And it started.

Welcome to my humble and hushed metropolis; the city where I am the king, the author and the life of the party. The world where I hide when in distressed, rejoice when glad and cry when in pain.

This historical fortress; a stronghold of wishes and dreams has witnessed my unending combat against the monsters in my closet and the ghosts under my bed. Has seen my struggles, my heartaches and even my endless wonders.

Discovering myself was the primary objective of building this realm. I wanted to experience the adventure of seeking words that together would interpret the language of my heart.

Call me 'emo' or whatever name that pleases you I don't care. I'm just glad I'm not like you, a trembling coward who's afraid to face his/her own feelings.


Friday, February 6, 2009

For Her.

Another year given and done
I've come through, safe one more time
The days are warmer than I thought
It burns a pathway through the haze
of a thousand bird filled mornings
that would never reach your eyes

I am sitting alone tonight darling
Alone in the cold old room
and the sound of the rain
as it falls on the pane
makes darker its gathering gloom

The rain too is falling
on your picture as if washing
the dust of years and memories
that only my heart carries

caress me in my dreams
if only to soothe my awakening
Hold me in your arms as if you were beside me
cup your hands on my cheeks
AND LOOK DEEP INTO MY EYES
SO YOU COULD SEE ONCE MORE

limitless and as pure as the cloudless sky
MY UNFATHOMABLE LOVE FOR YOU

I feel and see you in every tree and flower
in every drop of rain
maybe a soft breeze that wafts
gently touching my skin till I drift away

smoothe my hair with your hands
and wipe away my tears
tears of longing, regret and bereavement
I can't forget the long years
years of pain and life's crucible
but I'll always remember the minutes
minutes of tenderness and care
that soothed the agony of your absence

-Avelina Tividad

Yes, this letter was written by my Grandmother. She wrote this for her husband who now is spending his eternity in heaven. Now, I too, dedicate this to the one who used to be my lover; the 8th wonder of the world. Advance Happy Birthday.


2 meaningful voices:

lucas said...

"used to be"? in the past tense? hmmm...

napakabittersweet naman. but that is one lovely letter :)

Victor Gregor said...

how sweet. ang talented ni lola ha. hehe.