SIMPLY ROSANA

Now, am understanding what tags and codes are when i'm creating a post. So, old dogs can still learn new tricks, huh? LOL!

posted by saneeh @ 4:14 AM 0 comments

A POEM FOR ABBY



"Love is never silent"
else, the yearnings of the heart
remain murmurs in the air;
else, the glow of the early morn
be as cold as a snow-capped mountain of Kashmir
taunting poignantly ---
painfully numbing
the sense of touch.

"Love is never silent"
it basks in the warmth
of a child snuggled into his mother's bosom
too secure in his buffer zone.

Love is not wanting in words
even in silence it speaks
loudly
of endless reassurance
that one's place in the fullness of life
is a matter of destiny.

posted by saneeh @ 9:57 AM 0 comments

when there's nothing to write about, post a pic.

posted by saneeh @ 12:18 PM 0 comments

Walking down memory lane ... one of the chatguys who was too snooty ... he might have the right to do so, so no big deal. Where could he be now?

NASIR'S WALL

There is a wall
between you and me
built with the bricks of closure.
for now
i cannot chip the wall away
to open the flow of thoughts
without your full consent.

i may walk on thin lines
expose my vulnerability
get hurt by attempts at rejection
i won't be afraid
if in this manner i could cross
the bridge of friendship
to reach you
i will still dare.

you are free to be you --
distant, snooty, whatever perception
i may have about you
it really doesn't matter
'cause every chance i get
to fathom the eyes of disguise
i see no harshness
i only see a reflection of a soft, gentle soul.

probably, when the guards are down
when the self is opened and shared freely
with a stranger
it would bare the real, caring person
that is YOU.

posted by saneeh @ 9:51 PM 0 comments

A SEAROSE FOR YOU, SAM


I have been staring at the screen of my pc, in the hope that doing so could trigger some poetic streak that would send me into a writing mood, and voila, everything could be completed in less than an hour; I would produce another piece of poetry to add to my personal collection. And so I thought.

But sitting here for almost 30 minutes, nothing inspiring comes to mind.

Then, I remember Sam -- a young man I met several days ago from the chatroom, in one of those boring hours. Some interesting character. There was something hidden behind those eyes that was not visible immediately ---the kind that reflects a certain sadness, almost akin to pain. A day after he showed me his face on cam, his eyes haunted me. And more than that, I saw a scar of Life.

At 11, life happened to him so fast. The transition to manhood was too abrupt, a child forced to become an adult; probably depriving him of a complete enjoyment of his adolescence, quite unprepared for the inevitable circumstance that forced its way in.

Now, at 22, he is a veteran of life -- driven to the flesh trade whose clienteles belong to the harsher specie.

The jolt would always be there everytime I try to visualize men's behavior satiating their animal urges, pushing to limit one's physical endurance. Is there something enjoyable about the humiliation of one's body and spirit? What could heal the scars? Yes, what could heal the scars?

Why do I write about something like this? I did not end up with a poem for Sam as I was planning to - a poem that would somehow speak of love. I did not because I feel pain. And this pain will not go away while Sam remains in the muddy forest green.

For you, Sam I offer my favorite flower ---- the Lotus.

posted by saneeh @ 10:17 PM 0 comments

STRONGLY-SHARED OPINIONS

"The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience.” Harper Lee

Cautious, careful people always casting about to preserve their reputation or social standards never can bring about reform. Those who are really in earnest are willing to be anything or nothing in the world's estimation, and publicly and privately, in season and out, avow their sympathies with despised ideas and their advocates, and bear the consequences." Susan B. Anthony


The heart has remained in anguish. It has seen the futility of fighting for a cause and losing to the shrewdness of the opponents whose weapons are power and money. What is the sense in fighting alone, albeit for a good cause? Can a revolution start with one and succeed? At the outset, others, in two categories, may be willing to join the fight: one who truly believes in the cause and will stick come hell or high water; or, one who just nurtures some vested interests and when these are served, there is no reason to continue. "You cannot test the strength of a tea bag unless you put it in hot water." When this happens, one's courage or cowardice will surface. I have seen both facets of a man in so many occasions. At the thought of the latter, my heart burns in the rain.

posted by saneeh @ 9:48 AM 1 comments

IS SOMEONE MANIFESTING A SEASONAL AFFECTIVE DISORDER (SAD?) Looks like it!!! Anyway, Sexy ka, promise, hehehe

posted by saneeh @ 8:22 AM 0 comments