ReBirth

And so he wrote me a poem...again. But this time is to amend my request. Thank you.

birthday

by juan mathaga

pang ilang kandila mo na ba to?
pang ilang kanta na ng mga kaibigan mo?
ilan?
ilan na ba ang natira?


bilangin mo sa langit,
ang mga talang sumisilip,
sa bawat ulan at mundong tahimik,
ilan? ilan na ba ang natira?


suyuin mo ang maykapal,
magpasalamat at magdasal,
sa paulit ulit na dalangin,
ilan? ilan na ba ang natira?


hayaan mo na ang umaga,
lilipas din ang gabi,
ngunit sa araw na to,
araw mo to.


ilan luha pa ang iluluha?
Mga buhok na malalagas?
Timbang na dadagdag?
Kaibigang maghuhudas?


Mga sakunang marahas?
Ilan?
Ilan na lang ba ang natira?
Ilan na lang ba ang hinihiling mo? Ngayong birthday mo?


ilan?
ilan na lang ba ang natira?
sana mahaba pa..
para marami ka pang makwento...

 

published at 05/20/2013

This man is special to me. He emits darkness and sorrows in the words he write and I would admit that I am a sucker for sadness. It makes you feel human. It is humbling to know the reality of pain and that at some point we are blessed to be less lonely. I'm not making any sense right? Well, I just admire this man and I don't want him to forget his gift. I want him to remember the words that are just locked up in his mind. I want him to charge ahead with his life as I gaze a smile for him.

Here's the poem he wrote for me before in response to my "Unposted Obituary".

ReBirth   
by juan mathaga

From the moments of silence
I saw nothing but shadows
casted upon the nothingness in me.


From a far i have watched you
I have hide myself among the stars
and moon to watch you at night.


Fire blaze up in your rage,
and all i can say is I'm sorry,
from afar i have nothing.


I am cold as ice,
struggling for words to say,
hoping i could stay...


but not a moment early,
and not a moment too late..
i have read your unposted obituary.


The response is easy,
to write the words clearly..
i am slowly leaving.