Sige, umulan ka.

Sa lubos mang sigla't kasiyahan.
Sa lugmok mang kapighatian.
Huwag hawiin ang lilim ng mga alapaap.
Hayaan mong ang bawat patak ay aking malasap.
At ang bawat hampas ng hangin,
Ay siyang udyok ng aking damdamin.
At ang bawat sigaw ng kidlat,
Ay siyang boses kong salat.

Sige, umulan ka.
At huwag na munang tumila.
Hayaan mong maging bingi ang aking mga tainga.
Hayaan mong maging manhid ang aking pagkalinga.
At sa agos ng tubig mo'y ako'y tumatalima.
Hanggang sa ang sukdula'y tanaw ko na.
Bahagharing kay ilap.
At araw na salukbong ang mga ulap.

Sige, umulan ka.
Sige, umulan ka.

Hamartia

“Endless are the possibilities of man.” A callow optimist would fanatically declare. But a stray bullet or an insidious deception could mark such an assertion, a fallacy. What is then eternal may become finite; limited. And so I dare ask; is there really infinity to man’s possible greatness?

An explosion of a star or a collision of wandering rocks could ruin us to oblivion. A single shattered dream, or a broken heart, or a villainous idea could pulverize us to nothingness. Soon enough, no one will bear witness to us all. Not even the putrid silence of death will be forgiving. If so, then all our mortal efforts would soon be for naught. For at the end of the road, the cosmos will never bother to remember nor commemorate man’s exhaustive exertion to be the very definition of prominence.

The absurdity of our ambitious labors to bring forth and make use of a highly digitized and yet mindless arsenal to preserve our heritage is a hoax worth a sarcastic appraisal. Is it really our legacy we so fought hard to conserve? Or is it just the mere bacchanalia of vanity and intellectual arrogance we want to show off?

It is nothing but repulsive when one reviles the obsolete qualities of the past. The contemporaneity of time abominates the best repertoires of history. It annihilates the inter-relatedness of what was then- to what is now- to what will be.

We will never learn.

We obsessively believe that because we are here now in a date and time that surpassed yesterday, we are better than all of the years before combined. True. We are better than what was used to. But in time, we will just be a part of that yesterday we so lovingly despised. And all of them will look back at us and say we will never be greater than they are.

It is such a shame that in our futile attempts to emulate greatness, we lose our value in such a goal-less pursuit. It is then safe to say, that it is not our birthright that we want to survive. It is the grandeur of our aggrandizing ego that we want to boast for all eternity. But then again, man’s possibilities are not endless. It is predetermined eons ago by the stars. And our depraved certainty is the vexation of our existence; our sadistic downfall.