Monday, November 14, 2011

so long my Kiss...


Why do you have to leave this soon
your stares,calls and kisses linger
you who taught me more
things I never knew I could.

days we spent were full
of a love almost divine.
a face that shines when hugged
oh when would I get through...

side by side we filled...
our nights of warmth and care.
in our hearts we shared...
your smile,your love remained.

I gave you all I had...
but more from you I got.
someday somehow I hope..
to love and care once more.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Royal Palace & Mekong Riverside' Phnom Penh



            Magnificent is such a small word to describe Royal Palace's grandeur...a display of a perfect Khmer Architecture featuring its defensive wall,throne hall,Temple of the Emerald Buddha,stupas,towering spires,mural paintings and its Moonlight Pavilion.
             It was on a windy afternoon when I and my sister in law visited its grounds.The richness of the palace was overwhelming,silver and gold all over,adorning its walls and buddhas.No wonder there were guards scattered everywhere.In some parts of the palace we were prohibited to take pictures for security and sanctity reasons.Royal Palace is a worship place for buddhists,for them its a holy place meant for praying and offering gifts for their deities.
              An extravagant home suited for their gods,a far cry from the lives of their poor devotees hardly coping in extreme poverty.But that is a different story,nevertheless I couldn't keep from wondering in such  an outrageous display of wealth,while a lot of Khmers are craving for the basic necessities in life.
       


Mekong Riverside

         

Illusive Butterfly...



       
            I,Ruselle & Nono my dearest friends way back in high school were having our usual,favorite past time..day dreaming...dancing in wild abandon off stage.We were in Tia Nene's garden in our beloved hometown,waiting for our afternoon rehearsal in one of our numerous shows.Out of nowhere a butterfly flew over us,simultaneously an idea flashed from our youthful,excited minds.At that instant "Illusive Butterfly" an interpretative dance was conceived.For the three of us,it was the most memorable dance we had ever performed in our school.
           "Illusive Butterfly" was a story of a boy painting a beautiful girl on a canvass.While admiring the girl in his painting he fell asleep...slowly the girl on the canvass came to life,floating,pivoting and pirouetting gracefully under the moonlit night.Together they danced with sweet caress to the rhythm of their beating hearts,under the flickering starlight.Twirling round and round the mystical garden through the night.And lo!as sudden as she came to life,she disappeared in the dark,leaving him bewildered and alone.His dream girl gone..like the illusive butterfly who flew from his palms.Dejected and forlorn..he fell asleep with a heavy heart,only to find out when he awoke...it was all a dream.The mysterious,lovely girl was still on his canvass,standing poised on her toes,her left leg lifted backwards.Her illuminated face slightly tilted towards the heavens,her left arm lifted lightly on her side,her right reaching the illusive butterfly.Just as he painted it.A perfect silhouette of a pretty ballerina of his dreams.
            Though we had parted ways to fulfill our respective dreams and aspirations,our affection for each one lingered and treasured as years gone by.Nono was the one who almost fulfilled our dreams,at least he's in show business and made a name for himself.He may not be the famous ballet dancer we all aspired, he still is in that line.He is the Art Director of a leading television company of the country.While me and Ruselle had walked a very different path from our dreams.Ruselle is now a competent government employee and quite happy and satisfied in his field.Me?I found my stage in a home of three wonderful boys and a loving husband.
            Who would have thought that our dance "Illusive Butterfly"was like an omen...a prediction of our future.A dream of three aspiring,teen dancers that never came to reality...a great,illusive dream and stayed as it was thirty and more years ago.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

That joy within...

 
       

They say you're lonely...
so let them be.
for in truth you'll never be.

The image they see...seems so...
to ponder they always do...
what good will it give you?

Live your days...
give yourself that gift you longed.
the one you gave so long ago.

If no one cares..
it's you who's left...
to feel that joy within.

Alone isn't lonesome..
for it's the only way and time...
to meet the you inside.

The dreams you kept..
forgotten as the years went through...
the life you chose made you.

From within radiates..
a love so pure and true.
for all that's dear to you.