Thoughts in Loneliness

Thoughts in Loneliness

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

Alone with just the whisper of the wind that breaks the silence,

the moment of bliss keeps me afloat me on the ocean of happiness.

 

Mind void of frenzy, becomes filled with thoughts…overpowering

and just like in a forest, they all become jovial birds…singing, chirping.

 

Meandering thoughts bump each other in my once empty mind

And, though puzzling, got to contemplate on them one at a time:

 

On the world that seems to shatter…is there hope

for even at the last moment

whatever remains of its innards

be spared to weld its fragments

long-molested without diffidence?

 

On man’s greed, selfishness…will he still survive

despite never-ending quest for more

that stacks up hatred from disquieted

who hesitate to act for the sake of unity

but now feeling abused due to disparity?

 

On man’s blatant arrogance…to where does it lead

when his reason for being, he questions

thinking that a Force alone has made him

into what he is now, assuming all the while

that he’s wise, so to no one he’ll reconcile?

 

On the children’s gleeful prancing…will this go on

when the air they breathe, stained with death

fill their aching lungs, makes their head spin

and the river they wade in is grossly infected

but sadly, makes only a few sincerely worried?

 

On vast seas and forests…how long can they hold on

for the sake of the fishes and others on ocean floor

the birds that seek shelter in the lush, cool foliage

and many other creatures that call them their home

as dynamites and chainsaws spell their doom?

 

Alas! All I can do is shiver in anger and helplessness

With those thoughts in my abject state of loneliness!

Thoughts in Loneliness

Thoughts in Loneliness

By Apolinario Villalobos

Alone with just the whisper of the wind that breaks the silence,

the moment of bliss keeps me afloat me on the ocean of happiness.

Mind void of frenzy, becomes filled with thoughts…overpowering

And like in a forest, they all become jovial birds…singing, chirping.

Meandering thoughts bump each other in my once empty mind

And, puzzling, though, got to choose just one of them at a time:

-on a world that seems to shatter…is there hope?

that, even at the last moment

whatever remains of its innards

be spared to weld its fragments

long molested without diffidence?

-on man’s greed, selfishness…will he still survive?

despite never ending quest for more

that stacks up hatred from disquieted

who hesitate to act for the sake of unity

but now feeling abused due to disparity?

-on man’s blatant arrogance…to where does it lead?

when his reason for being, he questions

thinking that a force alone has made him

into what he is now, thinking all the while

with intelligence, to no one he’ll reconcile?

-on the children’s gleeful prancing…will this go on?

when the air they breathe, stained with death

fill their aching lungs, makes their head spin

and the river they wade in is grossly infected

but, sadly makes only a few sincerely worried?

-on oceans and forests…how long can they hold on?

for the sake of the fish and others on ocean floor

the birds seeking shelter on their lush, cool foliage

and many other creatures that call them their home

when dynamites and chainsaws spelled their doom?

Alas! All I can do is shiver in anger and helplessness

With those thoughts in my abject state of loneliness…

Tsaa

Tsaa

Ni: LOUIE JOHN M. SALDA

Habang akoy umiinon ng mainit na tsaa,
Akoy napaupo sa aming bakanteng sala.
Halimuyak ng mga magagandang bulaklak sa labas,
Dalay kasiyahang walang katumbas.

Sa aking pag-inom,
Ako’y may kakaibang napansin.
Ako’y may hinahanap na panlasang kaibig-ibig,
Sa kakaisip ko ay aking napagtanto,
Kulang ito sa kalamansing nasa harap ko.

Ang bawat patak ng kalamansi dala ay ligaya,
Sa bawat higop dala ay habag.
Oh anong tuwa ko habang ikay iniinom,
Dahil napawi ang pighati ng damdaming sawi.

Ako ang tsaa at ikaw ang kalamansi,
Kung ika’y wala ay walang kasing-pait.
Buhay ko’y sadyang nagpupumilit,
Na ikaw ang hanap kahit gaano kasakit.

Bakit ngaba ika’y inibig,
Na ako lamang ang may alam sa aking pag-ibig.
Tila sadyang mapagbiro itong si tadhana,
Dahil puso’t isip ikaw ay laging hanap hanap.

Alam kong ikaw ay may mahal at ibang gusto,
Bakit di mo na lng ako prangkahin ng diretso.
Wag ka ng mag-aksaya ng paanhon na hanapin ako,
Dahil alam kong di ako ang tasa ng tsaa mo.

Tanggap ko na siya ang iibigin mo,
Sana siya ay mamahalin at iingatan mo.
Di bale na lng akoy paiyakin mo,
Huwag lang tumulo ang luha nya ng dahil sayo.

Dito ko na lang idadaan sa aking tula,
Mga salitang di ko maibigkas.
Tawagin mang akong BITTER ng iba,
Ako ay di na aasa para huwag matawag na HOPIA.

Reminiscences

Reminiscences                                               

by Apolinario Villalobos

 

As I thought that I have nothing else to do

but enjoy what remains of my  life,

I can’t help but explore my mind

for precious memories of my youth

and days of endeavor filled with strife

as I make strides towards my destiny

that, I am just about to see.   

The laughter they bring bolsters my verve,

the seriousness of near-death incidents

making me wiser though late in coming –

lessons from the past that I truly deserve.

Unpolluted wind buoyed flapping wings

and wafted leaves that fall from twigs

blades of grass sway to its gentle blow –

are to me now… once a delightful show.

Rivers and streams that I swam with fishes,

trees that I climbed with audacity

and forested hills I explored with friends –

all gone now…as I move on towards eternity.

Thoughts in Loneliness

Thoughts in Loneliness

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

Alone with just the whisper of the wind that breaks the silence,

the moment of bliss seems to float me on the ocean of happiness.

Mind void of frenzy, becomes filled with thoughts…overpowering

And like in a forest, they all become jovial birds…singing, chirping.

Meandering thoughts bump each other in my once empty mind

And, puzzling though, got to choose just one of them at a time:

 

-on the world that seems to shatter…is there hope?

 that, even at the last moment

 whatever remains of its innards

 be spared to weld its fragments

 long molested without diffidence?

    

-on man’s greed, selfishness…will he still survive?

 despite never ending quest for more

 that stacks up hatred from disquieted

 who hesitate to act for the sake of unity

 but now feeling abused due to disparity?

 

-on man’s blatant arrogance…to where does it lead?

  when his reason for being, he questions

  thinking that a force alone has made him

  into what he is now, thinking all the while

  with intelligence, to no one he’ll reconcile?

 

-on the children’s gleeful prancing…will this go on?

  when the air they breathe, stained with death

  fill their aching lungs, makes their head spin

  and the river they wade in is grossly infected

  but, sadly makes only a few sincerely worried?

 

-on oceans and forests…how long can they hold on?

  for the sake of the fish and others on ocean floor

  the birds seeking shelter on their lush, cool foliage

  and many other creatures that call them their home

  when dynamites and chainsaws spelled their doom?

 

Alas! All I can do is shiver in anger and helplessness

With those thoughts in my abject state of loneliness…   

Solitude

Solitude

By   Apolinario    Villalobos

 

In    solitude      you    hear    your    mind

Choked       with    voices   –

Some      gruff,    some       nice

You    are   not   yourself

While    adrift    in   silence

That   seems    to    tear    you    apart.

Clouds    you    see

Even    with   closed    eyes

Wafting   in    the   gentle   breath

You    let    out    with    a   heavy    sigh.

In     solitude     you     see    yourself

With    an   aura    of   colors   –

Some     dense,     some   calm

You    are    not   yourself

While   shrouded     in     hues

Which     seem    to   melt   you   down.

The    breeze    you   feel

Though    with   fingers    numbed

Caressing     your    soul    that    quiver –

But    keep      from      breaking    apart.