Lost in trance

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The grip was tight
And I can barely let go
You shed light
In the dark skies
Yet leave me
Right in the season
When hate has struck.

I kept on pushing
The boulder unending
Pain has flourished
Temple of You is me
In the process
I lost the spirit
And the want to see.

I failed to uphold
The meaning of us
And the center we belong
Its genuine texture
And truest hue
I always go back
Yet you tend to leave me blank.

Wherever this may lead us
Never fail to remember
We have the same stars
The same moon and sun
Cherish and treasure
The time and space
Together we chanced upon.

This may not be the right time
But the season will come
We will bloom in full
In this journey
They call ‘spiritual’.

(God is the center and He sees us and our hearts. Always.)

Lost Malaysian plane: There is a reason

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Jumping in the bandwagon of the lost Malaysian airplane.

I have two hypotheses:

(1) Alien Invasion. This is a wide-open possibility. Two stolen passports could attest to the probable existence of a shapeshifter. Some of the passengers could be aliens who are involved in the perpetration of this whole hullabaloo. But aliens are our friends. They mean to hurt no one.

It could be true that two of the ten people that revolve around our circle are aliens. They could have taken our old friends, copied their identities and endured the hardship of human existence over time.

Through this hypothesis, there is a chance that our lost fellowmen are still alive. Those aliens who abducted them might just want to study them and the varied cultures that exist in our terra firma. So the possibility of them reappearing in the surface of the Earth remains true, maybe 5 to 10 years from now.

(2) Parallel Universe. In fringe science, there is a possibility of having a parallel universe where we have a complete replica of ourselves who have the same height, nationality, color and almost the same values and wisdom. Only, since both universes have different ways of living and cultural dynamics, it is not a guaranty of both having the same exact life. Say, I work for a corporate office here, the “me” in the alternate universe could be a pastor, doctor or even a scientist.

The existence of the parallel universe could be the reason why the plane remains down the drain. It could likewise explain its sudden disappearance off the radar. There could have been an anomaly in the electro magnetic waves exactly where the plane was headed. This could be the reason why they seem lost in oblivion. The plane could have transported itself in the parallel universe.

The question is, can they come back to our own universe? That’s yet to be known. Because such an occurrence is a natural phenomenon. And science has no definite answer yet.

Well, apart from this incident, the existence of the parallel universe could place a scientific reason on why some see ghosts and even doppelgängers. These sightings could be an effect of the overlapping universes.

Apart from these two hypotheses, we could not discount the possibility of terrorism.

Our prayers should recline into an unrelenting hope that these people are still alive and just wandering somewhere in the back of beyond.

They will soon be found.

(The photo attached was taken from Rappler, an online news bureau in the Philippines. Accessed on 11 March 2014.)

Simple

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I could not
Run away from your voice
That enveloped me
Into a state
Of insanity
Your existence
Is beauty beyond compare
Fathom I cannot
What a spell
You made
Cast on me
Your eyes
Speak of sheer joy
And momentary ecstasy
Look not into me
For in you
I see eternity
And colors of genuineness
Make the world
That covers you and me
Fear of your embrace
I will long for
Forever in my journey
In your arms
Is where I will rest
And see the promise
Of bluish sky
Serene heavens
With songs of love
In a dance we share
Breathe with me
Let us celebrate
A life today
With only you and me.

Faces and phases

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High the crimson sky
The world is set to fly
Dance of pain in memories
Speaks a thousand stories

Winter has enveloped the place
Aimed at unraveling the maze
Death at the hour of ten
The last leaf has finally fallen

Blows the bizarre wind unforeseen
Shattered what’s left not ruined
Cast of the unimaginable tides
Left the fireplace to hide

Born out of a debacle
The seed of fancy can handle
Disconcerting hearts and mind
Untarnished flesh never goes blind.

Time and space

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Engraved is a promise
Bluntly spoken by you
I remained awake amidst fade
Hushed by the wind
So I slept.
Blown away by fate
Image flourished like sea
Pouring
Unending
Unfolding is the death
Of the guiltless taste of fear.
I was awakened
Back at the zenith of gloom
Notwithstanding the pain
I rest in doom
Farewell to the canvas
Of my shattered dreams
Memories are lasting
My body, slowly, is withering.

Brave new world

Everyday, we change. It’s an understatement. Every moment of our lives, we change. They say, we can’t be the same person we were yesterday. No matter how hard we try to look back or wallow in the past, there is no way that we can’t bring those memories back into life. There is no way that we can resurrect the lives we once had that have long been lying on its deathbed. A friend told me, we could always cherish the memories. But we should learn to move on, let go and start anew.

Change is imperative for us to thrive against the challenges of time. But to accept and walk with it is a challenge we learn to endure over time.

I have so many failed attempts to create a blog that will last a lifetime. Just last year, I tried in Blogger. Unfortunately, it did not work out the way I envisioned it to become. This is yet another attempt to realize that desire. It’s my passion to write and share my dreams, rants, sheer joy, frustrations to other aspiring writers and avid readers. Through this, I could invite change into the doorstep like an old friend.

Things have changed beyond what we could only imagine. I walked down the memory lane and nothing remains comparable to the world we live in today. People have come in and out of our lives. And only the most wonderful and hurtful memories rest in the depths of our consciousness.

It’s a brave new world just outside our windows. And only the bravest can flourish. And bravery only means accepting who we are and standing proud amidst human strife. Let’s keep the tides coming. Our way out is one lowly travel to the moon.

So pack those bags and be my guest as I roam around the universe. Let’s make that change happen! Oh, don’t forget your paper and pen. You sure would write your own story.