Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Poetic Nonsense

It was pouring hard the night I hailed the cab to take me to the bus stop and there's this song playing over the radio. It must be a newly released song because it was the first time I have heard it or maybe I haven't been listening to radios anymore since my retirement as a radio disc jockey. I used to have a weird way of relating an event in my life to a song. In my mind, my life's moments are theatrical scenes that deserved to have a musical score to make it even more dramatic. I have stopped doing that for a while now, but it does have a way of coming back to me at the most opportune time. I say it is weird because nobody does that really and it is just overly dramatic that one who doesn't really understand my eccentricities and knack for drama would think I am just a sore loser, a bitter sad loser or simply pathetic.


So the DJ said it was "Di Lang Ikaw" by Juris an Original Pilipino Music (OPM), a mellow dramatic ballad about losing that passion in love and breaking up just seems inevitable. The DJ went on explaining the song. A lover's stand when at a point of no return. I have heard every word in the lyrics but I wasn't thinking of someone as I listened. There I was sitting at the back seat of the cab, drenched from the rain with my backpack supporting me from falling all over the sadness that was brought about by the song, I felt a lump on my throat. It's that familiar feeling again that brought me back to my September mourns.


It hit me that I seem to find myself at a crossroad at every turn and it can be tiring. These Poetic Nouns are like my lovers. They have shaped up the way I think and feel, and how I react to certain happenings and turning points in my life. I have created a love affair with these three and so every time I falter and fail I succumb to all sorts of emotions and thoughts. The hurt is a thousand deaths every time. Maybe I am just being too schmaltzy but at that moment I felt the mush running through my veins and I simply cannot apologize every time that happens. So I surrendered to that moment.


When I find it difficult to reconcile my aspirations and my frustrations I tend to romanticize these poetic nouns that have made me fall in, fall out, and fall all over again; aspiration, hope and dream in order to breathe life to them. Through the years I have already created images for these ideals, making them come alive when an eventful drama unfolds almost too frequently. Thus making the real surreal or the surreal real, and of course adding the musical score makes up for the almost perfect excuse to be sentimental.


I really should stop romanticizing my hopes, dreams and aspirations, but for now, please pardon the mush.


Of lost hopes, shattered dreams and broken aspirations, "bulong ng isip huwag kang pakawalan, ngunit puso ko ay kailangan kang iwan..."


Pansin mo ba ang pagbabago?

Di matitigan ang iyong mga mata

Tila di na nananabik

Sa iyong yakap at halik

Sana'y malaman mo

Hindi sinasadya
Kung ang nais ko ay maging Malaya



Di lang ikaw

Di lang ikaw ang nahihirapan

Damdamin ko rin ay naguguluhan

Di lang ikaw

Di lang ikaw ang nababahala

Bulong ng isip wag kang pakawalan

Ngunit puso ko ay kailangan kang iwan



Pansin mo ba ang nararamdaman

Di na tayo magkaintindihan

Tila hindi na maibabalik

Tamis ng yakap at halik

Maaring tama ka lumalamig ang pagsinta
Sana'y malaman mong di ko sinasadya



Di lang ikaw

Di lang ikaw ang nahihirapan

Damdamin ko rin ay naguguluhan

Di lang ikaw

Di lang ikaw ang nababahala

Bulong ng isip wag kang pakawalan
Ngunit puso ko ay kailangan kang iwan



Di hahayaang habang buhay kang saktan

Di sasayangin ang iyong panahon

Ikaw ay magiging Masaya

Sa yakap at sa piling ng iba pa



"DI LANG IKAW", Juris

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Neverwhere...

I dared to dream that I am more than the sum of my current circumstances and yet I seem to have the ingenious ability to blow it profoundly time and time again.

I am losing the will to make a change, I am losing the passion to reach for the vast horizon, I am numb. I am broken, yet again.

Where do I go from here?