Missing my Blog

Missing my Blog

Hi guys! I am missing my blog, because it has been weeks that I have not posted. I was busy with work and a travel for a training in Goa, India. I would like to talk about my visit to this State of India, not as a tourist but on a training trip.

I got to taste the different Indian food served at the Blu Radisson Resort in Goa, India. I love the villas in that hotel and the service is superb.

I am amazed by the abundance of crow all over the hotel Butterflies abound too. I got the chance to do barefoot walking at Cavelossim Beach.

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There is more to the culture of India that I admire so much. Aside from the fact that our family name could be traced from this part of the world,

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I have a theory that our forefathers were Indian who got to trade in the Visayas island of the Philippines. So I can say that India is quite significant to me.

The people are also like the people here in the Philippines, warm and accommodating. See some of my pictures. Of course, the lovely sunset at Cavelossim Beach was perfect. It was also my first time to watch bioflourescence in the beach with my co trainee. So much to explore about India and its people.

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Blueberry Cheesecake-the Homecoming

Blueberries are angel’s breath unsung!

You are a gem, a heaven’s gift

Others may avoid you,

Counting your sugar and calories,

Label you bad,  I don’t

You were blended with perfection

Whipped to a consistent level

Delight me, pleases me.

 

Your cheese pasteurized from faraway land

The pan whipped thee

Blessed the hands that produced you

The one one whisked the salt, the one who stirred the butter

 

In the alchemy of fire and love

You were baked with a smiling heart

To be served especially for me

I meet you here now, oven fresh

I once was whipped

But now am found.

Wildflower

 

 

Succulents bloom

Violets are blue

If you are the weed

I am the flower in between

 

 

I grow anywhere I am planted

Downstream or upstream

In harsh weather and in cool day

 

Wildflower flowing to the journey of the wind.

 

Poverty

 

Poverty touched my hands today

He smiled and gripped my arms

Asking for just one meal

 

Will I give out of generosity

Or will I give out of guilt

Why do they have no options, while I have mine.

 

Poverty touched my hands today

And it cracks the aqua colored fiber of my oblivion.

 

 

 

 

 

Halo-Halo Poetry

Halo – Halo literally mix- mix is composed of shaven ice and sweetened fruits and beans.  If special, it has an ice cream.  Halo-halo is also a metaphor of the culture of the Filipino.  The more, the merrier.  I wrote a poetry in honor of this favorite concoction.  I think, halo-halo is the epitome of the Filipino’s penchant for sweets and cold food, a hit during summer days.

 

Ang Pagkain ng Halo-Halo

 

Ang pagkain ng espesyal na halo-halo ay katulad ng pag-ibig

Kainin muna ang nasa taas

Ice cream, leche flan o minatamis na langka

Huwag hayaang matunaw ang ice cream.

Baka malusaw ang pag-ibig at di mo manamnam

 

 

Haluin ang yelo at ang ibang sangkap

Tikman ang asukal kung tama na

Hindi sobra, hindi kulang

Upang di matunaw ang yelo na may gatas,

kainin agad

Huwag patagalin

Pag nahanap mo na ang pag-ibig, huwag nang pakawalan

 

Ang mundo niyo ay makulay gaya ng mga sangkap

Walang iniwan, walang dapat itapon

Pagkat lahat ay bumubuo sa inyong kuwento.

You Are Salt

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You are like salt with sourness

This sourness I devour

In your arms,

In your breasts

In your shoulders as wide as the sea.

 

And as we dive into the deep recesses of the

sea

We found the most beautiful pearl among the creatures

Of the forest at the bottom of the sea,

With unclasped hands

Our arms stretched to the sky.

 

 

That Thing Called Serendipity

Was it serendipity when we met
And left
Were friendship carved in stones

Those epistles speaks of fondness
While you were in a different shore
Two continents facing each other
like two crescent moon.
The unforgetable exchanges
of  memoirs in foreign land
Where you go deep

in the physical jungle
And me in the corporate jungle

Is it also a matter of choice
And of voice to
speak our truths and
speak what our hearts content

In the stillness of silence
Our hearts are yearning
Our eyes speaks deep love’s longing

But how did you allow free fall also
to rule what should have been
between us?

Was it also a matter of choice?

Solace

I cannot resist

The lick of your tongue on my bare shoulders

As you touched the mouth of my goblet

 

I have to forget you,

To stop being captured

By your gaze

I melt

like ice dripping

 

Your body graphed against my skin

In an ebb and flow cycle

I fear being vulnerable

Two souls grappled for

that solace.