Over a Cup of Coffee

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I wonder many times
how you have become so much
part of me i can’t let go.

A trip to the cafe would
simply make it go, all my doubts
my worries fade away.

It might be the coffee with
its soothing aroma that calms
down my wary heart.

Or it could the romantic
vibe in the cafe that makes
me fall in love again.

I guess it would always be
like this, you and me
over a cup of coffee.

I love you, once more and always.

P.S.
If you have been following me for a while now, i guess you would know that this is again a poetic product of me evesdropping for the nth times lol.

It just feels so good seeing people happy and in love.

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Vow

I can bent out of shape
Or be on cloud nine

I can be anything
Or be everything

I am head over heels
In love with you

That’s true.

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P.S.

My usual evesdropping poetry..a lovely couple..ohhh

Ikaw (Bangko Part 3)

P.S. It’s the last day of August. We culminate today the Buwan ng Wika (National Language Month) So, i am posting my finale of my short story. Enjoy guys.

P.S. (again) Thanks to a really good friend who was my inspiration in writing  this story.

Ikaw

Parang eksena sa pelikula kung paano tayo pinagtagpo ng tadhana after 7 years.  Nakita kita sa malayo. Sinadya kitang binangga sa pag aakalang hindi mo ako kilala. But to my surprise, tinawag mo ako sa aking pangalan. 

Ngumiti ka at ako’y natulala.

“Kumusta ka” ang iyong tanong. 

“You look good”, ang wala sa lugar kong sagot. Kasi naman you really look good.

Doon na nagsimula ang lahat.

After all, kilala mo din pala ako. Yours was a story of a man na natorpe lumapit. Cliche ika nga, but, well version mo yun.

Sabi mo nga ” you are close to being perfect, and i was….never mind”

Insecure…torpe… whatever your reason maybe, it doesn’t matter anymore.

Pasta ang inorder ko the first time we had lunch together. After which we had coffee. Masaya kang kasama. Magaan. Para bang we’ve known each other for a really long time. 

We were like long lost friend.  Walang adjustment na nangyari. 

Nasundan pa ng maraming beses ang lunch natin. Hindi ko na din mabilang kung ilang beses akong omorder ng pasta. Pasta sa Monday, sa Tuesday, hanggang Friday. Red, white and green (I meant pesto) na pasta. Favorite ko ang pasta. Di kasi ako marice. But believe me; yung unang beses na nag lunch tayo, yun na yata ang pinakamasarap na pastang natikman ko sa tanang buhay ko. 

Masarap kang kasama. It felt so good and so right. 

Bakit marami ang nahuhumaling sa kape kahit nakakapalpitate ito? 

Bakit marami ang may gusto ng pasta kahit fully loaded ng carbs ito?

Kahit masama, dahil masarap okay lang.

Bakit laging puno ang bangko? kahit mahaba ang pila okay lang kasi we need to save up.

Parang ikaw, I invested on you… and now, i am able to take it. My bonus pa.

Ikaw and pasta ng buhay ko. Di maiwasan, di matanggihan.

Ikaw ang bangko ng buhay ko. My deposit. My withdrawal.

‘Twas worth it after all.

What is it about you? Truth is, after three years, I really don’t know. I just love you and I believe that’s just how it is.

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You (Bank Part 3)

I finally met you, after seven years. And it was like a movie scene. You were standing from a distance. I went past through you intentionally, believing that you will never (or you never did) recognize me.  But i was so surprised to hear you call out my name.

You smiled at me. Twas the sweetest smile. 

I froze.

“How are you?”, you asked me.

“You look good”, I said. “Twas the lamest answer i have ever given (I should have said “fine”). But you really looked good though. 

It all started that way.

After all, you knew me. 

You didn’t know how to approach me, you explained.  A dork, maybe. 

You said ” you are close to being perfect, and i was….never mind”

I ordered pasta the first time we had lunch. Then we had coffee after. It felt like we knew each other for really long. Or twas like, we were long lost friends. We hit it off immediately. 

We would have lunch then almost everyday. And whenever we have lunch, i would order for a pasta. Pasta on Mondays, Tuesdays till Friday. I cannot anymore count how many pastas have i ordered during the first month we were together. 

I have tried so much and so many pastas; but i tell you, the first time we had lunch was probably the most delicious pasta i have ever had in my whole life. Weird, but that’s true. 

I love being with you. It felt so good and so right. 

Why do we love coffee even if it triggers palpitation? 

Why do we love pasta even if it’s fully loaded with carbs?

It doesn’t really matter whether it triggers palpitation or if it is fully loaded with carbs. It takes good. It’s delicious.

And you are just like that. You are my pasta; my coffee

Why do we deposit our money in the banks? Why do we take time lining up to reach the teller? It’s necessary. We need to save up. We need to invest.

And you are just like a bank. I saved up. I invested. Now, i am having the best time of my life enjoying my savings.

‘Twas worth it after all.

What is it about you? Truth is, after three years, I really don’t know. I just love you and I believe that’s just how it is.

 

Seven Years of Grit

Nagmahal, nag antay
Nang walang kapantay
Mahal kita walang iba
Ipagsisigawan ko, ok ba?

Bundok man ay akyatin
Aking tatahakin
Puso’y tumitibok
Pilit kumakabog…

Nais kang maging akin
Sana ikay  matagpuan
Taos-pusong nag antay
Masintahing tunay…

Naghihingtay magtapos
Pitong taong magngalit.
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As i loved patiently
Wondered how so suddenly
Did i ever love thee?
I scream in glee…

And as i moved mountains
So high, i felt pains
Throbbing
Banging…

Still hoping, be mine
Will find you in time
Passionately
Deeply …

Waiting to end
Seven years of grit.

 

 

Bangko (Maikling Kwento ng Katangahan)

Note: for my non – Filipino readers please find below my English translation of this piece.

This is my second piece written in Filipino in celebration of our Language Month (Buwan ng Wika)

 

  “Next please”..madalas sigaw ng teller sa bangko.

Sa kakatunganga ko di ko namalayaang ako na pala ang 

“next please”. Epic fail

Eh paano naman kasi nakikita kita sa gilid ng mata ko.

Pangiti – ngiti; pasulat – sulat.

In short, busy ka. Ni hindi mo nga namalayang merong titig ng titig sayo.

Doon kita unang nakita. Sa bangko.

Ang bangko ay para sa mga gustong magdeposit, magwithraw, o di kaya mag loan, ika nga umutang.

‘Yan lang.

Di totoo yan. Kasi ako pumupunta sa bangko di para magdeposit, magwithraw or umutang kundi para makita ka. 

Oo antindi ko ano? nagdedeposit naman ako. Paunti – unti nga lang.

At eto pa, lahat ng klaseng accounts na – open kona. Sa katunayan, nga eh naging kaibigan ko na ang mga teller doon.

Excited ako twing pupunta ng bangko, paano kasi makikita kita.

Makikita kitang ni minsan, ay hindi man lang ako sinulyapan. Duda nga ako kung maganda ba ako talaga o ginogoyo lang ako ng mga nagsasabing maganda ako. 

Yong isang teller nga kababaeng tao pero maka flirt sa akin wagas. No offense meant here ha.

Lumipas ang maraming araw, linggo, bwan at taon. Pero dyahe talaga, ni sulyap ayaw mo akong bigyan. Siguro nga pangit talaga ako sa paningin mo.

Nakakaramdam na ako ng lungkot. Di mo na nga yata ako mapapansin, eh paano naman kasi taon na talaga ang lumipas at loob ng maraming taon ang tanging nasasambit ko ay “i wonder how it feels to kiss him”…

Kapag offline at pinaantay ako ng teller, sa halip na mainip ay tuwang tuwa ako.

Kapag may matanda sa likuran kong nakapila, nagbabait baitan ako at pinauuna ko sya.

Sayang din kasi ang dagdag exposure ko sana sayo. Pero wala talaga.

It’s been years.

Marami na ang nangyari sa buhay ko.

Oo na aminado ako. Katalinong tao nag aantay sa wala. Dagdag mo yung sa totoo lang maganda ako noh.

One day, nagdeposit ulit ako. Di kita nakita. Nakipagdaldalan muna ako sa teller na naging kaibigan ko. Baka kasi nag break ka lng. Pero hindi mo break eh. Kasi sa tinagal tagal ng panahong pumupunta ako sa bangko ng ganoong oras, never kang nag break. So sigurado ako, di mo break. Baka absent ka, o sick leave kaya.

Umuwi akong malungkot. Obvious ba. 

After one week nagdeposit ulit ako. Wala ka pa rin. Nag worry ako. Kung sick leave ka, eh di one week ka ng nagkakasakit. Nahiya naman akong magtanong kasi alam ng lahat we’re not friends not even in speaking terms, nor hi or hello.. Worst, we were never introduced.

Oo nga ano, bakit nga ba walang may nagpakilala sa atin? 

Again, umuwi akong malungkot.

That was it. the next time i went to the bank. BOOM! Narinig ko nagresign  ka na daw.

Ansakit. Gusto kong maiyak right there and then. Paano na ako? Ay wala naman pala akong dahilan umiyak. I doubt if you even realized i ever existed. 

I never went back to the bank again.

Few years after my “dormancy letter” na ako, reminding me to update my accounts.  At narealize ko malaki laki na din pala naipon ko.

Ang mga tao pag pumupunta ng bangko nag iinvest ng pera. Ako pumupunta ng bangko para mag invest ng pagmamahal. Hey, wait.. mahal nga ba kita? 

Winidraw ko na ang mag savings ko. Malaki laki na din. Pwde ko na din bang mawidraw ang pagmamahal na nainvest ko? Di ko kasi alam kung saan ka hahaapin eh. Wala kasi akong mapagtanungan. Paano wala namang may alam na loka loka ako at my gusto ako sayo.

Sana magkita ulit tayo.  Promise pag nagkita tayo ulit i will make sure, mapapansin mo ako, magugustuhan mo ako.

Pangako yan.

Ano nga ba ang pangalan mo?

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Bank (A short stupid love story)

“Next please”.. this is what i usually hear from the teller in the bank when they call out for  their next customer to be served.

I wasn’t paying so much attention. I was busy looking intensely at you. You were busy working in your table. You were writing. You were smiling. You were answering calls. Unfortunately, you never noticed i was looking at you all this time. Funny for me though, ‘cos i was already the one being called ” next please'”.. the teller has to even yell at me. 

It was in the bank when i saw you first.

A bank is for people who wanted to save or loan money.

It wasn’t the case for me,… its not true. I go to the bank regularly  not only to deposit or save money; it was my only chance to see you. Wow, how noble is that?

But, well.. i do have my accounts there. I’d deposit most of the times in really very minimal amount of money. Clearly, just to have a valid reason to be there and see you. Actually, truth is, I had seven accounts in the bank. One of the tellers became my friend already.

I was always excited to go to the bank. Well, of course because you were there. I will see you again.  I will see you again, who unfortunately never noticed me at all. …Ever…

There were times when i doubted my looks. Am i really pretty as what most people say? Maybe after all, i am not, because you never noticed me, nor even looked at me.

In fact, that lady teller i mentioned would sometimes flirt at me. No offense meant here but, hey come on, let’s face it I am pretty.

Days passed… months…even years…But, i did not get even a single glance from you. Maybe i am really not that pretty.

I was losing hope. I don’t think you will ever notice me at all. After all, it’s been years. And all for these years i have been wondering “how it feels like kissing him?…

There were times when the bank’s system would go offline. Some clients would be pest off and complained. I wasn’t pest off and i never complained. Of course why would i be pest off?  I in fact happy. I have more reasons to stay.

There were times too, when i would play nice to an  elderly woman behind me by allowing her to go first. Well, again, another reason to stay longer in the bank.

It’s been years.

So much and so many happened in my life.

Alright, i must admit. How could someone so smart and intelligent be waiting for something to happen over someone who practically never knew i exist?

One day, i went to the bank for my usual deposit drama. I didn’t saw you there. I chatted over my lady teller/lesbian friend with the hope that you just went on a break. But i realized, i have been going back and forth to the bank on that same time of the day, but you were never on “break”.  Well, i thought, “maybe you went on a leave…sick leave?’

I went home sad. Obviously. 

After one week i  went back to the bank again for another “deposit drama”.  You were not there yet again. So if you went on a sick leave, you must have been sick for one week…ahhhh how are you feelin then?

I have no one to ask. Well i was hesitant to ask because the whole world supposedly knew we were not friends, not even on a “hi, hello” mode. Worst i don’t think you knew I ever existed. 

Again, i went home very sad. Obviously. 

That was it. The next time i was back…BOOM!!! i overheard the tellers talking,  discussing your resignation. 

I was hurt. I wanted to break down, right there and then. ”How ’bout me?'”…Ohh, stupid…i don’t have the reason the be hurt after all.  And yes again, i doubt if you ever realized i existed.  

I never went back to the bank again. Why would i?

Few years after, i received a “dormancy letter” saying i needed to update my accounts. I realized i saved so much money already over the course of time going back and forth in the bank wanting to see you. Amazing!!

A bank is for people to save or invest money. In my case i did not just invest money. I invested LOVE. Hey, am i in love with you? Even if you never noticed me?

I closed my accounts and withdrew my investments.

Can i also withdraw the love i invested on you? I actually don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t find you, I have no one to ask. Besides no one knew i went crazy over you. (Sigh…)

I can only hope  i will see you one day… soon.

I promise when that happens i will make sure you will notice me. I swear… you will like me then.

I promise.

“Oh, by the way what’s your name?”

 

 

Don’t

Don’t bullshit me with your
“I love you’s”
None of them bears witness
To how i grieve
Of witnessing you walk away
Everyday.

Don’t fool me with your
“I miss you”
Nothing compares to the pain
You inflicted on me
For being near yet so far away.

Don’t lull me with your
“I wanna be with you”
Nonsense, though
For up and till now you
Remain a fragment in my dreams.

Don’t say you love me…

 

P.S.

An irrational (maybe for some) poetic rant of a woman in a coffee shop.

 

Songs of Love (triple haiku)

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Kept among the clouds
Songs of my undying love
Waiting to be sung.

Let the angels sing
In joy, perfect harmony
Songs of love for you.

As you lay in bed
Sleep tight oh, my love so sweet
With my songs of love.