Yesterday… I saw you
On an afternoon before the night came
among the crowd
at the edge of the road
You were sitting alone
I saw a rush in your face
Your eyes looking at something
Perhaps you were waiting for something
Yesterday… I passed in front of you
Surprised and excited to see you again
Then the mouth of mine
called your name right away
and waited for your eyes to find me…
However… nor did your eyes find me at all
Your ears heard none of my call either
You kept standing there
Turning your back
Looking at something else
Thus, I had to get away too
and trying to move on from the moment
Yesterday was just a yesterday
It could not reverse to the present day
Yesterday was just a yesterday
But now I do believe
That tomorrow will be better…
My love is like a ginger tea
Though I have taken the ginger out
Its taste remains
and I felt so hard to spill it out
Though I could
Because it is not the will of the tea to be mixed with ginger
Thus, even though I do no like it
I have to sip it till the last drop.
What do you see during the concert of pop music at heart of the city?
Is it the setting of the stage where the blinking lights are all around?
Is it the unstoppable speech of the host?
The native and foreign singers who sing with their beautiful voices?
The dancers who shake themselves in an amazing style?
Or, the crowds who surface like ants?
As for me. I am not only looking at these things.
Eyes of mine supposed to only look straightforward, yet they draw me to see a five-year-old boy holding a bunch of five balloons and selling them around.
Then, a father holding her little daughter buys a pink balloon from the five-year-old boy who sold the balloon. The father gives the balloon to her daughter. The little girl laughs out excitedly.
After that, a woman came along and took the little girl from her father. She kissed her daughter with laughter.
The three of them stand right in front of me holding the pink balloon they just bought and watching the concert of pop music at the heart of the city.
Now, I am the one who cannot see that concert of pop music at the heart of the city.
Largo Lecidere, Dili, Timor-leste, August 29, 2017
Look up to the sky
That sky of tonight is gloomy
No stars… no moon
Only darkness wraps the heart
That trembles of longing for you so much
Do you also feel it?
The seat beside me is empty
As it waits for your shadow to fill in
Together, we would face the coldness of the night’s wind
We would be talking again
About all those unfinished feelings
We would be witnessing again
How the tremor of this longing had shaken us
We would be unifying the tremble of our hearts
Into a most solid and tightest embrace
We would be sharing the magnificence together for tonight
In a sweetest kiss ever
You and me, together we would be wrapping our souls with this warmth
You and me, together we would be looking up to this night’s gloomy sky
How can all this happen if you do not come along?
The sky of tonight is gloomy
So does my heart.
VZ, Lospalos, January 3rd, 2017.
My heart still shakes
When my mouth says your name
When my ears hear your name
When my head reminds me of your name.
On each letter of your name
My pulse beats its rhythm.
Your face painted in my memory
and has not yet lost its colors.
the beautiful memories of you still welded in this mind.
Although time has taken you from my side.
Why do I still feel your steps approach me?
Why do I still feel your touch in my body?
Why do I still see the brown colors of your eyes?
This sleepiness still display your movie in my dreams
Yet I cannot seek for you anymore
Cause the wind of the night had taken you away from me.
Oh.,.. my darling.
I still cannot forget you
Because the heart of mine still beats for you
Whenever I mention your name.
VZ, Dili, 2nd December 2016
Why does this heart feel so empty?
Despite all the beautiful things it has for companions?
Among all the conversation, laughter and friendship
Still, there is only emptiness remains.
Within the loudness,
I feel everything becomes mute.
Within the muteness,
I hear the loudness yells.
A smile crafted in my face,
Yet the tears and grief fully seal my heart.
Oh, the Conqueror of my heart…
What have you done to me?
Till it becomes hard for me to turn back?
At wherever I am,
To wherever I go,
Only your shadow remains there
With an open arms waiting for me
To enfold me with the hugs.
Oh, the dear of my heart …
When could the miracle open its eyes to us?
Because my heart is becoming withered
By holding on this expectation.
VZ, Dili, December 18th, 2014
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