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KRRW  Aug 2017
EKLIPSE
KRRW Aug 2017
Aanhin pa ang tula
kung tuyo na ang tinta?
Sa hangin pakakawalan,
palalayain sa Hangganan
Handog ng ulirat
na wala mang tinig, sumisigaw
Nakabalot sa liwanag
ng itim na araw
Isinilid sa baul
na pinalubog sa dagat
Balang-araw, lulutang
dala ang luhang may alat.
Para saan ba ang tula
kung walang nakaririnig?
Marahil... para sa mga dahong
sumasayaw sa tubig
Mga bangkang naghihintay
ng kahit kaunting ihip
Mga kamay na kumakawala
mula sa gumagapos na lubid.
Aanhin pa ang tulang
nakakulong na sa bibig?
Aanhin pa ang tulang
iwinagli na ng isip?
Paalam sa mga tulang
tinangay na sa himpapawid
Paalam, mga saranggolang
inari na ng langit.
Written
21 August 2017


Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
Huddled in the lantern light
they sing of life and death
of love long lost but living
in the ashes of time
a yearning for home
walking the long roads sunburnt
in blistered feet
in the knowledge
healing of pain
is only a rain away
and life is too short
but never too short
to bathe in the power of god
that makes a pauper
be a king
under the canopy of stars.
Night with them under the stars, November 12, 8.30pm.
Bauls: Rural folk singers of Bengal, the mystic minstrels.
Gaye  Sep 2015
End the ambiguity
Gaye Sep 2015
Will the Baul ever quit his search
Singing all through the-
Deserted land, ektara a trail of his
Existence walked him with no promises.
Will He ever listen to their bald cries?
To His realm they say beyond the blues,
Life awaits out of the tableau of massacres.
The world of assumptions tampered
By a philosopher’s fairy tale decides
Birth, death, rebirth, curse and richness?
The blind light is biting his body, heart & soul
He still needs it, his poppy tears.
The system needs it to tear him open,
His body, heart and soul in vain.
Music of the Baul has no destination
Still the voyage is essential.
Ektara has to walk with him, all through
The barren lands, villages and futility.
There’s no end to his search!
George Andres  Aug 2016
Mamulat
George Andres Aug 2016
Ikaila **** ika'y manunulat
Hayaan **** putulin ang iyong ugat
Huwag iwanan ang iyong lamat
Ibigay mo ang sapat, 'wag lahat-lahat

Itanggi mo ang iyong pagkatangi
Ibulong sa hangin ang iyong mga sipi
Itago sa baul ang iyong lahi
Itatwa ang pinagmulan **** lipi

Hindi ka hambog ni mayabang
Isa kang humihingang nilalang
Panulat ang iyong kalaban
Ito rin ang gasolina sa tangke ****
salat sa laman

'Wag **** sabihing ika'y manunulat
'Wag mo ring itanggi na isa kang alagad
Walang manunulat ang tapat
Lahat ng tao ay may sugat
Tao ka lang
Pero isa kang manunulat
MAMULAT!
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RiBa Oct 2017
The luminescent stars
Grace the inky firmament
Diamonds glistening in the night
And Quiet flows the River

Broad and mighty
A Boudicae, wounded in a million wars
And yet beauteous and kind
Gently flows She.

Her sacred touch rejuvenates
Graceful as Diana
She meanders amidst pain and strife
And flows ethereally

Oh Ganga, thy beauty is divine
The Baul sings
Oh Giver of life! Bless me eternally
And Silently flows She.
Ganga - indian name of the Ganges river
Baul - a wandering bard who sing in the villages of Bengal
when a heart is broken the tears begin to fall
you fill up with sadness as you begin to baul
your world is torn apart left you in dismay
the love that you once new as now gone away.

the happiness has gone now theres just distress
love has let you down now your lifes is in a mess.
the love you use to have is no longer there
gone now is your world that you used to share.

when a heart is broken and you feel the pain
give it time to heal and learn to love again.

— The End —