Thursday, February 24, 2011

sikyo

He sits in one of the chairs casually taking off his hat. With his right bare hand, he scoops a mouthful of rice and a bit of viand and puts it in his mouth. Thus begins the meal of a security guard at the fastfood store I’ve been frequenting lately.

The guard continues to eat his dinner oblivious of the occasional glance I throw at him. His hair is a little disheveled from the uniform hat he wears the entire day. He keeps scooping mouthfuls while his left arm rests idly on the table. After a few minutes he finishes off his dinner with a soda drink this time held in his left hand. He rises shortly from his seat having finished the single serving of meal he is entitled to for the day.

Leaving his hat lying upside down on the table, he goes to the kitchen or probably the comfort room to wash his hands. He then returns to the table, picks up his hat, puts it on and resumes his post by the door bidding an incoming customer good evening.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

amid the noise

amid the noise of people busy at their selfish affairs
the piped in music that sounded like samba
the smell of food on the tables of oblivious diners

i sat and wrote of how i feel
once more having the liberty of time
minutes ticking to the appointed hour
i wait and bide my time

noise notwithstanding
i hear only the murmur of my heart
faint, inaudible but clear
it does not speak plainly
for words cannot articulate what if feels

amid the noise, i am at peace

02.21.11

under the glaring neon lights i blink
disorienting feeling, at a loss
the silent voice in me
starting to awaken

life gets approximated
by the goings and comings of people

encapsulated from the harsh cold
ensconced in the warmth of your smile

lights went out
but the twinkle in your eyes remains

Monday, February 21, 2011

02.11.11

time drags by as i sit
and listen and think
of precious minutes lost

time runs against me
who wasted it before its due
time lost
forever gone.

02.04.11

there is no telling
if there will be any bearing
the doom impending
that signifies one's leaving

paper cut

paper cut happens accidentally
sudden, unexpected, painful
a harmless piece of crips paper
held at the wrong angle
carelessness resulting to a cut

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

mini life

Simulation of life
In a capsule

Viewed through
Magnifying glass