huling patak ng luha – dos no metro dos

heaven, a last rain droplet shed

streaked through lilac and saffron sky

behind, a clouds’ bridge in iris' colored palette

heavier, nearer the plunge of liquid fire

a shaft of lightning thunder-crashed on bedrock skin

clinks of splashing, a tinkling of shattering crystal glass

an upshoot showering of flowering sparks

in a new horizon unaffixed stars are made

a gentle breeze’s blow for the glow to billow

the start of the dance of a thousand fireflies

for the rainbow in cairo, thanks for pointing to me the rainbow

for ari because you have a rainbow behind you

and another in your pocket; for your lullabye

for mutya the rainbow muse in my heart thanks for

handing me one end of a rose and lavender rainbow

for dianne my sunshine rainbow, my eternal sunshine

for you, standing at the other end of my iris colored bridge

for you and all the named angels, and for the angel to whom God did not give a name

16^th of January of the year 2007

insomnia: cured by a pill

a person truly loves you when he sees the pain in your eyes and inside your heart
when everybody else still believes the smile on your face -one forwarded sms

sometimes, hurt gets buried deep. sometimes, it just floats near the surface.
ignored but not forgotten. it has an uncanny ability of stepping into the light
when one wants to go to sleep. and that is when all the buried past come out.

night brings back the painful memories. memories dulled with a nod and a smile.
when does reality end and fantasy begin? for that matter, which of them do i live now?

i'm back and i'm awake
there is no more pain in me
it's now already tomorrow
where will i be in the morrow?
today i walk away from sorrow