Valediction As Katipunan.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is easy to say that i do not know you,
really, likewise much easier for you to say the same,
in a party, where comparisons feast upon
each other, where insults are hurled without so much
minding,
sometimes we feel humiliated, belittled like nitwits,
how the world becomes too bloated before us
where we are but pins, and even mothballs, or nails or
some, though still feel like hammers and wrenches and
steel balls, or even fire,
but in a thorough scrutiny, in deeper thoughts, in our
pondering moments as wannabe philosophers of our tiny times,
honestly, we too are trapped inside this cave of our
ignorances, long before we have entered this winding darkness,
we, having not really known too well the mysteries of our
lies and deceptions, our surviving skills, our kits of
pretenses, our chameleon genes, flexible though not that
intelligent to the highest degree of our humanity,
adaptable, and always fitting it like some dado joints on
that wooden existences at times,
thus forgiving our selfishness at times,
we say, i am sorry, i still have to shake hands with my self,
need more time to know it, master it, restrain it,
filter its words, wait for time, and learn what love really is.

the point is, we are better, much better now,
left alone with our idiosyncrasies, our uniqueness,
to each his own misery, to each his own joy.

perhaps, the right time comes, when the genuine sharing is
felt, and having felt it, the intimacy begins.