Notes: This was originally input no. 4 in a literature notes for a class in college around 1989. The assignment was to pick a picture which you like to be.

I would like to be an inkblot. This way I would make people think. And based on their own experiences, they would relate to me what they think of. An inkblot in reality does not have a gender. It does not have a personality. It does not have a label. It is the society who creates a picture according to the world they believe in.
But then an ink can be formed into words if used by a pen. And these words create powerful points of delivering statements which may or may not agree with the society’s perception of thing. The challenge now is for us to write the right words. Are you ready?

Notes: Taken from the book Notes of Ideas by Nolit Abanilla. This piece was written in 1986.

LOVE WAVES

I wonder on a hazy sky,
With this question raised up, why?
Is it love I knew last night?
How you linger in my sight.

I walk along the ill-trodden path
I need someone to go through that
I look at you, I see that star.
Though I feel you’re not so far.

You look so sweet, deep in your eyes,
My spirit soars as if it flies.
When I’m with you I wont feel blue
Yes, It’s love, I really knew.

Notes: This is also taken from the book Notes of Ideas by Nolit Abanilla. This was written in 1984 and was published in 1988 in the Philwomenian.

The World Which Once Was Green

The world which once was green
Full of plants and birds we’ve seen
The moral values of our teens
Which made our world once was clean.

As time has all passed away
Those savage punks now go astray
Those garbage scatterred on our way
This’ what you see around today.

So now we count our daily hour
Our tears drip in grief and sorrow
The life we have no one would borrow
And so we look into tommorrow.

Notes: This was taken from the book Notes of Ideas by Nolit Abanilla. It was written around 1984 and was published in the literary section of the Philwomenian around 1988.

INVSIBILITY

Alone, I speak to else but me,
Myself disputes with all I see.
The rapid fall,
The unheared call,
“Myself” I say, “that must be all.”

Regained my strength, I built my tent,
Alone, I rest here in my nest,
Myself, so tall,
Unfunctional,
Away where no one else can call.

Again I hear myself in fear,
As they come near, See me in sheer,
Along the hall,
Away from walls.
Ah–yes, I must have a role.