?

Student : From . . . GOD . . .

Professor: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this World?

Student : Yes.

Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn't it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?

Student : Yes.

Professor: So who created evil ?

(Student did not answer)

Professor: Is there Sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness?

All these terrible things exist in the World, don't they?

Student : Yes, sir.

Professor: So, who Created them ?

(Student had no answer)

Professor: Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observe the World around you.

Tell me, son . . . Have you ever Seen GOD?

Student : No, sir.

Professor: Tell us if you have ever Heard your GOD?

Student : No , sir.

Professor: Have you ever Felt your GOD, Tasted your GOD, Smelt your GOD?

Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter?

Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.

Professor: Yet you still Believe in HIM?

Student : Yes.

Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol,

Science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?

Student : Nothing. I only have my Faith.

Professor: Yes,Faith. And that is the Problem Science has.

Student : Professor, is there such a thing as Heat?

Professor: Yes.

Student : And is there such a thing as Cold?

Professor: Yes.

Student : No, sir. There isn't.

(The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events )

Student : Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat, Mega Heat, White Heat,

a Little Heat or No Heat.

But we don't have anything called Cold.

We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is No Heat, but we can't go any further after that.

There is no such thing as Cold.

Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat.

We cannot Measure Cold.

Heat is Energy.

Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it.

(There was Pin-Drop Silence in the Lecture Theatre )

Student : What about Darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as Darkness?

Professor: Yes. What is Night if there isn't Darkness?

Student : You're wrong again, sir.

Darkness is the Absence of Something

You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light . . .

But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and its called Darkness, isn't it?

In reality, Darkness isn't.

If it is, were you would be able to make Darkness Darker, wouldn't you?

Professor: So what is the point you are making, Young Man ?

Student : Sir, my point is your Philosophical Premise is flawed.

Professor: Flawed ? Can you explain how?

Student : Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality.

You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a Good GOD and a Bad GOD.

You are viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure.

Sir, Science can't even explain a Thought.

It uses Electricity and Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.

To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that

Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing.

Death is Not the Opposite of Life: just the Absence of it.

Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your Students that they evolved from a Monkey?

Professor: If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes, of course, I do.

Student : Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir?

(The Professor shook his head with a Smile, beginning to realize where the Argument was going )

Student : Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and

Cannot even prove that this Process is an On-Going Endeavor,

Are you not teaching your Opinion, sir?

Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher?

(The Class was in Uproar )

Student : Is there anyone in the Class who has ever seen the Professor's Brain?

(The Class broke out into Laughter )

Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's Brain, Felt it, touched or Smelt it? . . .

No one appears to have done so.

So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol,

Science says that You have No Brain, sir.

With all due respect, sir, how do we then Trust your Lectures, sir?

(The Room was Silent. The Professor stared at the Student, his face unfathomable)

Professor: I guess you'll have to take them on Faith, son.

Student : That is it sir . . . Exactly !

The Link between Man & GOD is FAITH.

That is all that Keeps Things Alive and Moving.


NB:

I believe you have enjoyed the Conversation . . . and if so . . .

You'll probably want your Friends / Colleagues to enjoy the same . . . won't you?

Forward them to Increase their Knowledge . . . or FAITH.

*That student was Einstein


*blogger's note: 
this piece was forwarded to me, and i have no proof whether the story is real or if it is in fact Einstein story. 



Friday, January 6, 2012

Once Again, I saw him "I Never Lied" he said.


Once again, i saw him. "I Never Lied"  he said.
by Carlvon Aquino (blogger's bestfriend)


One thing, I learned is that TRUST weighs way heavier than love and respect together.

Waking by the mornings filled with the world’s“WHAT IF’S” and “IF ONLY’S” is worse than not having waken at all. Sometimes the universe do not permit us to live as how we want to, not because it simply says “no”, but because not everything in it is worth trying for, because if we do, this may either hurt us or make us just dejectedly a failure.

Sometimes, it is better to keep out from the opposite’s snares and temptations because, simply, we are better off alone or maybe because we have this simple happy heart that would long to smile just as exactly what it requires.

Most of relationships fail because they are being founded with merely just the thought of trying it.“Would it work out?”...“Would it last long?”  Essentially, everybody should know, that if we happen to meet a partner and find ourselves asking the same questions, we probably have also found ourselves inside the most dangerous peril of failing.

Not only that! We probably have also found ourselves lost and more confused. But wait! There’s more.We probably have found ourselves asking the universe’s most controversial questions---
“WHAT IF?”
“ IF ONLY...”
That is because we never thought of learning to trust ourselves with it, learn to entrust ourselves to our partners and learn to trust our partners for the relationship.
“WHAT IF I WAS JUST THAT SWEETER?” ...“IF ONLY, I REPLIED TO HIS TEXT MESSAGES…”
“WHAT IF I NEVER DROPPED HIS CALLS?” ...“IF ONLY I ANSWERED HIS CALLS AT NIGHT EVEN WHEN I DIDN’T FEEL LIKE ANSWERING IT…”
“WHAT IF I SAID YES! WHEN HE WAS ASKING TO JOIN ME ON A BARKADA TRIP?”...“IF ONLY I WAS NOT THAT RUDE AND STRICT,…”
“WHAT IF I NEVER MET HIM?”..."IF ONLY… I NEVER HAD SEX WITH HIM OR HER…”

See??? See how it works? We bargain ourselves in exchange for those unlived moments which we should have done. Even to the singlest and smallest detail for us to exchange ourselves into, we desperately succumb to deal for the bargain JUST NOT TO FEEL THE IMPACT OF THE SEPARATION. Just not to feel the pain. Well, I should say, THAT is not as easy as wanting to listen to “MARIPOSA TRAICIONERA” sounding from his blackberry.
“WHAT IF I JUST TRUSTED HIM ON WHAT HE SAID?”
“WHAT IF HE WAS REALLY FAITHFUL?”
“WHAT IF WAS’NT REALLY LYING ALL THIS TIME?”
“WHAT IF I WAS WRONG WHEN I TOLD HIM HE ALWAYS IS A LIAR?”
“IF ONLY I JUST LISTENDED…”
“IF ONLY I WAS JUST THAT FIRM…”

--------
This is an article or a note from one who’s heart is dying.I rarely talk to him.But one time, I saw him singing one of his favorites on a videoke bar. I barely recall it but I think Its called “HERE WITHOUT YOU?” I stopped what I was doing and just stared at him.

His voice was a crack. His singing sucked, but there was something in him that made me stare longer. There was something in his voice that made me understand why he was singing his song again.With the song’s piercing lyrics, resonated his voice that was full of longing and desperation.

I asked him how he does that. But he answered me with his sharp brown eyes that produced the moist I can never forget---the moist that echoed the beats of agonizing heart.

I asked him, “Do you miss somebody?”

He looked down and felt silent for a second as he reached his hand to his pocket and pulled out a folded paper with encryptures in it. He cried even harder.

I could feel the pain flowing with the tears his two stressed eyes brought out.The wet tears glistened as if they were feasting and shouting sound of joy after having sharp-stabbed the man’s heart and left it still caged inside his thorax bleeding and with no air.

He handed me the thing, now, moistened with his bitter tears and troubled with the shaking of his hand.

“What is this?” I asked in a soft comforting but probing husk.

He just stared at me straight like shooting me with his two irises that totally pierced me in my own two eyes like a dart board.

Suddenly, he whispered shakingly, “ I never lied to that somebody!”

Perplexed, confounded and stymied I managed my composure as he leaped and ran towards the darkness until I can not barely see his silhouette.And there I was. Puzzled and silenced with a note in my hands like having given the most classified secrets of the world.

It took me not an hour when I already found myself bursting in tears gazing and reading what the man gave me. It took me days to digest what it said.

Now, what appeared to me was a very clear explication of what he wrote. It took me more than strength and confidence to grasp it and tell to myself what it liked me to process.
“UNDERSTAND YOURSELF BOY!”
 Alas, I breathed an air of relief. A pipe of hope.That man was an icon.
Intelligently, he changed himself through learning the most essential savor of relationships. Sadly, he only learned this after having failed to the spiking truth that regrets are done and enjoyed last.

I rushed to search the man because I wanted to listen to his stories. But he was nowhere to be found.In exhaustion from my rushing, I rested a seat on a boat’s pedestal facing the tired sun setting on rather tranquil sea. Now, I believe, that I met the man, who, in how many years of black and white lies, have learned the concept of entrusting himself.Only that, maybe, in the wrong person who’s intention was never to treasure his once-in-a-lifetime-self-discovery. He learned that.Yes! He really did. Maybe, he was from a very sad and unfortunate experience where he probed not to trust anybody.

I believe he did not lie to his somebody!I should know that! It was clearly encrypted and sculpted in his solemn but tired sad tears.
“HE NEVER LIED!”

I blurted to myself “AND IT WAS, FOR HIM, A VERY GREAT ACHIEVEMENT!”

It was like him, saying, it took him a day to fall for someone but it might take him forever to diffuse and forget.I wonder when and where would I be given a split second to see him once more and listen to his stories.I know, he will never stop loving… and he will never stop learning. I just wonder really, when and where again, when I have already found myself. #s21

Tears



Tears

There was a blind girl who hated herself for being blind. 

She hated everyone around her except her loving boyfriend.


One day, the girl said that if she could just see the world, she will marry her boyfriend.


'Till one day someone donated eyes to her and then she saw the world as what she wished for.

She's so happy when she saw everything she dreamed for long, including her boyfriend who said..


"Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?"


The girl was shocked when she found out that her boyfriend is also blind. She refused to marry him.



Her boyfriend walk away slowly with tears and said in a loving voice.


"Just take care of my eyes."


Monday, January 2, 2012

Scratches


Scratches


While dad was polishing his new car, his 4 year old son picked up a stone and scratched one on the side of the car. in his fits of anger, dad took the child's hand and hit it many times...
[he] didn't realized that he hit his son's hand with a wrench.

At the Hospital, his son asked, 
"Dad, when will my fingers grow back?"

Dad was so hurt,in guilt, he went back to the the car and kicked it[the car] a lot of times.

Exhausted. 
He sit back and looked at the scratches his son made...




it read...
"I Love You Dad"






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