Bus ride

Published May 28, 2017 by dapithapon


Salty tears roll down her cheeks.
She ain’t moving yet her lips are quivering.
She looked outside to watch the shadow
of her embattled lover fade into her memory.
Raindrops stained the bus windows and
blurred her vision.
But she could see the light from the lamp post
Repeatedly flickering like fireflies.

The voices and images in her head
cracked the melancholic silence.
A man whispered to her,
“It’s happening again.
We need a revolution.
I’m leaving. Don’t look for me.”

She held his rough, calloused hands.
Struggling to find the right words to say
She then heaved a deep bitter sigh and
Uttered these piercing words:
“If you leave, I’ll perish.”

As much as it invokes a chilling threat,
The man turned his back and shut the door.

She stared blankly at the flower carvings of the wooden door
while clutching a piece of bloodied paper closer to her heart.

Pasay City
26 May 2017



Published April 26, 2017 by dapithapon


Ganyan ang pag-ibig niya sa’yo,
parang sulô na may sindi.
Umaapoy, mainit, mausok.
Ngunit, pag naubos ang gaas,
mawawala ang ningas.
Mamatay nang walang babala.
Mag-iiwan ng kulay uling na bakas.



Such is his love for you, like a light up torch.
Burning, hot, smoky.
As soon as the fuel becomes empty,
the flame will disappear;
die without warning
leaving only traces of charcoal dust.

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