Monday, January 28, 2008

moving

Yes. You are right. The title of this post says it all. Within the next few weeks we are moving to our new home - rather, host. :) Thanks to our friend, JM, who willingly endowed us with a portion of his humongous web space.

This isn't only about my plan to move to a new web host. I've been, again, on an unprecedented hiatus. I was appointed head of the Multimedia and Designs Committee of the NÜV (an interschool dance and band competition) - one of the activities for our 45th Foundation Day Celebrations. This was enough to deprive me of my free time that I use for blogging. The whole committee and I were busy with pictorials, VTR's and AVP production (below is the official 30-sec AVP promoting the event). I've been in the move lately - literally. The tasks to fulfill are enough to blow-off one's head. Good thing I'm with a team. This collaboration amazes me.

Application. This idea is the one preoccupying my mind as of the moment. January is a significant event for everyone under the initial formation in our congregation. On the 31st of this month - Feast of our Founder, St. John Bosco - we are to submit the letter which would concretely express how we want to go on with our lives. To apply or not, that is the question.

Movements entail change. In my mind, now, runs,  in rapid succession, a series of images - thumbnails of my experiences twined with nuggets of joy, sorrow, confusion, anxiety - sealed with love, understanding, faith, wisdom, happiness and strength. These images I fondly keep - treasure, and review - dwell on - from time to time to seek consolation, to see my self and be in-tune with my inner me.

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Moving
To move on I must look back.
To look within, I must.
To quell anger's wrath,
To quench my drought...
To set afire love's amber,
To grab a glimpse of Thine Light
Thine Goodness -
Thine Wisdom -
Thine Strength -
Within me.
I must look within. To move on.

 

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Tuesday, July 24, 2007

unfathomable noise

still, undaunted,
mute, unspoken,
felt, unheard -
immersed in a moment's
wait

waiting, listening...
shouldhavedonewhatIdidn'tOhwhathaveIdone?
gone,

panting gasping gulping air streams,
heart's beating and beating and beating and
gulp,
sigh...

cold smears finally escaped
from pores, eventually perspired.
agony, ebbed.

body throbs.

GUILTY.

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Wednesday, July 11, 2007

flow

And so it began,
to move beyond your face unend
-ing, wimpling the draught
that brought sad thoughts of
loneliness, of hate - oh, that date.

and so it began to move beyond your hands' reach
-ing, seeping through that hardened, encased
heart that never, never met pain.

and so it began to move beyond you
-rself. apart from the shelf that
stealth yourself - at last you felt!
as it melt upon the silt and filth -
upon that bitter
feeling - soaking your desk -
quelling the wails and hails
from with
-in, and so
it began
as if
won't
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Wednesday, July 4, 2007

gray, blue, black and white

seedling planted
among the gray tinted
floor cemented.

sprouted, bloomed
reaching that sky blued -
hopeful and joy-filled.

saddened, dismayed,
hurt, optimism blackened
living as if dead. +

seedling planted
among the gray tinted
floor cemented -
some height reached
upon the blue vastness
feeling quenched -
still battered, ailed,
lined with sadness,
now,
a tree,
stood.

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Monday, July 2, 2007

What I Want To Write About... (in poetry)

Love's been the talk of the town
Peace, I leave to those in war
Happiness, to the one whose life's been great
Success for him who's been victorious and brave.

Hate's been love's unloved
Turmoil, I beg not to jot
Sorrow, to someone's lone and frail
Defeat for him whose life's been just there.

Nothing seems to be my pen,
Something's that which I wish to pen,

Pausing salvaged me from my pain...
To write something from nothing -
    that which I ought to do in writing.

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