MeerkatWalk

Inkheart by MeerkatWalk

“Budong” by MeerkatWalk

Rainy days and Mondays...

Sketch the boredom away.

Penned (3)

I was once asked to write a personal composition describing a burning candle...

I couldn’t think of how...

And so... this...

                                               “SEEKER”

For every footstep I hear, a pounce through my chest

Solitary, not a single soul can claim me

I stare at you while you stumble upon faces, searching the infinite

And I am one to wonder how to beseech the wanderer

To find a single sand amongst pebbles

A quest for answers to questions asked in thin air

When will I be descried?

For not so long now, every anguish might turn into despair

The dreaded silence is a punch to bear

Left with your shadow, a cape to my endless dreams

A cynosure to my existence you chose to forget

Oblivious, you still seek the infinite

Blissful with the millions

Ignoring the lifetime.

Scribble, doodle

It’s not a poodle

Scribble, doodle

What’s in the middle?

“SENTIMYENTO”

Sa bawat luha na tumatagaktak

Sa namumula mong pisngi

Patungo sa namumutla mong labi

Ang latak ng tahanang sawi

Ang siyang nagpapakirot

Sa maninipis mong balat

Na balot ng sigalot

Di mo malilimot ang kahapon na puno ng tawanan

Saan na nga ba napunta ang masasayang pinagsamahan?

 Itinakwil ang sumpaan

Na kailanman walang iwanan

Tila ba isang bangkang papel

Dahan-dahan sa pagtiklop

Hangad ay perpektong mukha

Kahit di mo naman masikmura

Ang hampas ng dakilang alon

Kumakabig sa gumuguho mong damdamin

Paano nga ba mapapawi ang dulot na pighati?

 Tinuruan mo ko ng pagtiwala

Hinangad ko ang pag-asa

Hinintay ko ang pagtawa

Subalit …

Natuto ako ng pagkamuhi

Natanaw ko ang pagtatapos

Nadatnan ko ang parusa

Parusa na sana…

“Sana…”                  

The Tale of Howl: Moving to a New Castle

I was a month and two weeks old. I found myself keeping my body's warmth inside an old carton box. There was this stench of dampness as I crouched inside it. I could hear ear-piercing honks of vehicles and the terrible thump of feet from passersby. Voices sounded like loud shrieks and I understood nothing from it. There was this occasional feeling of being lifted and examined as I confusingly commanded myself not to open my eyes. I was afraid...

About 9 hours slowly passed by, I could no longer feel my legs. I could not find the energy to stand up. My nose felt weird. My tongue had gone dry. My ears could only lift as high as an inch from its sloppiness. My ever rumbling stomach had been craving for even just a hot soup. I was alone…

I wanted to scream. I thought I was done for. Then suddenly, I felt a very excited touch. It was different. I heard a voice, like my mother singing to me the sweetest lullaby. For the first time I felt safe. I opened my eyes…

Two months later, I'm now the king of my castle. I can run the staircase back and forth, though I'm sometimes scolded for the loud noise my paws against the stairs makes. I love nipping on the wooden cabinet and pulling out the pieces of clothes that my paws and teeth can reach. I love playing fetch with my white stuffed kitty with blue eyes, but never did I give it back without a fight. I also have a purr-y friend, Sumire, whom I love to bully. I love asking for biscuits and bread. And the most favorite thing I do - chasing heels, hugging my mother’s legs and nipping on her jeans. I am as happy as a child with a cone of ice cream on a sunny day…