Wonderful Melodies

A Poem Dedicated for ALL Overseas Filipino Workers..

WONDERFUL MELODIES

The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of the Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an Eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes over me,
That my soul cannot resist;

A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.

Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.

For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavour;
And tonight I long for rest.

Read from some humble poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still hear in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.

Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
And silently steal away...

Mobile Phone

I was writing something when my mobile phone rang...missed call....from someone who have been a special part of my life...maybe she's thinking of me...maybe she missed me...I dunno...All I know is that...our story is like our mobile phones...

She simply doesn’t care about her PHONE:
That, she could live even without it
That, she could forget and simply leave it on her house
That, she doesn’t care if she does leave it
That, for her, “to hell with that phone!
Anyway I know I own it I could just simply get it anytime I want to.
That I know no one will get it. i hate his phone…i do hate it!

Why can’t she be just like before?!
Just like I do.

I love my phone so much, proudly 7650 nokia user (hehehe)
That I can’t even bear to left it at home and if I do I go back and get it!
That’s how important my phone is.

Every time I woke up...
Very excited to look on it, to read a new message…
Honestly expecting a message coming from someone so dear to me.
But I guess she is still sleeping at 8am or nine at her timezone...
No messages! No miscalls! No greetings! Too sad! Poor Dear phone!

Ever time I go out, go to office or go somewhere
I always do have my dear phone with me… so close yet…
Necessary! - Very important with me!
It’s like I can’t go on duty because I’m lacking paraphernalia.
It’s like I can’t carry on my job because I don’t have permit.
It’s like driving a car without gasoline.
It’s like wearing my beautiful shoes but no one could appreciate... (Connected bah?...heheheh)

All I know……
I treasure it badly….
I always think about it….
I can’t bear to leave it and to simply forget it.

That, I love my phone so much….
And that's how important she is to me…
That was before....

Coz sadly, I’m just like her phone....worthless to her... Too sad…very bad!

Ron:)
Abqaiq, KSA

Oh aking Anak!...

Oh aking anak, sa aking pagtanda
Unawain mo sana at pagpasensiyahan ako...

Kung matapon ko ang sabaw sa hapag kainan
O kaya'y makabasag ako ng pinggan
Huwag mo sana akong kagagalitan
Dahil lang yun sa kalabuan ng aking mga mata
at kahinaan ng aking katawan

Kung pinagagalitan man kita
Sa mga baso at pinggang iyong nabasag noong bata ka pa
Iyon ay dahil sa ayaw kong masusugatan ka...

Kung ang mga salitang sinasabi mo ay di ko naiintindihan at di naririnig
Huwag mo sana akong pagsasabihan ng "Bingi"
Mahina na talaga ang aking pandinig
Pakiulit na lang ng malakas-lakas
Hindi naman kailangang ako'y iyong sigawan
Upang tayo ay magkaunawaan...

Kung mabagal na akong maglakad ngayon
at hindi na makasabay sa iyong bilis at liksi
Pakihintay mo lang at alalayan sana ako
Katulad ng pag alalay ko sayo
Noong nag aaral ka pa lang maglakad
Habang tuwang tuwa akong pinag mamasdan ka...

Kung minsan na nagiging makulit ako
At parang sirang plakang paulit ulit ang mga salitang sinasabi ko
Huwag mo sana akong pagtawanan at kainisan
Gnayan ka rin kakulit noong bata ka pa
At nag iiyak ka pa kung hindi kita pinakikinggan
at hindi mo ako tinitigilan hangga't ang nais mo'y hindi nakakamtan...

Kung sakali mang knatatamaran ko na ngayon
Ang paglilinis sa aking katawan
At hindi na naliligo kahit ako'y amoy lupa na
Huwag mo sana akong pandirihan at piliting paliguan
Mahina na kasi ang aking katawan kapag ako'y nalalamigan...

Natatandaan mo pa ba noong bata ka pa?
Kahit ang dungis mo ay masaya kitang hinahalikan?
At matiyagang hahabulibn sa ilalim ng kama upang paliguan?

Kung palagi man akong nagsusungit at nagsisigaw
Iyon ay dala ng pagkainip sa loob ng bahay
At pagkadismaya na wala ng silbi pa ang aking buhay
Ipadama mo lang sana na may halaga pa rin ako sa iyong mundo
Katulad ng pagpapahalaga at pagpapadama ko sa iyo noon
at pagtutuwid ko sa mga pagkakamali at katigasan ng iyong ulo...

Kung may konti ka pang panahon
Magkuwentuhan naman tayo...

Sabik na sabik akong makausap ka
Subalit alam kong busy ka
Sa trabaho at sa mga gawaing bahay
Kaya't wala ka ng panahon para sa akin

Gusto kong malaman mong hinahanap hanap ko ang mga kuwento mo
At interesado pa rin akong makinig sayo
Katulad ng pagkukuwento mo noong bata ka pa
At tuwang tuwa akong pinakikinggan ka
Habang pautal utal kang nagkukuwento tungkol sa mga bagong kaibigan mo sa school

Kung ako man ay maihi at madumi
Dahil hindi na makabangon sa higaan
Huwag mo sana akong kagalitan at pandirihan
Katulad ng walang reklamo kong paggising sa gabi
At kahit anong pagod ay walang sawang titiisin ang antok
Upang linisin ang dumi at palitan ang iyong lampin
Huwag lang masira ang tulog mo
HIndi na baleng ako ang mapuyat
At makagalitan ng boss ko dahil aantok antok sa trabaho...

At kung ako'y maratay na sa banig ng karamdaman
Huwag mo sana akong pagsawaang alagaan
Gaya ng matiyaga kong pagaalaga sayo noong musmos ka pa lang
Bawat daing mo'y hirap na dinadala sa aking kalooban
Pagtiyagaan mo sana akong alagaan sa mga huling sandali ng aking buhay
Sapagkat ako naman ay hindi na magtatagal...

At kung dumating na ang aking takdang panahon
At ako'y haharap na sa dakilang lumikha
Ibubulong ko at hihilingin sa kanya
Na pagpalain ka niya, Oh aking anak!...
Dahil naging mapagmahal at maalaga ka...
Sa iyong mga magulang!...

Ron:)
Abqaiq, KSA

Patuloy Akong Maglalakbay

Habang ang aking mga paa'y walang kapagalan
Habang may dugong nananalaytay sa aking ugat at nagbibigay init sa aking pakiramdam
Habang malinaw pa ang aking paningin
Habang matalas pa ang aking isipan
Patuloy akong maglalakbay
Patuloy akong hahakbang patungo sa aking walang katiyakang destinasyon

Habang may natatanaw pa akong sikat ng araw
Habang may liwanag ng buwang tumatanglaw sa aking landas sa dilim ng gabi
Habang may simoy ng hanging dumadapyo upang pawiin ang pagkapagal ng aking katawan
Habang may mga puno akong nasisilungan
Patuloy akong maglalakbay
Patuloy akong hahakbang patungo sa aking walang katiyakang destinasyon

Habang sa akin ay may umaasa
Habang sa akin ay may naghahanap ng kasagutan sa kanilang mga tanong
Habang may sumasandig sa aking mga balikat
Habang may nais pang maniwala at magtiwala sa akin
Patuloy akong maglalakbay
Patuloy akong hahakbang patungo sa aking walang katiyakang destinasyon

Habang ako ay naniniwalang may puwersang higit na makapangyarihan kesa sa kalikasan
Habang ako ay nananampalatayang may isang tagapaglikhang nagbibigay ng buhay sa lahat ng nilalang
Habang ako ay naniniwalang siya lang ang tanging gabay ng lahat niyang nilikha
Patuloy akong maglalakbay
Patuloy akong hahakbang patungo sa aking walang katiyakang destinasyon

Dahil ang buhay ay patuloy na pakikibaka
Dahil ang buhay ay patuloy na pagharap sa mga hamon
Dahil ang buhay ay patuloy na pagsalunga sa agos
Dahil ang buhay ay patuloy na paglalakbay
Patungo sa isang walang katiyakang destinasyon

Pero habang may Bathalang patuloy na umaalalay at gumagabay sa aking paglalakbay
Patungo sa aking walang katiyakang destinasyon
Ang kasagutan ay nasa aking mga kamay
Kaya't patuloy akong maglalakbay...

ron:)
Abqaiq, KSA

DREAM STEALERS

"Guys, is there a certain point in your life when you experience that following the advice of those people around you was the main reason why you were not able to achieve your goal?"

DREAM STEALERS!..

Throughout my life, my friends and folks have offered me advice.
And though they meant the best for me, they sometimes wasn't nice.
They would always say my plans were just another crazy schemes.
And every time I listened, I let them steal my dreams.

I guess they feared, in case I failed, that I really shouldn't try.
So I would never spread my wings and never learned to fly.
But they're just folks who only see the world the way it seems,
and I am no longer going to let those people steal my dreams.

I know that there are many people out there that want to do much more.
Deep down, they know that they're capable of reaching beyond their goals.
But sadly it's the mediocre minds that bring them right back down.
And when they're down, they leave them stumble to the ground

I just want to tell you people to go after your dreams!
Don't let those dream stealers bring you down..
AIM HIGH!...BELIEVE THAT YOU CAN!...NEVER HESITATE!...
GO AFTER YOUR DREAMS!...SPREAD YOUR WINGS AND SOAR UP HIGH!...

ron:)

The Final Moments

I do not know how to start this story that drastically changed my life. Frankly, I hesitated to about divulging it at first. However, when I saw your replies on my post at asmsi.or.ph about my putting my faith into perspective, and embraced ISLAM, and out of my feeling of fear of GOD, I decided to again get hold of my pen and start scribbling what my heart wants to say.

Vehicular accident is among the highest rating cause of death in The Middle East. I myself, have winessed three particularly bad accidents and have been involved in the fourth one.
The first time involved two men whom I, being among the first to arrived in the crash site, helped pull them out of the car in the state of semi consciousness. The Policemen who arrived after a couple of minutes, knowing that the these two men are definitly dying, repeatedly asked them to to pronounce the "SHAHADA" or the witness of Allah as the one true God, and Mohammd as his prophet. Sadly, all they did was to blab about their work and worry about everything until they were exhausted and finally died.

The second, which happened quite sometime later involved a young man who was repairing his tire. While doing so, he was badly hit by a speeding car-when we saw him, his clothes were covered with blood, his limbs were almost torn apart, and we are certain that he is going to die. When the Police pick him up to bring him to the Hospital, we were surprised to hear him raised his voice and sung verses from the Holy Qur'an... The voice reciting verses from the Holy Qur'an!...We couldn't believe that a dying man could have a voice so beautifulthat it was almost Angelic. Just as the rescuers fixed hi inside the Ambulance, he lifted up his right index finger and pronounced the "SHAHADA" in a loud voice afterwhich he died.

The third leaves a clear picture in my mind up to this time. A friend of mine went out to buy food for our dinner. Four hours had passedand he did not return, that I started to get worried about him. So I rode my car and went around looking for him. On my way, I saw a car that was involved in an accident, it was turned over on it's side while flames were shooting over of it.

Getting nearer to the crash site, I was shocked to discover that it was my friends car, So I ran like hell trying to save him from the burning car. I found out that half of his body was charred and some of his flesh were melting and falling freely to the ground while he was still alive. I helped pull him out and laid him on the side of the road. within minutes, he opened his eyes and shouted: THE FIRE!!!...THE FIRE!!!... I talked to him trying to soothe his agony and promised him that I would bring him to the nearrest hospital as quickly as I could, but he refused and replied in a weak crying voice " It's no use now, I couldn't make it there"... Tears blurred my vision....My friend is dying in my lap and I can do nothing to help him, while some part of his body is being consumed by fire yet he is still alive... Suddenly he shouted: "WHAT SHALL I TELL HIM!....WHAT SHALL I TELL HIM!... so I asked him, "What will you tell whom?... Then he replied in a deep far away voice: "ALLAH"... Panic struck me when suddenly he let out a long sigh, afterwhich he died... The picture of that scene never left my mind...My dying friendburning up while shrieking "What shall I tell him?"...It keeps me awake all night while I was lying in my bed with the picture of my dying friend on my mind.

It never entered my mind that I would be the next victim...when one morning, while on my way to my work, I suddenly fall asleep while my car is running at a tremendous speed (about 160-180kph which is normal in KSA) I was awakened only when I hit something on the road. My car flew about 50 meters away from the crash site, and rolled over for five or six times. I thought of it as my final moment, and the last word that I utter was " My GOD, please take care of my soul"...I felt something hot struck my face, and I saw a flashing of bright light, afterwhich, I lost my consciousness. I dont know how long have I been in the car, but when I opened my eyes again, I was in the Hospital being treated for some few bruises which I got from the crash.
Everyone was surprised to see me alive with only few small bruises, while my car was a picture of a complete wreckage. I myself cannot believe that I am alive...but I believe, it is the will of GOD..

As I recall on my mind the three previous accidents that I have witnessed, and the one which I was involved, I realized that "THE FINAL MOMENTS" of the human being are probably the most important ones. If he was a good and pious believer, then he will be able to die calling the name of God, Otherwise he will be preoccupied with whatever earthly business that was preventing him from performing his duty towards God. When I came out of the Hospital, I go instead to prison, but I never regret it..It was there in prison that I heard the calling, when the IMAM, commencing the " Salatul Fajr" or prayer at dawn, sung an Arabic Phrase which means "COME HITHER TO THE RIGHT PATH AND PERFORM THE GOOD DEEDS"... I felt as if the caller was addressing me alone, calling for me to abandon my way of life, to close the curtain of the dark chapter of my life, and to start a new one following the path of guidance and light. That was then that i perform the "Ghusl" (cleansing ritual) to cleanse my body from the stains of my past, and I turned to Allah for repentance to cleanse my soul...And finally pronounced the "SHAHADA" for the first time in my life. Now, I always thanked and praise ALLAH, no one else deserves to be praised and thanked. From that point onward in my life, I am a changed person. I have always performed my religious duties and also planning to do "UMRAH" and "HAJJ" (pilgrimage to Makkah)...

WHO KNOWS WHEN I MIGHT DIE?

SUICIDAL

By this time I knew I was depressed.
As I sit in my office cubicle wondering what I was going to do and what was going to happen next...

.....I turn my head and see an object on a desk --
It makes me think of something else, and it in turn something else, ballooning into thoughts of global proportion..... .
....thoughts connecting from a cutter blade on a desk into a worldwide problem of universal doom.
In my mind's eye I see the world as hopeless...
the problems overwhelming...
change is insurmountable...
the whole of life as futile...
Hopelessness to Infinity...

.....My mind and heart are squeezed for their juices
vacillating between thought and feeling,
and feeling and thought
thoughts rebounding off feelings of sorrow.....

My mind searching for answers...
My heart is still....
The realization is solemn and deep: My life is over...
My death must occur...

There is no hope...
My heart is torn apart...
My tears overflowing..

How can I live ?...
...How can I die ?...
......How can I leave ?...

Will I know that I've hurt them ?
Will I know how they feel ?
I feel sorrow for them...
I feel sorrow for me...

Those whom I love ...
Those who loves me...