When you labor from dusk to dawn
Sleeping only for some hours till morn,
When you watch your hands tremble from cramp
And cold sweat makes your cloth damp,
When a trace of grin darkens your face
And in gloom blues you seek solace,
When you watch vain results pile:
Still from within, try a smile.
When for a thousand life pays a buck
And you feel nothing seems to work,
When you lie on the brink of desperation
Seeking your way through strong meditation,
With closed eyes, yet seeking, all you can find
And thousand thoughts flood your pale mind,
As fickle fortune ease you where you lie,
Invictus you are, when you smile.
Against the fierceness of a million raging storms,
And the cataclysm raining down to burn,
Against the future that seem very bleak,
And the fiascos making your bones creak,
As the moon reflects in perfect radiance
Against the damp night in sweet defiance,
The bitterness that engulf you like bile
Can you courageously fight, with a smile.
For I know a smile can:
With the fury of ten thousand swords
Pierce through the marrow of mocking words;
With the warm Aura of the sun
Draw you positive people for your sun
With the attractiveness of a maiden
Get you prompt help for a farthing;
Cause you to sing while tackling the thing
And do what you thought you couldn’t.
Often I sit and stare the sky,
Her colors gay and tints of grey,
Her glowing dusk where lovers bask,
All forming a myriad of shapes.
Once I saw a rider’s steed
Formed by white on blue setting.
Like secrets waiting to be freed
All seem to have hidden meanings.
I give substance to those I like
And see just what I want to see.
The soiled greyish spots I dislike
For they look like rubble on sea.
The flood-like waves with essence white
Is often shaped like white bunnies.
And when arranged in mounds of white
I say the heavens are meeting.
For some there are standard meanings
Like the silver lining in clouds
Which is a sign of good tidings
After a while devoid of hope.
Maybe I am just Ecstatic
Or just my mind doing all these stuff
But if I were an artist
The Sky’s picture seems just enough.
THE TRYING DAD
Time over time I see my dad
Strive to give us what we want.
He would always drive himself mad
When nothing can’t be done.
Night after night I see my dad
Lost in a fuddle of thoughts.
He would sit still wishing he had
Lesser battles to be fought.
But he never makes a budget
And prefers a simple plan.
He will never be a subject
To fiscal matters like no man.
He has a list of everyone
We owe some picayune sum.
I hear him say he’ll pay them all
From the next accrued income.
True…his sources bring forth a gem
Often more than expected,
He would withhold and fritter them
And forget the indebted.
Then he is rid of all the cash
And then all his bills fall due.
He remembers he’s thrown a bash
And his loans remain undue.
He would stare blankly into space
Like the answer’s written there.
And I often worsen the case
When I ask of pressing cares.
“God will teach us the way to act”
Is my dad’s usual response.
Will God then come down to Earth
To help us spend every ounce?
As for our most pressing cares
Trying dad can make it rain.
He would incur more gruesome debts
The cycle begins again.
Then he works arduously to earn
And one sees its toll on him.
There goes a man who works the man,
He’s trying, he’s trying, indeed!
Let me hope
Here I wander on this lone road,
Lost and don’t know where to turn.
Soothing voices are rare as gold,
As for a friend, there is none.
The path before stretch endlessly
Laying between a stifling desert.
The sky above plots recklessly
With the sun to make me revert.
I hear a voice from within say:
“You chose this sir! Yes you chose this!
And a man must live day by day
The outcome of the choice he makes.”
Replying in a faint voice I say
“Yes I chose this! And don’t regret.
I’ll press forward this cursed day
Till that great day I won’t forget.
Rob me the chance to make amends
Rob me the soothing words of a friend.
Rob me the air, rob me the cold,
Rob me them all but leave me hope.”