the traveller

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i am a writer with my own style. i laugh a lot especially when i get to write the things i love like my travel, food i devour and tasted, music i ran into and poems connecting me to my soul. I get to write thoughts and reflection of my personal life.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

MY LOVELY MAMA

As the flower blooms this summer,
So is the sweet lovely smile of your lips.
As the birds hum a tune for her chicks,
So is your voice so warm and subtle.

As the grass sprouts in the meadows,
So is your calm and cool nature.
As the tree grows in the forest,
So is your love to your seeds.

As the sun sheds its light to the world,
So is your care to your loved one.
As the Englands Rose shines to charities,
So is your lovely name.

As Mama Mary loves her own son,
So is your loving heart full of compassion.
As God loves His creation,
So is your immeasurable love.

Lovely Mama, lovely as the autumn breeze,
Shining as the early morning sun.
Twinkling as the moonlight,
But nothing in the world is lovely as YOU!

Friday, February 25, 2011

"FEELINGS"

Alone with no one to turn to
In this very lonely place;
A cold lonely heart
Feeling blue and empty.

But how could she?
She doesn’t even know what she truly felt;
Crying inside this four gray walls
Yelling and shouting deep down.

As each day passes
Her eyes were enchanted;
With that adorable face
That only she could understand.

It’s a dream come true
Where life has to start;
Oh! How happy I am
The moment I saw you.

You looked so charming
Inevitably alluring;
Critically acclaimed one
And you’ve wake up this lonely heart.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

HAUNTING

Is this what I get from being so indifferent?
Or is this the outcome of what I did?;
Why do I feel this way to you?
You’re only just a mere boy to me.

But why do I feel terrible again?
I don’t have any idea;
Why do I care for you suddenly?
Is it because you’re leaving?
Can't you not stay with me?

Though I find you as a laughing stuff
But you brought joy to this wanderer
You have brainwashed me with the way you smile.

But I guess, its bye for now
I know we will meet again;
Just make sure that you’ll come back
Because the thought of you keep haunting me.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

concierto for nationalism


“Tuloy pa rin ang awit ng buhay ko magbago man ang hugis ng puso mo, handa na akong hamunin ang aking mundo


Few months ago, my friends from the XU-KKP kept on reminding me that they will organize a concert sometime on February 2011. And I was extremely excited with the concert and it happened so fast and the concert day is just arms away. I bought a ticket through a friend and invited more friends to watch the same. It was one of these days that people of different strokes come together to hear and see for themselves the performance of a certain Noel Cabangon. Me and my friends meet at 5:30 pm and had to walk to the Xavier University Gym to escape from the traffic caused by the weekly event “night cafe” in Divisoria. Just in time for the crowd to pave their way to their seats, but instead of squeezing our way to the assigned seat we paved our way to a more comfortable seat just in front of the stage. We were seated just in time for the two front act bands before the main artist to tickle our musically inclined senses.

I like watching this concert because I know the songs that the artist will sing, had a copy of his latest album “Byahe” (or Travel in English). I love all the songs in it, and I cannot really wait to hear it in person from the artist himself "Noel Cabangon", who played guitar so well and a voice that would capture a heart like mine.

As he began to strum his guitar, the crowd were whistling and shouting his name, and it made a tingling sensation from my spine up to my head. And yes, it made my hair raised and I am glad that it was dark so no one could see that concert have a personal effect on me. I enjoyed hearing and even singing along the lines of Noel’s songs. Until he sings “Tuloy Parin Ako” (I Will Move On), it simply speaks of my life now. That my music still lives on with or without that certain aspect of life because I have something to live for, the rest of Noel’s songs kept on reminding me of all the wonderful and inspiring life ahead of me and what I have done to be where I am right now.

To Noel Cabangon your music is superbly powerful and full of life (nationalistic indeed).