Felt it was
Thought it was
But…it wasn’t

I saw you, so close to me
Your lips next to mine
But when the amber’s gone
You vanished

The cinder is my only salvation
But it has now turned to ashes
And the wind has blown away the flicker of my hope

it could have been
The sweetest of things

It was…
or so I thought
But never was…never should be
My only chance now to kiss those lips
Are in my dreams

Everything so perfect
Or so I thought
But everything is nothing…but a mirage




Teacher-Writer Hardpen is my nom de plume. My real name is Massuline Antonio Dupaya Ligaya. Many times I was asked the question, "Why do you write?" I don't write for rewards nor adulation. When I write poems, stories, and essays, when I do research, seeing them completed gives me immense joy and satisfaction. I don't write for cash incentives, "likes," and "praises." I would be thankful if I'll have them but the happiness and sense of fulfillment I feel when completing my works are my real rewards. Is teaching difficult? No! When I teach, I don't work but I play. The classroom is my playground, the students are my playmates, and the subject is our toy. Proud to be me! Proud to be a FILIPINO! TO GOD BE THE GLORY!

Posted on September 23, 2017, in Poetry, Tula. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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