Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Bohe : Sons of the Waves Trailer

   Samal Palau or commonly known as "Badjaos", are the second Sea Gypsies in the world. Driven out from the sea considered to be outcasts and the lowest among tribes, meek , vulnerable and displaced. They hail from the Southern parts of the Philippines to escape from conflicts and constant abuse.This is a story about those who found an island of hope they call " Badjawan Island", a tiny patch of land in Southern Luzon. In this Island 5 badjao boys (Harun, Rasul, Manel, Jamil and Carding) save the day .

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Some words are missing

I have so many beautiful words to say
but some words are missing
my heart pauses as if to say
something better than its beat
human beings are not better than waves
as it casts tides
or wash out stones from seashores
it is not human to have better words
than the sight of dew on leaves
it comes with thinking deeper 
deeper than our hearts can contain
it is not the brain working
when you feel and can't speak
I will leave you few words
so it will mean and stay
saying to much to someone 
who has heard it all
hoping it would be remembered

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

happy island

by Linda Bansil

I remembered the sea foam
they mattered so much when I was idle
unrelenting currents freeze the sun
hair swinging in the deep waters of Laminusa
they lave me to go farther
much farther than I can
deep below hair intertwined
with the ocean sea grass
tied to them  I never leave

May 12, 2012

Monday, May 14, 2012

a door

by Linda Bansil

Nobody taught us how to run 
so we are leaving
but not moving
We stand still 
until every bullet had fell
take us back to the house 
shoot your gun
lock the door
we have no more relatives left
to pick us up on the floor

Friday, May 04, 2012


Bullets can drench your skin in blood
but can't poke a hole to your soul
it can never defile your prayers
or defeat your purpose
sponsor change or recall
it destroys the barks of trees
it stops us from moving
it lapses peace
what is made of steel
doesn't hinder hope
or bring you closer to the end of pain
but it brings us to Allah
never let your soul complain
this place is brighter
it doesn't have a name
nobody owns it
share it our soul is lighter now
our steps are foretold

I am not afraid

by Linda Bansil

I am wearing a steel armor made of prayer
it is stronger than silver and it is tight enough to breathe
Come walk lets look at them in the eye
Come death come joy 
I am not afraid 
come dust come soul
words will not hurt
words grow but not have roots
Come shaheed come love conquer the street

Thursday, May 03, 2012

I am not lost

by Linda Bansil

Today I am not lost
not lost for words I say
the biggest mosque is in space
and I am not anywhere far
maybe not too near
I am here