My days of the week

Monday,
I’m melancholic and sad
all I have are work, work, work
But though, I’m here
I know still, in day’s time
I’ll see you again.

Tuesday,
How I hope I could bump unto you
How I hope to catch a glimpse
of your wandering soul
but still, I know I expect much
from someone who disappears
so easily.

Wednesday,
My prayers are heeded,
I saw you once more.
Once, twice, no matter how many times.
I could just stare if not only
for my vanity and pride

Thursday,
yesterday’s happiness
seemed to overflow,
my desire is nothing more
but a speck of dust.
Though it is so,
it’s fine, I could still
offer you a smile
over hallway encounters.

Friday,
Again, it’s a day of completeness
I look at you, you look at me
then you nod and look down
down to your goal
down with your murmurs
and complicated terms.

Saturday,
I began to doubt
my own existence,
maybe I’m a ghost
maybe it wasn’t meant to be
yet maybe, you don’t
really know what I really feel

At last, it’s Sunday.
Another day, another week.
tomorrow would be another day
would you ever see me
in the light the way that I could?

-August 14, 2008

Bugs on the windshield

Damn those heavy traffics
every time the rush hour struck.
Every bus stops with people,
every train station jam packed.
I really hated those times.

Then the unfortunate thing
would be heavy rains.
rains, flooding streets and alleys
people running for shelter,
the brightly colored umbrellas
and thus the heavy traffic
begins to get worse.

Car skids leading to
unwanted accidents
pedestrians turning to morgues
everything is in perfect chaos,
horns honking, windshields flopping
and sometimes, lights like
Christmas nights.

Turned on the radio
while drowsily honking the horn,
that’s when I remembered
I haven’t turned the windshield on.

My old car, is ancient
I could readily tell
as the windshield turned on
along came, sliding by
the citizens of the underground.

You could readily tell
the car wasn’t often used
or was it that
it never really rained, till now
and one could readily assume
Why,
one could easily hate,
the rush hour traffic
and its accompanying rain.


-August 14, ‘08

Untitled

I have never felt this cold before.
Maybe it’s the wind that
accompanies it.
Maybe, its just that
The night is falling.
Or just the rain.

I walked.
With my black umbrella atop.
Shielding me from the cold drops
Sheltering me from the rain.

Yet it cannot shield
the water seeping through.
My feet were wet, and cold
Making my heart yearn,
wishing to run free
in the rain.


-23aug08

Untitled

I’ve signed up a contract
I didn’t know what it was
I thought it was something to do
And now I regret that I did.

A lawyer barged in through
took the black briefcase
and pulled out the cursed contract
which I had unconsciously signed.

I wasn’t unconscious
yet I wasn’t aware
I did signed it
Yet I didn’t know why

I felt like I was forced
I really wasn’t
I felt like I was bound
bound into chains
made by the contract.

Now, I know its content
I’ve learned by mistake
I can’t say I’m glad
I can’t even say I’m mad
I don’t know what to feel
For that stupid contract
I unwittingly signed.


-August 14, ‘08