Walking in the same soggy sands
Chilly… cold… clammy
Confronting the same crowd
But not the same faces
Heading to the same place
Cul de sac, round, blazing
Pockets have those same small hands
But walking not with the same pair of feet
Looking at the same blue sea
Vigorous, forceful, inviting
Seating at the same old spot
But not with the same zeal
Watching with the same needy eyes
Deep, contemplating, sensing
Writing using the same thoughts
But no longer the same theme
Going against the same wind
Humid, hurting, melting
Counting the same rocks
No longer of same strength
Taming the same wild soul
Fierce, Shouting, stern
Painting the same feelings
But not emerging as beautiful as it used to be
Wondering if it was the same old me…
Walking, thinking, looking
Because certainly it was not the same you
And definitely looking, not at the same old view
September 19, 2009
*Author's Note: This picture was taken 3 years ago. This poem was written 3 days ago and the view has changed radically. I will have to go back there one of these days to take a more updated pic.
Comments
p.s. ganda nang place.. sanyan?
at tumula ang lola!
isa palang makata
hindi ko inakala!
ganda ng jumeirah, one of the few free places to enjoy dito sa dubai. lalo na sights,,yung mga topless, at mga sexy naliligo.
anyway highyway,
dapat sa babasa ng tula mo
magdala sila ng napkin
kasi nakakaregla ang ingles! nosebleed! hehehe