Poetry: Three Poems by Gabriela Alexandra C. Tayag

Here Lie the Words

Tonight, I weep for the words that died

In silence.

Small utterances I muttered

In obsolescence.

I weep for the little laughs that I suppressed

That turned to shivers when you glanced;

            When my reflection in your eyes

            Has borne intrepid alluring lies.

I weep for the tiny tears that trickled down

That glazed my body as we danced

            To the melody that only I could hear,

            To the beat that pierced my veins with fear.

I weep for the whispers that my lips have sealed

While in your voice I was entranced,

            As you unleashed your soul into my universe

            I helplessly succumbed to this amorous curse.

I weep for the truth between the lines I spoke

That froze and passed upon a chance;

            For as of old, some stories would be left untold

            In your eyes, my love, my story never will unfold.

For I have crushed the words tonight,

In silence,

And the echoes drowned

In obsolescence.

From Nowhere

And then there it was

From Nowhere it appeared

Where Nowhere is a place

Inside my heart

An abrupt aching

Stubbornly dissipating

All my sanity

And then there it was

From terse and subtle ways

Where terse and subtle ways

Speak endearment

Gesticulating

A sweet yet bitter yearning

For felicity

How gaudy it was

The curve upon your lips

As you mockingly spilled

Sheer affection

Stepping on the brakes

When my eyes began to roll

Onto your lips

How taunting it was

You, deploring my touch

While touching me deeply

Enslaving me

Sensitizing me

Through a penumbra of sorts

Emotions in the mist

But then when I looked

Into your eyes, I saw

No trace of yester mist

But a tear drop

Like you loved me so

And you wished for me to know

But you let go

And then there it was

Your love that sneaked a throb,

Sneaked out and left me robbed,

Disconcerted

Like you needed me

And then you just said hello

And then you let go

And so here is love

In Nowhere it exists

And Nowhere is a place

Inside my heart

Constantly longing

To profess itself to you

From Nowhere.

The Ceiling

I saw a light on the ceiling

And tried to touch it with my hand

Only to find out it’s not there

And that it’s only in my mind

I leaped for it so freely

Only to find out how I’m bound

I marveled at its beauty

Only to find out I am blind

And so I closed my weary eyes

And tried to open them again

And this time I saw nothing

But felt from deep within

There is no ceiling;

There is no light,

No illusions that mask the sky.

Now I can leap and run about,

And I can even fly… 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Gabriela Alexandra C. Tayag, known to her friends as Gabo, is an avid Pablo Neruda fan. Even though a newbie and still in search for her own style, she confesses her love for the avant-garde. Gabo is a simple government employee now, who, every now and then, turns to her paper and pen to escape to her world of emotions.