the Day the Rain Came

Rain came the whole day,
bringing about a look of gloom
that stretched thru the sky,
hiding the sun to a place far away.

Droplets falling all around
as the wind was blowing gently
cold like how it was
in a song i came to know.

Only when the day,
began to give way to night
then did the rain,
decide to go away too.

The boys came out to play,
a soccer ball in their midst,
ants went scurrying,
forming a loosely black trail.

Heaving a sigh,
wishing i can take my bag,
reach for the door
and call it a day's end.

Weight On My Shoulders

What does the world ask of you?

What do you ask of yourself?

But whose ruler do you judge your actions?


"Lost in a guide"

Flickering

Reminds me so much
of a story i wrote
a long time ago
that tells of a person
who in the struggle
against life itself
displaying a great deal
of spirit and perseverance.

Now it felt like
i've come to the point
where i became the character
i once wrote about
ironic in one sense
and no in another
after all who else can write better
about yourself than you that is.

I felt like a flame
trying so hard
to just keep on
burning, burning.
Losing the fire,
losing the steam,
i guess i'm just
cut short this time.

Am i seeking
for a piece of santuary
or salvation perhaps?
The answer lies within
and then i note
that it'll have to be found
before my last light
burns out.

And the sun won't rise

Ever heard of the story,
that tells of a rooster
who thought the sun won't rise
if he does not crows to announce daybreak.

Somehow a similar feeling that I'm having,
that i am trying to be,
in a reagent like manner perhaps,
causing reactions of the many experiments.

Exhausted i became,
and went through my mind,
a thought.
Maybe I'm not great after all.

The sun continues rising,
and I get on with what I have,
making the best i can,
every single day.