hallway crush

Its amazing how one can find inspiration in the most mundane of things. Last business trip here, we had to go to and fro the server room everyday. That meant a lengthy 10 minute walk from our cubicles on the 3rd floor to the server rooms on the first. And that in turn meant walking through long hallways .. elevators and whatnot. Just my luck on one of those trips, I chanced upon one *absolutely pretty* girl. Never have I been drawn to write something for somebody I met for all of 5 seconds. I guess homesickness can do a lot to ya.

A Gray Skirt, A Black Shirt

your strained eyes fix on hers
across the silent halls

praying that it remembers
her sight that hid the walls

a stalled memory in all its worth
will you keep of her face

and a gray skirt, a black shirt
and her short, sudden gaze.

05/29/2006
RGalang

the march of sadness

Its been a while since I last posted something, i've been busy, i guess.
So here is something I wrote a few months ago while on a writing binge. Its fairly simple, the theme being musical instruments and growing old and creaky -- something like that. Ive fallen in love with the word sadness-madness ... and with the concept of the name of months used as adjectives, like "the january of december", "the slow march of january" -- that sort. so here is something that is simple, yet i still find it nice, and it sits close to my heart, for i wrote it for myself. (^^)

the march of sadness

the drummer strikes the yellowed canvas
ringing the madness of your breaths

bugles break the stained walls of glass
as the light arc shines on the crests

the notes blare on the silenced horns
whose noise fill the voids that yearn

and flutes sing out to he who mourns
as the march of sadness play silently on

05/29/2006
RGalang