"nala" poems - Hello Poetry

Ha kamatuoran la, gin-susumhan na gud ako, Diri ka pa ba gin-susumhan? Hin mga buhat nga balik-balik nala? Diri mo ba nahahalata? Nga utro-utro nala kita? Kun may napakiana ha imo, "Ano kumusta na?" An pirmi mo baton: "Adi asya la gihapon, waray pinagkaibahan han kakulop!" Ngan kontento ko na hito. *The truth is, I am sick and tired. Aren’t you sick and tired? Doing the same things over and over again? Still haven’t noticed it? This has been like this again and again. When somebody asks you, “How is everything with you?” Your usual reply is: “Oh nothing’s changed same as yesterday.” And you’re happy as it is.* Usahay liwat nabati ako ha imo nga utro-utro an reklamo. Nga baga hin kadaan ngan guba nga plaka, Balik-balik an tukar, masakit ha talinga. Reklamo an imo pamahaw, Ngan amo la gihapon hasta panihapon. Kay kuno makuri. Kay kuno waray salapi. Kay kuno waray kapas. Kun may sweldo daw la an pag-rineklamo, siguro maiha na unta nga nag-riko. *Sometimes, I will hear you complaining again and again. Like an old and broken retro vinyl, playing over and over again, it is hurting my ears. Complaining is your breakfast, and it is your same meal for dinner. Because it’s hard. Because we don’t have money. Because I am powerless. If complaining will provide you a salary, perhaps by now, you might quite be wealthy.* Nagkatapo kita kanina ha dalan han "Kada Adlaw" Asya la gihapon an imo sul-ot nga bado, ngan an kabutang han imo buhok. Asya la gihapon an pagkakurumos han imo nawong, Ngan an bubble gum nga hasta yana imo la gihap ginsisinamsam. Nangurog ako han kaluwad. Tigda ako nahingasuka ha imo atubangan. Pasayloa, pero magpapadayon ka nala ba hito? Diri ka pa ba ginsusumhan? Kay ha kamatuoran la, Naamin ako Nga Oo. *I came across you at the street called “Everyday” You were wearing the same clothes, And your hair was fixed the same way. You were having the same wrinkled frown in your face, and was chewing the same bubble gum. I cringe. I suddenly felt vomiting in front of you. I’m sorry, but will you keep on doing this? Aren't you sick and tired? Because to be honest with you, I think I am.*

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Dec 11, 2014

Dec 11, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC

estelle-deamor

Masumo na (I am sick and tired)

Ha kamatuoran la, gin-susumhan na gud ako, Diri ka pa ba gin-susumhan? Hin mga buhat nga balik-balik nala? Diri mo ba nahahalata? Nga utro-utro nala kita? Kun may napakiana ha imo, "Ano kumusta na?" An pirmi mo baton: "Adi asya la gihapon, waray pinagkaibahan han kakulop!" Ngan kontento ko na hito. *The truth is, I am sick and tired. Aren’t you sick and tired? Doing the same things over and over again? Still haven’t noticed it? This has been like this again and again. When somebody asks you, “How is everything with you?” Your usual reply is: “Oh nothing’s changed same as yesterday.” And you’re happy as it is.* Usahay liwat nabati ako ha imo nga utro-utro an reklamo. Nga baga hin kadaan ngan guba nga plaka, Balik-balik an tukar, masakit ha talinga. Reklamo an imo pamahaw, Ngan amo la gihapon hasta panihapon. Kay kuno makuri. Kay kuno waray salapi. Kay kuno waray kapas. Kun may sweldo daw la an pag-rineklamo, siguro maiha na unta nga nag-riko. *Sometimes, I will hear you complaining again and again. Like an old and broken retro vinyl, playing over and over again, it is hurting my ears. Complaining is your breakfast, and it is your same meal for dinner. Because it’s hard. Because we don’t have money. Because I am powerless. If complaining will provide you a salary, perhaps by now, you might quite be wealthy.* Nagkatapo kita kanina ha dalan han "Kada Adlaw" Asya la gihapon an imo sul-ot nga bado, ngan an kabutang han imo buhok. Asya la gihapon an pagkakurumos han imo nawong, Ngan an bubble gum nga hasta yana imo la gihap ginsisinamsam. Nangurog ako han kaluwad. Tigda ako nahingasuka ha imo atubangan. Pasayloa, pero magpapadayon ka nala ba hito? Diri ka pa ba ginsusumhan? Kay ha kamatuoran la, Naamin ako Nga Oo. *I came across you at the street called “Everyday” You were wearing the same clothes, And your hair was fixed the same way. You were having the same wrinkled frown in your face, and was chewing the same bubble gum. I cringe. I suddenly felt vomiting in front of you. I’m sorry, but will you keep on doing this? Aren't you sick and tired? Because to be honest with you, I think I am.*