Friday, July 27, 2007

My Haikus

a meek fur in cave
its echoes, catching z's all around,
then, a petal moves

orange leaves
fell from a tree
caressing my palms...

a fiery ball
between two bulky hills
targets paleness of cheeks

a color holding on to a petal
the invisible strands blew hard
lost...

green spines
from still dense branches
housing fur inside

small bean
thrown on soil--
a tree...

raise, O, broken saucer
strands of wind slap your rays
all are hiding

heart shaped frames
on trees they hover
humming silence

brown hands
humming along by its body curves--
it sang

sword thrust green frames,
worms bodies are nourished
in dark, back to stillness

white snow sheet
covers the compact soil
deep down, shaking bodies

shivering bones
alone under resting twigs
shadows from heavenly craters

eyelashes worshipped the glare
reflected the color of the leaves
as droplets of ice fall

with the strands of branches
rattle with the twigs
forming graceful steps

as a catterpillar in a cocoon
clothed with anticipation
it's opening, a blast of colors

rays penetrate
sweat drifts the erected popsicles
over the field

ground yields smoke
drops rolled
under leaf, a frog shivers

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Cartography

People are blindfolded cartographers of life.

Suffer

All my life, I've learned to suffer in silence...

Source: Witch of Portobello by Paolo Coelho

Reflection:
Let me say it, "All my life, I've learned to suffer in silence" . This has been the only way I knew best to keep friendships, relationships and acquaintances. Every time I am at rage, I keep it deep down my recesses of emotional seas... It created typhoons within, huriccanes of mixed emotions. It lambasted the serenity of my undisturbed waters. Although this turbulence shakes my identity, virtues rose from the blue waters of my melancholy. After the adversities I was beset, calmness settles in--the sun is once again visible, animals in hibernation went out their hide-outs, celebrating the beauty of nature's placidity. At the end of the day, I am still seeing my friends' delightful countenance, they still call me by name and I kept my bonds of my personal lines of events.

Defiance

Keeping one's virginity is a rightful defiance.

Sunday, July 1, 2007

To Look For

"We might find something that we weren't looking for which might be just we were looking for, really..."

Source: Tao of Pooh by Benjamin Hoff