Thoughts of a Gypsying Fantast

Thoughts of a gypsying fantast has been a wonderful journey for me. I may have best poems and worst ones and yet, I've written them all from the heart. As usual, I have poured my soul into every word of this blog and I do not regret doing it. I call this a journey because I started this with a dream. I was so excited because I found direction in life because of that dream. However somewhere along the way, I lost my grasp of that dream. For several months, I lost my way, wandering aimlessly like I always do. Wandering like a real Gypsy. Though my mind had totally forgotten, my heart remembers it. And I continued life with a hole in my soul. It had hurt me a lot, I was on the point of opting out of life. One day, "HOPE" had walked into my life in the embodiment of a friend who gradually made me remember my dream. Slowly, gradually but deliberately, it all came back to me. What's surprising is that it's not anymore just one dream but it came back wi

Nang aking idilat ang malulungkot kong mga mata Ibinungad sa akin ang isang tahimik na digmaan- Digmaan ng magkatunggaling liwanag at karimlan Na pinaluha ang kalangitan na tinatawag na "ulan." Unti- unti ang luha ng langit ay naging luha ko, Tumilamsik at tumulo sa mukha kong pinagkaitan ng ligaya At walang ano- ano'y naisip ko- Ikaw marahil din ba ay nabasa? Marupok na ngiti lamang ng aking labi ang sumagot Na tila winiwikang "Hindi, kanlong sya ng kanyang iniibig. Ligtas sya sa malupit na ulan, samantalang ikaw, Pati kaluluwa mo'y basang- basa diyan." At nahabag ako sa aking kinahinatnan, Kailan pa natutong manakit ang ulan? "Dito na lamang po ako," wika ko sa cocherong may makabagong sasakyan at iniabot ang bayad. "Salamat, Binibini", sagot nya, "tila nilalamig ka na." "Ayos lang ako Ginoo, sanay ako sa malamig na pakikitungo Ng ulan, ng langit, at ng iniibig ko."