I am a stranger
at my own home
for the people I reside with
though their faces are familiar
I do not know
who they are
The people in this house
distant from one to the other
their fingers touch and
worlds collide
What has happened to
joy and innocence
to which none has stayed
Is this age olden?
For what reason does time seek
to destroy these weak threads?
This is not a home
but a house
waiting to crumble on its own.
Sa tinagal ng panahon
ika’y aking hinintay
ngayon lamang aking nabatid
ang tunay na lungkot
ukol sa takbo ng lahat.
At habang nakikiramay
ang buwan sa aking pagdadalamhati
aking ninanais na sana’y
huwag na dumating pa ang umaga.
O kay tagal kitang hinintay
at saan ka nga ba naparoroon?
Sa haplos ng hangin na lamang
nadarama ang huling hagkan mo
noong tayo’y magkapiling pa.
Sa tanikala ng lumbay
wala nang pag-asa natitira pa
na ika’y muling babalik.
Kumakaripas ang mga luha at
habang ako’y napupulupot
sa pangungulilang ito
ang buong katauhan ko’y
lalamunin ng kawalan.
Masdan mo, masdan mo
ang ginawa mo sa akin
bakat sa aking mukha
ang sakit ng paghihintay.
Titigan mo ang
aking mga matang ngawit
sa kakaabang sa iyong
di makatotohanang pagdating.
Maging saksi ka
sa ginawa mo sa akin.
At heto na nga
nilunod mo ako
sa lumbay, kawalan at pag-iisa.
Bakit? Bakit?
Bakit mo nagawa ito?
Bakit sa ganitong pagkakataon pa?
Ika’y aking matiyagang hinitay
at sana’y di mo hinayaan ang pagkakataon.
Ngayon
ako ay lilisan na at
hahanapin ang tunay na kaligayahan
na di mo naibigay sa akin.
Paalam.
Why do you always show up to me
in my phone’s clock?
What wonders are you to bring?
You have already brought upon me
a bounding memory, a sad death
which my heart can never be restored of.
To what reason is your sudden appearance?
To what importance do you present yourself
every moment I lay my eyes on you?
I am afraid for do you show yourself
to warn me of an impending death once again?
I am truly afraid, what else is there
that awaits me in your sudden appearance?
I keep on looking at these signs,
what else could you mean?
Months? Days? Weeks? Years?
A group? People?
This is driving me insane.
And yet now you slowly fade away
from all this. What games are you playing?
Are you to return?
You’ve never dealt me any good but if
you are to return, tell me
its really something worth writing.
I can’t keep staying up due to my petty worries.
Two minutes before a quarter,
my mind is simply crazed at the sight of you.
What's In My Mind... 