‘Yokong Makita Ka

Maraming taon mong binalot ng takot ang puso ko,

Walang pahintulot, ay nanghimasok ka sa buhay ko,

Hindi ka man inanyayaha’y tumira ka sa bahay ko,

Palayasin ma’y nanatili  pa rin sa tahanan ko.

 

Anumang pag-iwas, ngunit hindi ako makalaya,

Sa pagkain, pagtulog, pati pagligo’y lumiligid ka,

Salot ka ng lipunan, lahi mo sana ay sumpain,

Gustong gusto kitang hambalusin, at saka pitpitin.

 

Nakalayo lang ako sa ‘yo nang ako’y mangibang bayan,

Kahit may kalungkutan, lisanin’ bayang sinilangan,

Isa ka sa ‘di ko hinahanap at ‘di ko na-mimiss,

Ayaw ko nang makita ka pa, pesteng yawang ipis!

 

(Dedicated to all the cockroaches I killed before.)

Creative Writing

It was 10 moons ago that I launched myself into the far-reaching space of blogosphere and it had been a wonderful journey so far. I have met people who are in different parts of the world, that I would never have the chance to meet except through the blogosphere. Again, my heartfelt thanks.

I don’t know what came upon me why all of a sudden I like to write (and blog). Perhaps the Muse of writing visited me while I was asleep one night and planted this inspiration bug in my brain.

Kiss of the Muse, 1859-60, by Paul Cezanne

Now I have all this crazy idea of things I should write about. Don’t be surprised if one of these days I will even write an ode to Periplaneta americana, or also known as the common cockroach. (Pati ipis imported pa sa Amerika!) And having my articles even published on a circulated national newspaper is beyond my childhood dreams.

During my school years, I was not fond of writing at all. I can spend a whole day drawing and doodling though, but not writing. I would be lying if I say that I like doing essays, book reports, term papers and thesis. I know I was not alone. And that’s why Recto is so popular among students who wanted to cut corners.

Which reminds me: if you invent a book report, is that considered creative writing?