ain’t really deep thoughts

Obviously, I was inspired to write this poem after watching the film with the same title. I was heady. soaring with all the love and tenderness I absorbed after watching it. This is my all time favorite romance flick. so simple. so true.

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BEFORE SUNSET

Come, my dearest one
Let me take you by the hand
For a trip to a familiar land
Hurry my love, while up is still the sun

Follow the cadence of my strides
I promise this won’t be a bumpy ride
For from youth’s recklessness I learned
To ashes have gone that easily burned

Come, our footprints we will retrace
Through the sweet, bitter memory lanes
Recapture those blissful days
And bury past hurts and pains

Before the sky cloaks itself to slumber
Let me behold the loveliest face
That shimmers under the sun’s soft rays
Whose soul I shall always remember

this is my personal reality.

exhausting 8 hours every day in the urban jungle of concrete and steel thronged by hopeful and cynical souls alike to earn a decent living.

this is my personal fantasy.

to spend the rest of my days when i am filthy rich enough in my little castle in the sugarcane kingdom.

5 years. the figure seems short, but it surely was a hell of struggles to become fulfilled and self sufficient. i’ve had several sips of glories. but i also have gulps of disappointments, frustrations and miseries. i can’t help to be emotionally tragic, even if i am an optimist at heart. it’s just that i fancy life’s dramas that i tend to be melodramatic and hysterical at times. but this malady rarely occurs, though.

5 years. people dear to me have come and gone. but there were some who stayed. perhaps, they found my shore too comforting that they decided to linger a little longer. i just assume. but sooner or later they will inevitably go, too. or maybe, it’ll be I who will leave them on my shores. i don’t know… what emobides life are uncertainties and surprises after all.

5 years. i felt old after seeing friends and loved ones getting married, bearing children of their own and managing their own business. but odd, because not a single thread of youth seem not to have snapped from our fabrics. we are like our old childish selves when we would gather to catch up and have fun. We still laugh the same laughters when we were innocent and naive then.

5 years after college…

10 years after high school…

those were pretty good years.

NOW. it’s a pretty good life. GOD untiringly pours down HIS blessings to me.

indeed, LIFE is sweet.