Shofi Ahmed May 2017
When you stepped in my door,
I realised I was Paradise
in my heart and soul.
You were so surefooted
because you came up from the high.
So long I longed for it.
O Fathima, only to kiss your feet!

The time was so sweet,
beyond anyone’s dream
only in pure beauty
I was rendering,
screaming to new highs.
I did it my way!
Lovely bouncing on
my polished pitch,
the rivers forget to flow
back to the seas.
But no one knew
where my toe melts!
Until you did
and took me for a tread
closer to your spring,
my sweet dream:
O Fathima, only to kiss your feet!

Your so pleased man wished
to rain down with love,
but humble you hid your feet!
You blinded the moon, snowed it
away under seven seas.
No wonder it's
your winning footing.
Like the Prophet said:
I found me the heaven
beneath the mother’s feet.
O Fathima, only on your feet!
Glen Castillo Jul 29
Zet
Ang iyong mga mata’y lagusan ng liwayway
Sa kulimlim na bagtasin ng aba kong buhay
At ang iyong labi na sintingkad ng rosas
Ay ang tanghali ko sa mga gabing ayaw mag wakas

Ang durado mong buhok ay ang gintuang palay
Sa kaparangan ng puso kong hindi mapalagay
Ang ngiti mo ay binhi ng halaman sa kalangitan
Na sumisibol unti-unti sa mundo kong ‘di  na nadidiligan

Sa piling mo sana ang pinapangarap kong daigdig
Ituturing kong alapaap ang mahimlay ka sa aking bisig
Ngunit tulad din ng mga kwentong itinago ng kasaysayan
Maaaring ikaw at ako,
Ay kwentong ako na lang ang makaka-alam

Mapaglarong tadhana ay dito ako inilagay
Sa digmaang hindi ko kayang magtagumpay
Sa tunggaliang ang kalaban ko’y ako
Sa pag-ibig na hindi ko maipag tapat sa'yo

Palihim kitang sinusuyo
Kaya’t palihim din akong nabibigo
Patago akong lumalaban
Kaya’t patago din akong nasasaktan


Kung iadya man ng panahon na dito ka maligaw
Sa tulang habang panahon na ang laman ay laging ikaw
Ito pa rin ang mga sandaling ako'y alipin mo
Ito pa rin ang mga sandaling hawak mo ang aking mundo




© 2018 Glen Castillo
All Rights Reserved.
Ito ang ating kwento,ang kwentong ako lang ang nakaka-alam.
PiLomus Jul 19
Identifying this domain, naming it life,
Thinking am I the main, just hiding in disguise,
Exploring the world gaining in size,
Singing endless stories to my side,
Working for the day when answer will become one,

Myriad possibilities are there to come,
Questioning will this is the one or someone else has to hum,

The dreams becoming reality,
when life will be calling and acceptance will come.
All will fathom one and one will fathom all.
A journey will welcome a journey in rise.
One will start understanding the blunder,
And never will the veracity of a dream be in plunder,
A proliferating uncovering will arise,
And Sapiens will ask Is this world suffice?
Life is full of possibilities if you are possible.  A heartly tribute to Chester Bennington
You are the moon who lights up my dark nights,
The water thats satisfy my thirst,
The wine that makes me calm and brave,
Coz' I am an addict,that can never be rehabilitate
Coz' you're the drug, who does not run in my veins nor in my brain
You're infected in time,and you let me take my time
You make me feel like,not smilling is a crime
This is my dream,it did come true
How i really wish we can do it like,
Bonnie and Clyde in reality part two
just another hangover overdose
Shermano Jul 20
There was a Panda in his room
Ready to fall asleep
He wrapped himself up
Hugged his bed
As he counted all his sheep

The sheep jumped by one by one
As he watched the setting sun
The moon would rise
Stars shine bright
As the nighttime had begun

He rests his head on his pillow
He lays there all alone
In the warmth of night he falls asleep
As he pays his daytime loan

His mind goes dim, as his dreams awake
And he's in a pitch black room
When in front of him a bubble forms
One the size of his head
Past him it begins to zoom

The Panda half walks half crawls to where the bubble lay
Afloat in the air
Suspended above
He raises his voice to speak for it to come
But when his mouth opens, he doesn't know what to say

The bubble sits there laying in wait
Waiting for him to reach
So the Panda puts up his outstreched arm
Reaching for what he thinks would give him great joy
But what he finds is alarm

As he reaches and touches the bubble
The bubble begins to shake
It waivers and pops and rains down debris
And yet he doesn't wake

The Panda looks down
With tear stained eye
He sees the puddle below
And to the bubble he waves good bye

In this puddle left by the bubble
He sees his reflection glow
He sees his face, his tear stained eye
He wants to be set free
But for this little Panda, waking up is slow
this poem is a reflection of me and how I feel.
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