Small World of Words

      As I was standing alone outside our office today; waiting; I try figuring out where will be my destination for our lunch break. I was alone; I try calling my friends, but they are busy or they just don't want me around. Since I was alone, I try wandering the streets under the scalding heat of the sun. I thought that my sojourn to nowhere will be ineffective, but I was wrong. And then I found my self standing outside a bookstore here in our place. This bookstore is my sanctuary; whenever I am alone and weary, I go here and indulged the serenity and the comforting feeling that the place provide to a bibliophile like me.      As I go inside of the bookstore, there is this one book that caught my attention. The book is entitled " Midnight Monologue" Written by Charrissa Ong Ty. And when I open the book, I saw this certain page and I was captivated of the text that I have read.        These lines reflects the situation ...

Calendar's days are numbered The pun words that they spit out; Are the snake's expectorate. At first I thought that this place is a perfect picturesque of heaven; But no, as time pass by,  It slowly become a hell with  full of fluorescent lightning. As I hear those very loud noise of denigration; I can't help but to question my own reputation. I didn't came here for them to belittle with; I came here to seek a good hereafter. I didn't came here just for them to discriminate; Why not say those euphemism in my face? A backward poet always write rearward. Greeted by those bonhomous smile;  But I never thought there is a thick vizard they wear. Really Sherlock? No! you are very clever! How am I suppose to devote them; If their will is a dead give away? I thought I can make some musketeer here; But no, I was wrong. Champagne for my real friends, and; Real pain for my sham friends!

Isolated I can't handle my sentiment; Because of what I hear. I don't know, if that was a compliment; Or was it just a piece of fear. I don't know what I did. So many things they forbid. I don't know what I did; to be treated like this. And now, I can't get this out of my head; how will I get out of this mess? I didn't come here for them to belittle with. I came here to have a good hereafter. But no, they are mocking the greed Little by little; I can't pull my self together I wish they have a little consideration; I feel like I am stung of a hundred dose of humiliation. I don't know what to do; Everyone around me is a foe.

"One best book is equal to hundred good friends but, one good friend is equal to a library."       They say that out of 7 billion people around the world, there is this one person that is destined to be your best buddy. But as for me, I am lucky enough to have more than one. When that time, that God throw away those people to be your best companion, I guess I am awake that time, that I catches 9 of them.  Late day of January 2017      I first met them when I was on my first year in college. At first, we are mousy, that we barely notice and greet each other. But when the time goes by, the shyness that we feel before when we first met was gone by just one sincere and thoughtful smile. As we get along, we get the chance to know each other very well. We share the same interest in life. I guess that is one of those reasons why we easily became comfortable with each other.  When we hangout       We hangout, just...

One Beautiful starry night Set me adrift on the bay tonight, Tonight when the gray winds blow Over the waves to the western stars My banca and I must go You would have built me an altar here Where lingers the wave born dew And I would have taken the silver dusk To gather young dreams for you But the western lagoons and the lonely stars -  They whisper across the sea And I must go to a misty shore  That calls through the dark to me. Then set me adrift on the bay tonight, Tonight when the sad winds blow And over the wave to the western stars Evening and I will go The poem entitled "But The Western Stars" is a classic Filipino poem that was written by Angela Manalang - Gloria, a Filipina poet in English Language. The story that was describe by the poem is pretty sad, but that was one of those factors that make the poem beautiful and nostalgic.  Traditionally, this poem is read as a meditation on death. In traditional...

My very first day towards eternity; But it seems very unfriendly. I don't know if its me, Or was it because of my hostility. The room was very silent; I was trying to be patient. I was so out of place; Lost in the silence that I can't replace. They are all smiling; But I guess that means nothing. Nothing in the sense of nonsense; I saw it through their pretenses of indifference I don't know what to do; Aren't they suppose to teach me though? But no, they just look; Just like they are reading a book. 

Oh! You’re here. Hi! So, you’ve reach my blog! Congratulations! Welcome to my own small world of words! But before you will proceed reading, let me just give you a WARNING, well, I just want to call it a WARNING, HAHA! :D Blogging serves as my outlet every time I am stressed both in work and the things that are happening around me. Furthermore, it serves as the repository of my thoughts when I am inspired to write. What you will see and read in this blog are based on my random emotions. So, apparently most of my post here are just my random thoughts right at that moment; you can also see some of my random photos and videos (well, hopefully) here and the things that are currently happening to me. And oh, I also write poems so, feel free to read them. J Anyway, let me go straight ahead to who I am. Hi! I’m Dyvan Nikka Rosal. My close friends in college call me “debs or dyvan” while people at home and my childhood friends call me “nikka”. Well, it’s up to you what would ...