Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Poem (English)


The Traveler

By Bittersweet Soulseeker 




While I was in a forest, 

I saw you there standing straight 

You stared at me and gave a smile 

Saying, “My dear, just give it a try. 

I suppressed my tears and tried not to cry. 

Trying to pursue the dream I had, 

I walked again with open heart, 

And with open mind I listened to you 

Engraving the wise words I heard from you 

While learning the skills needed to pursue. 

Then we walked together, hand in hand 

Until we reached a river bank, 

There, you taught me to ford a river, 

To be determined and to be a positive thinker. 

And then I learnt I might go on, 

A river was not a hindrance towards my goal. 

I walked again, now on my own 

Towards the pillar of my goal, 

With the picturesque of the City of Success. 

And now the traveler is near the gate 

Holding firmly to her endless faith.                                                              



The Treasure Hunt

By Bittersweet Soulseeker



                           It is not a usual event to see a mob of cheering and yelling professionals gathered in a spacious coliseum. Every well-known professional from the field of politics, medicine, arts, sciences, and even education are assembled to witness the first ever “treasure hunt.” People are so excited to see what will happen. Out of excitement and enthusiasm, some of the spectators cannot help but stand on their bleachers, shouting words like, “go,go,go” and other cheering expressions.
                                In the centre of the coliseum is a maze. In the front door of the maze are six individuals standing nervously on the platform. On their left side is an Adonis-looking young gentleman holding a wireless microphone.
                                “Ladies and gentleman, “he breaks, “I am happy to welcome you all to our first ever treasure hunt. I am honoured to introduce to you our gutsy champions. Dear delegates, let us all welcome Ms. Doctor; Mr. Architect; Ms. Novelist; Mr. Chemist; Mr. World Leader; and Ms. Teacher.”
                                The crowd breaks a deafening applause. The six champions wish one another a good fate and a better luck. The young gentleman holds the microphone firmly and once again speaks,” Here is the mechanics of the hunt. Behind this door is a corridor heading to six different doors. Each player will have to choose their preferred door. Once they have entered their chosen door, they will have encountered various forms of obstacles that will challenge their social skills, physical strength, emotion as well as their intelligence. They have to surpass them and find the way out of the maze. At the end of the maze are their treasures.” He pauses for a while then signals,” Let us now begin.”
                                After hearing the signal, five of the players have entered the maze. Ms. Doctor chooses door 1; Ms. Novelist opts door 2; Mr. Architect selects door 3; Mr. Chemist chooses door 5; and Mr. World Leader prefers door 6. Each of them embattles the different creatures inside the maze. They use their intelligence, emotional and physical strength, and social skills to outwit the challenger. On their minds is their ultimate goal- to reach the end and find their treasure.
                                Ms. Doctor walks and walks. She has nothing in her mind but the determination to see what lies ahead of her. She expects to see a hospital named after her. She is working hard to realize her dream. She knows that this treasure she wants to keep.
                                On the other part of the maze is Ms. Novelist. She possesses an ingenious mind that can think of inspirational thoughts. She has powerful hands that can write a magical world. She continues searching for the right path to take. She knows that at the end of the labyrinth is her treasure- a novel that will inspire lots of lives.
                                On the other side of the labyrinth is Mr. Architect. He is sweating and almost running out of air, however, he remains hopeful to see the treasure he wants to have. He dreams to construct a skyscraper that will outrank any product of architecture. He is clinging to his belief that the treasure at the end will be the satisfaction of his dream.
                                Like the other champions, Mr. Chemist and Mr. World Leader are building castle in the air. The chemist who is the youngest among the competitors has the slowest progress. He is just a juvenile but his heart beats desiringly for his own treasure. His drive for pursuing his journey inside the maze is the picturesque of the medicine that can cure AIDS. On the other hand, the world leader goes on and on. He is showing enthusiasm despite tiredness. He takes as true that the product of his treasure hunt is the recognition he is wishing for. He becomes just and fair in his decisions and he works for the benefits and betterment of the majority more than his. He is really worthy of recognition for his meritorious contributions in social justice and in politics. He has the vision of building a community of servant leaders. This is his treasure he wants to achieve.
                                The five champions are all busy seeking for their own treasure. They focus on what awaits for each one of them, never minding to look back and check who is left behind. They never notice that Ms. Teacher did not enter the maze.
                       Ms. Teacher stands firmly on the platform resisting every “boo’s” and other taunting expression from the crowd. With her is the young gentleman who looks puzzled by her behavior. Out of bepuzzlement, the lad comes close to her and asked her,” I just can’t understand why you have to stay here and watch the others searching for their treasure. Why didn’t you enter the maze?”
                                The teacher looks at him admiringly and responds,” Why do I have to enter the maze and waste my time looking for a treasure if I already have found mine.”
                                The lad is astonished by the teacher’s reply. He stares at her with I-can’t-understand-it look. The teacher smiles and continues,”I am happy enough to watch my five treasures in search of their own. I am satisfied being here, watching them as they find and make their own history, waiting for the young people like you to enter the maze for their own treasure.”
                              The young gentleman smiles with inspiration. Together, they look at the maze and on the people inside it who are still in search of their own treasures.

Poem (English)


Parting Time
By Bittersweet Soulseeker

Two young hearts once declared their one sweet love.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t yet the right time and on one wrong move, their efforts would decline.
Now they are apart and they have built their own lives,
HE is with his new-found love while SHE 
remains on the shadow of her lost love. 

Solitude


        Why does the feeling of solitude visiting me again?
      Even in the most solitary place I have, I’m not on ease. There is a pain knocking on the door of my heart, trying to dominate even the superior part of me. This pain of mine is something cannot be expressed by any word.
      Why do those things keep on bothering me? I don’t like this. I am afraid. I am scared. I want to hide in the safest place this world can offer. But where and how?
      My nest should be the most comfortable and safest place for me. Unluckily, I can’t find that safety I am looking for. I feel like I am being watched and that I am evaluated through man’s standards. Please, release me from this container of emptiness and idleness.

Poem (English)


Unanswered Questions
By Bittersweet Soul Seeker

How could you appreciate life
If you keep on complaining?
How could you appreciate endings
If there is no beginning.

How could you see beauty
If your eyes are close?
How could you see perfection
If you look for flaws?

How could you feel love
If you have hatred and fear?
How could you feel satisfaction
If you’re looking for what isn’t here?

How could you find improvement
If you’re in your comfort zone?
How could you find happiness
If you’re always all alone?

How could you know what is success
If there is no failure?
How could you be triumphant
If you have no valor?

How could life be easy
If you make more difficulties?
How could love be pure
If you put more impurities?

No teacher will be greater than our own experience.
No classroom will be bigger than our own world.
No lesson will be harder than life itself.
No master will be wiser than God himself.

Poem (Filipino)

Doon
By Bittersweet Soulseeker

Halika kaibigan at tayo’y maglalakbay
Sa mundo kung saan lahat ay kaalinsabay
Sa lugar na masaya, payapa at makulay
Ang pook na siguradong ligtas ang ‘yong buhay.

Kaya’t pahirin na mga luhang pumapatak
Naidulot sa’yo ng pait, dusa at sindak
Mga pighati mo at pasakit nitong buhay
Ay ating iiwan sa ating paglalakbay.

Kaya’t halika damhin mo ang lamig ng hangin
Na sa ating paglipad ay ating yayakapin.
Mataas na kalangitan ay ating hahagkan
Mga problema ay pilit nating tatalikdan.

Ngunit sa’yong pagtakbo, giliw na kaibigan
Kung ikaw ay madapa ay huwag kalilimutan
Bumangon muli  at nang hindi ka maabutan
Ng mga paghihirap na nais talikuran.

Buksan ang ‘yung puso at nang iyong matunghayan
Ang isang mundong ninanais mong masilayan
Kasama na ang pag-ibig at kaliwanagan
Upang mga pagsubok ay iyong makayanan.

Essay (Filipino)

Ang Mundo sa Loob ng Jeepney
By Bittersweet Soulseeker

                        Sa loob ng pampasaherong jeepney ay may maliit na mundo na bagaman hindi natin napapansin ay nagiging mundo rin natin. Bawat taong umuupo sa magkaharap na upuan ay may kanya-kanyang kwento; mga kwentong kumakatawan hindi lamang sa kani-kanilang buhay kundi maging sa buhay ng mga Pilipino.
           
                        Ang pampasaherong jeep ay umalis na. May sumakay na isang dalaga na nasa kanyang kabataan. Sa kanyang postura ay mababakas ang kanyang propesyon. Ang binibini ay isang ganap na guro na halos katatapos lamang sa kolehiyo. Siya ay patungong POEA upang magpasa ng dokumento para sa kanyang pangingibang-bayan. Siya ang kinatawan ng mga propesyonal na Pilipino na mas ninais ang lumipad abroad at doon magserbisyo sanhi na rin ng mas malaking kita. Ito ang tinatawag na     “brain drain”.

                        May sumakay muli. Isang mag-aaral sa kolehiyo ang sumakay at siya ay may dalang placard. Siya ay nagtungo sa kanyang pamantasan upang makisama sa pag-aaklas laban sa muling pagtaas ng tuition fee.  Siya ang mukha ng kabataang mag-aaral sa ating bansa sa kasalukuyan.

                        Ilan pang minutong pagtakbo nang sumakay ang batang mag-asawa ang dalawa ay mga kapwa teenagers pa lamang. Sila ang kinatawan ng kabataang naligaw ng landas at nasira ang kinabukasan sanhi ng talamak na kaso ng pre-marital sex.

                        Hindi pa nakalalayo ang jeepney ng mahinto ito sad dagat ng tao. Ang paghintong ito ay hindi upang magsakay o magbaba ng pasahero ngunit dahil sa dagat ng katawan na nag-aalsa at nakikipaglaban sa kung anong alam nilang katotohanan. Nagkakagulo ang paligid. Sa lansangan ay narooron na ang lahat ng uri ng tao; may pulitiko, may relihiyoso, at kung sinu-sno pa.

                        Sa puntong ito ay may sumakay muli. Siya ay isang matandang babae na hindi man magsalita ay magugunita mo ang kahirapang kinasasadlakan. Nagtungo siya sa pag-aalsa o “rally” kahit na hindi niya batid ang kahahantungan o kahit ang dahilan ng lahat ng yaon. Sa kabila ng katandaan ay tinanggap niya ang kabayaran upang makiisa sa rali. Isa lamang siya sa libu-libong Pilipino na sa sobrang kahirapan ay kumakapit na sa patalim.

                        Ilan pang sandali ay may sumakay na pulitiko, may kausap sa cellphone. Mukhang seryoso ang usapan sa magkabilang-linya. Kung ano man ang usapan ay tanging sila na lamang ang nakakaalam maliban na lamang kung naka-wire tap ang linya nila. May sumakay muli, isang barumbadong lalaki. Tumabi siya sa pulitikong abala pa rin sa kausap. Wala pang isang minuto ay bigla na lamang kinuha ang telepono ng pulitiko at tumalon pababa ng jeepney. Ang lalaki ay isang snatcher. Nagawa niya iyon dahil siya ay biktima ng labis na kahirapan at bulok na sistema ng pamahalaan.

                        Nagkakagulo ang lahat nang sumakay ang huling pasahero. Siya ay naupo sa tabi ng drayber. Pinagmasdan niya ang ibat ibang mukha ng kasama: ang buhay ng kasalukuyang Pilipino; ang mukha ng pamahalaan; ang mukha ng karahasan; ang mukha ng kahirapan. Ang mga kinatawang bumubuo sa Pilipinas. Ang huling pasahero ay ang kinatawan ng mga kabataang umaasa sa pagbabago. Ito ay walang iba kundi AKO.