Don’t be sad, it’s only rainy

RainThere is one phrase you always keep dearly; it’s the title of one famous book “La Tahzan”, don’t be sad—the three words that all the time beautifully remind you to not be sad.

It’s rainy lately and getting up for work is a little harder. Just a little, because work is apparently a fun place to go. But no, don’t be sad, it’s only rainy. It’s only you walk by with your purple umbrella, your feet get wet and some splashes hit your trousers leaving brownish marks. You think of how convenient to be in that posh white city car or how easy to cut through the traffic on that scooter. But when you stand on the crossing bridge you end up thanking God of being at where you are.

You love rain, don’t you? You love the fresh air sensation it brings. And the water that drops magically from the sky. And you smile imagining your physics teacher would refuse to call it magic. And of course you love the excuse for you to stay longer under your blanket.  And the addictive lonely feeling. And the longing of someone you miss deeply. But you can’t be sad, it’s only rainy.

So, there is one phrase I always keep dearly; it’s the title of one famous book “La Tahzan”, don’t be sad—the three words that all the time beautifully remind me to not be sad. But for the love of God, sometimes I’m sad anyway, especially when it’s rainy.

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Some Things Are Beyond Control

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Some things are beyond control. Heart is one of them.

“You can’t plan on the heart.”

The verse was from a poem I knew from a lyric that happened to be one of my favorite songs now. It is actually a sad song, yet sweet and hopeful. It gets me so blue every time I listen to it (which of course due to some similarities to my reality). Isn’t it wonderful how our reality matches so well to others?

“You can’t plan on the heart,” he said.

Oh, I feel like he’s mocking me! Among other things, I surely know very well that heart is one thing I can’t plan. His saying is like a slap on my face—waking me up. If only I could plan on my heart—to control my very own heart—perhaps life would be easier. Perhaps, how would I know? But you should know what I mean.

You fall for someone who is so different from you, with some traits you normally can’t tolerate. You don’t exactly know why or how you want to be with this person all the time. Just to talk, to walk, to laugh, to dance, to get lazy, to eat, to have a drink, to watch movie, to sing, to travel, to cook, to shop, to play, to sleep with… despite all annoying habits. You’re simply drawn and trapped and get addicted.

It sucks when we’re losing control, doesn’t it? It sucks even more when things get complicated and we can’t get out. Or we don’t want to get out cause the heart says so. And then, voila, there is suddenly this almost-perfect-person comes by with all things you always wish for. A person who is available and sweet and thoughtful and funny and settled and humble and want you, yet your heart says no.

Damn no, you can’t plan on the heart, you can’t control it. Consequently, many times you have to swallow the bitterness of not being with the person you really want to be with.

—–

My Heart
By Frank O’Hara

I’m not going to cry all the time
nor shall I laugh all the time,
I don’t prefer one “strain” to another.
I’d have the immediacy of a bad movie,
not just a sleeper, but also the big,
overproduced first-run kind. I want to be
at least as alive as the vulgar. And if
some aficionado of my mess says “That’s
not like Frank!”, all to the good! I
don’t wear brown and grey suits all the time,
do I? No. I wear workshirts to the opera,
often. I want my feet to be bare,
I want my face to be shaven, and my heart–
you can’t plan on the heart, but
the better part of it, my poetry, is open.

To Whom It May Concern

RodriguezrealityBy: Rodriguez

Don’t sit and wait
Don’t sit and dream
Put on a smile
Go find a scene
I’m sure you’d meet
Someone who would really love you

Don’t sit and hope
Don’t sit and pine
If you’ve been hurt
Make up your mind
I’m sure you’d find
Someone who would really love you

I don’t know why you sit around
I only know if love is gone
Don’t sit alone with your pride

To whom this may concern to say
Don’t wait for love to come your way
Don’t waste your time
Make up your mind
And make it happen

I don’t know why you sit around
I only know if love is gone
Don’t sit alone with your pride
Listen to me and you would see
Just how fine your romance could be

I don’t know why you sit around
I only know if love is gone
Don’t sit alone with your pride
Listen to me and you would see
Just how fine your romance could be

Click here to listen to the song.

 

Today and several or many days later, I will post many poems by Rodriguez. I’m simply blown away by his words. How he used simple diction, yet he was able to compose it into a beautiful poetry.