Matapos ang isang buwan na pagkawala, narito muli ako. Susulat at susulat pa rin. At sa isang pambihirang pagkakataon, habang nakasakay sa dyip papuntang eskwela, nabuo sa pamamagitan ng pagtatayp sa cellphone, ang kauna-unhan kong tula mula noong ako'y Grade 6. Hindi ko na makita ang kopya ko ng nasabing tula ngunit naaalala ko na para iyon sa mga magulang ko.
At ngayon, ang tulang nabuo ko ay alay sa isang tao na minahal ko ng sobra... at totoo.. ngunit nauwi na naman sa pagkabigo. Sa panahon na punung-puno ako ng sugat ng katarantaduhan at kagaguhan, siya ang naging sandalan ko. Pero wala na siya ngayon. Wala na. At mabasa man niya ito o hindi, narito ang aking tula na alay sa kanya na pinamagatan kong: "Four and Three - Isang Tula ni J.D. Lim". Tara, basahin niyo na ito..
No other four letter word in my life
had become synonymous
with the same four letter word
that made billions fall for each other.
It seems so perfect
that no one could ever take it away from me.
But I was wrong.
Someone took it away.
Yet, still.
Everytime I hear that four letter word
it seems to call me;
come.
tara.
love.
And now everytime that three letter word
that gives color to love
and the heart...
I can't help but clench my fists
and gnaw my teeth in anger.
The three letter word
that is is synonyous with courage
and ardent love for country
now means;
betrayal.
treachery.
treason.
kataksilan.
But what can I do?
Nothing.
The four letter word
is now completely beholden
by that three letter word.
And it hurts a lot.
But I can do nothing.
Nothing.
I can't even try to forget.
For everytime someone would say this:
'tara, magmove on na tayo..'
It becomes even harder
and painful.
For she's a part of moving on..
November 26, 2008
7:35 AM
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