Because you’re brave.

Life works in such a crazy way. Even there are struggles along the way, you will survive the storm. You’ll conquer heights. You’ll fight for what you dream on.

Remember, you’re ingenious.

When things are not working the way you plan it, just keep on trying. From plan A, proceed to plan B. There is no easy route in this life. You’ll experience falling a lot of times but if there’s falling there is also catching. Catch yourself. Stand firm on the ground. Live what you believe. There is no remedy from failure than to end up winning in the end. Believe in yourself.

Dear, you’re patient.

Remember, for all the things lost there are precious things left to find. Patience, dear. There’s a pot of gold in a rainbow, just like there’s¬† a “good job” in life. You’ve reached this far, wait a little more. Soon things will unleash itself and you will find treasure the least you expect it so aim for more.

And so you’ll grow.

Like a butterfly, you’ll spread your wings and fly to the sky. Don’t be blinded by the light. It will serve as your guide. Reach for your aspirations. Never stop dreaming. Flap your wings and say “Hello, World! Watch me, I’ll conquer you!” You have wings to aim high and eyes to settle your goals. Worry less. Be brave enough to fight for what is best.

And because of that, you’ll grow.

Because you’re a survivor.

And you survived. Job well done! Life’s tough but so are you. So grow. There’s no stopping now. Push ahead. Keep on blooming. Life’s sweet reward awaits you! ūüôā

I’m in love with Sunrise

Just as deeply as I am in love with you.

I remember us holding hands while waiting for the sky to paint us a magnificent combination of yellow and orange in a splash of its bluish canvass. Slowly, like magic, dark clouds give way to a brilliant color scheme tantalizing both our eyes. A mesmerizing view — a sunrise with you.

And then I looked at you.

And I’m amazed. I’m amazed how your eyes can hold a new set of sunrise. A sunrise that lights up my heart. How those mix of colors can be so beautiful and captivating when you lift my head and stare at me, fascinated and wandering. “I can watch a million sunrises with you, but nothing can compare beauty whenever I look at you,” you said to me.

And how can I respond to those unwavering words. It just felt so good. And it even felt so good when you held my hand and slowly placed it in your chest. And I feel it, your heart’s sudden throbbing. “You’re the only one who can make this stir and beating,” you added.

I never knew how moving it is to realize how your heart beats for me. You made me want to watch more sunrise with you. You’re just my good days and all the days that will follow. And when i looked back, I want to see how far we’ve reached — how this overflowing love can create million sunrises by just looking through each other’s eyes and feeling each other’s heart.

Love is beautiful. It blends colors and ¬†suddenly, you can create exquisite pictures together. We’re like that — a mix of black and white splashed with dazzling colors forming a picturesque masterpiece. Love is a masterpiece and so are we.

We held hands while we watched the sun rising on the horizon. I’m in love with sunrise, I said. But I can never love something as much as I love you. I’m in love with sunrise. But I’m more in love with you.



Art of Leaving

‚ÄúWe leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.‚ÄĚ
‚Äē Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon

There is no good in goodbye.

Even the bluest of sky will soon get dark.

Even the strongest of people tend to go weak.

Even those who promise to stay will later on leave.

There is no good in goodbye.

Those who were left will be broken, but it will also broke you, who will leave.

You will start again. New horizons will be waiting for you. There will lie a path for you to cross, a direction you will choose. You will be brave. Yes, you will. You have reached this far and the destination you will be going will surely test you. But be tough, dear! Life lies a bunch of opportunities for you to try out. Say hello to new things, to new people, to new atmosphere. Say hello to the new YOU!

There is no easy thing in this world. ¬†There is no proper way to say goodbye. But those you left will understand you. They will wish you all the best. They’ve been with you through good and¬†tough times to hope for your success. They may be hurt seeing you go, but they will support you throughout. Loving is never hard and so they will love you through and through.

You will say hello to the new world ahead of you and they will say goodbye because they need to. But all of you will get over it — the leaving.¬† Endings mark new beginnings. ¬†And beginnings unleash new discoveries. Endings are necessary. Sometimes you need to close some doors to see new windows. Endings are not goodbyes, rather they are hellos.

There is no good in goodbye.

You will leave but in the hearts of those you love — you will forever stay.

Because there is really no such thing as goodbye. Rather, there is this thing called see you again.  ###



I am lost.

See, I do not know where I am heading. Left or right. Forward or backward. There are a lot of things going around and I can’t seem to comprehend why things happen the way it is. Things keep bugging me and I can’t seem to stop it, because the truth is, I really can’t. Because there is a more powerful being, up there, who knows the reason for all of these.

And so I realized, I need to freshen up my mind and to sort things out. There is no easy route¬†towards¬†change than to see that you’ve actually grown — heart and mind. Change is necessary when things get too habitual. When there’s nothing left of¬†you than to grow and face what fears you.

The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you can’t do. So try new things. Explore. For the past years, I’ve realized that the best kind of woman is the one who stood up for what she¬†believes. The woman who¬†lives up her dreams. And so I will keep on dreaming and to achieve it soon.

I am lost.

But I know sooner where I am heading.

I am heading somewhere. Somewhere where all my dreams, plans, and aspirations come into reality.

I am lost.

But with God’s grace, He will grant my heart’s desire. Surely, I will. Surely, I can.

I don’t know where I am going, but I’m on my way.

Because for whatever I lost, I will find.###


Hinanap ko ang hangganan ng bawat pangungusap na maari kong maisulat tungkol sayo. Tulad nang pagpilit kong makahanap¬†ng tamang salita sa¬†mga tula¬†kong walang tugma at sa tuwinang pagpapalit ko sa mga liriko ng kantang tingin ko’y ‘di akma. Mahirap.

Ilang espasyo na ba ng papel ang aking nalaktawan dahil hindi ko mabuo ang ideyang wala palang kahit anong alaala o kahit sinuman ang papalit sa espasyong iniwan mo sa puso ko mula noong sinabi mong hanggang dito na lamang tayo. Umasa.

Naalala ko noong sinabi mong ako ang iyong simula lalo na ang iyong dulo.¬†Tulad ng¬†ibig¬†sa salitang¬†pag-ibig; tulad ng mahal¬†sa salitang pagmamahal.¬†Sinabi mong ako’y iyong inibig dahil ako’y iyong¬†mahal.¬†Ngunit bakit bigla na lamang naglaho, ang pag-ibig mong minsan sa aki’y iyong ipinangako.

Ngunit magkagayunman, kahit kailan hindi ako lumisan.

Hinintay ko pa rin ang pagbabalik mong walang kasiguraduhan.

May kahihinatnan pa ba ang kuwento nating minsan mo ring sinabing pang-habang buhay?

O ang kuwentong ito’y ating tutuldukan na lamang.

Dahil mahirap umasa lalo na sa mga bagay na panandalian.

Lahat ng bagay may hangganan.

Kaya ako’y hanggang dito na lamang.

Ito ang katapusan.

Oo, may dulo ang walang hanggan.




passing of time

Mahirap ang maghintay.

Hindi ko na mabilang kung ilang beses na akong tumingala sa langit. Hinihintay ang pagpapalit ng kulay ng kalangitan mula asul patungong kadiliman.

Kaisa ako ng madilim na kalangitan. Naisip kong mas mahiwaga ang dilim. Mas mapagpanggap. Mas payapa. Ngunit sa huli, hindi asul o itim ang makakapagpanatili sayo dahil mas pinili mong sumama sa taong ang gusto’y ¬†kulay ng palubog na araw.

Mahirap ang maghintay.

Ilang beses ko na bang¬†pinagmasdan ang pagkalagas ng dahon ng punong minsan nating naging tagpuan. Naalala ko noong minsa’y minapa mo sa isang dahon ang ating pangarap. Sinulatan ang dahon ng ating pangalan at ng salitang walang hanggan. Hanggang bumalik ako doon isang araw, at ang naabutan ko na lamang ay isang kalbong puno kasabay ng pangarap nating tuluyan nang nakalimutan.

Mahirap ang maghintay.

Ilang beses ko na bang binilang ang bawat hakbang ng aking paa. Umaasang matagpuan kita. Nagbabakasakaling aksidenteng mabangga kita at matanong mo man lang kung “kumusta ka?” Dahil minsan ang isang¬†kumusta ka¬†ay isa na ring pamamaalam sa bawat¬†alaala nating binuo ng magkasama.

Mahirap ang maghintay.

Mas mahirap ang umasang darating ka.

Pinakamahirap ang umibig sa isang alaala.



Pero sa huli mas magandang maghintay ng panibagong pag-alalayan ng magandang alaala.

Tulad ng muling pagliwanag ng madilim na kalangitan.

Tulad ng pagusbong ng mga dahon sa punong ating naging tagpuan.

Tulad ng patuloy na paghakbang ng aking mga paa sa daang may maghihintay sa pagdating ko.

Maghihintay ako.

Hindi sayo.

Hihintayin ko sya.

Mahirap maghintay.

Pero sa kanya na pahahalagahan at iibigin ako ng buo kasama ng mga kamalian ko, bakit hindi?

Dahil ang pinakadalisay na pag-ibig ay sadyang hinihintay.

Mahirap maghintay.

Pero hindi ako titigil na umibig ng dalisay.



Missing you

I miss you ‚ÄĒ
Three words you never knew
How hard I fell for you
But you never fall for me, too.

I miss you ‚ÄĒ
Like how the trees missed its leaves during fall
Like how the rainbow failed to appear
After the rain poured.

I miss you ‚ÄĒ
Like the lacking pages
of my unfinished book
Like the tattoo of your name in my wrist
you didn’t care to look.

This is how I miss you.
It’s as if everything around me is you.
Yet I always left wondering
Did you ever miss me too?


A Letter for You

Dear You,
It has been a year or two
Since I wrote about you
it’s as if the words lost all of its hue
Like a love that I once knew.

Dear You,
I’m still figuring out why
When you left, days killed me as it passed by,
How easily love can die
And what’s left were your painful lies.

Dear You,
Everything around me reminds me of you
And the spaces between my fingers still search for you.
And when it still chills me When the wind blew
Knowing there are no arms that will wrap me like you used to.

Dear You,
Moving on is never easy
But holding on to you is not an option for me.
We build a love that is amazing to see
But in the end, we’re still not meant to be.

Dear You,
This is the last poem I will write about you.
The hardest part of it all is when you left without a clue.
You should have find courage to say goodbye but you never really do.
So this is a farewell to a love that is not true.



I saw you in my dreams last night.
You stare at me like I’m a beautiful sight.
But I looked away like I’m in a flight
Yet you held your gaze like you’re hugging me so tight.

So tell me, how can I forget you?
When couples walked hand in hand, I saw you.
When love songs played on radio, I hear you.
When random people passed by, I smell you.
When my blanket covered me in a cold night, I feel you.
When I sip my coffee first thing in the morning, I taste you.

How can I forget you?
When you are the period ‚ÄĒ
an end to my run-on sentence
When you became a verb ‚ÄĒ a past tense.

Can I forget you?
Definitely yes. I have to.
Because what’s worse than forgetting
is all about remembering.

To remember ‚ÄĒ
that once upon a time
On the 31st of October,
When the vicinity is full of lovers
You asked me if I can be yours forever.
And the next day, I knew, what we have is over.

And what I need to remember ‚ÄĒ
Is that courage is finishing something
that has not yet started.
That letting you go
is better than holding on will do.

So this is how I forget you ‚ÄĒ
To remember that never did I ever love you.