Life and Music

I want to sing a song, a song that will soothe
the lonely hearts and heal the broken hearts.
I want to sing a song with a beautiful rhythm, which
lyrics is meaningful and memorable to everyone.
I’m so eager to sing a song, though I have a
monotone voice, so long as I could express my feelings.

Sometimes I wonder, does it make sense to become
a singer, whose songs are quite forgettable?
Is it quite flattering, if you are a singer, whose songs are
unforgettable and has sense to everyone?
How about if you are a singer, a frustrated one
whose music is just a noise to everyone?

Once, I dreamed that I’m singing, heard
the people applauding, wanting for more.
I responded on their demand and tried my best
to sing another song, but my voice is fading.
I snatch the piano and touch its keys, but I didn’t
heard any note, then I woke up from a dream.

Now I’m facing the reality, the likeness of life and
music, the other one dies and the other whither.
But the memory of both lies on their performance, and
each one must have satisfied and pleased everyone.
Looking on a deeper perspective, life and music
correlate with each other.

the sound of the GUITAR

In every sound of the guitar,

it means music.
The plucking my fingers done,
creates music.
Strumming the strings of the guitar,
it echoes with the music.

I sit alone in a corner holding my guitar,
searching for the chords.
Singing my best-liked song,
in a monotone voice.
Perceiving the sound of applause, only to realize…
there’s no one around me.

I start strumming again the guitar,
now with the chords perfectly memorized.
This time, not singing my fav’rite song,
but a lullaby.
There ain’t a baby to sing for,
but myself.

Ridiculous, if somebody listens,
well, let them be.
But there’s only one thing for sure,
my music satisfies me.
For every time I strum my guitar, singing the lullaby,
I reminisce my childhood days and my loved ones.

A sEnTiMeNt

Life really is too short for us,
That we don’t know when it goes,
Because we’re not the one holding our destiny;
And whether we like it or not, we will vanish,
For we are like a perishable goods.

Time will come that I will go,
When it will be, we can’t foretell,
And whether we like it or not, it will come.
Just a little request to you my dear,
Please don’t waste your tears when I’m gone

Don’t waste even a drop of it,
For a man like me, tears of yours is not worthy,
And those tears of yours I can’t defray.
When I’m gone rearrange your life,
Ready to face for the new sunrise.

This is not goodbye yet or an ending,
Neither I’m parting nor quitting;
I’m just making you some preparations,
And giving you some anticipations,
For I’ll be fading soon.

I saw THE light

Could it be a dream or reality?
Do I have a sound mind or insanity?
Am I awake or just sleeping?
Please tell me if am just dreaming.

Years have come and years had passed
Unaware of the future, could I surpass?
Of all those years, I’m staring at nowhere
Looking for something, searching everywhere.

Though sometimes bothered with hopelessness
But HIS guidance brings me ease
HE effaced the darkness in my sight
Slowly, I see the light.

Uneasiness, I felt no more
Feeling of relaxation and has no bore
Alighted from the heavy and highest obstacle
Fearing no more to face the future.

Is it the realization of my dream?
Yet unsure but it seems
From a distance there is something bright
I saw the light, I saw the light.

MY GIRL

My kind of girl is just a simple one
True to herself and to everyone
She may not be very beautiful but passionate
On her ways possesses the charm and she’s modest.

She’s always ready to forgive
Care for me is what she always gives
Always understands the shortcomings I did
And willing to support in all my deeds.

Though sarcastic I am
She understands
Though stubborn sometimes
She doesn’t mind.

She’s perhaps a reflection of my mother
Attentive and to me she always care
My yearning and searching is now over
For now I found you, my DEAR.

SaTisFaCtiOn

Man as a mortal being
feels no contentment.
In everything he received,
he feels ungratified.
All his life he keeps on asking,
wanting and reaching for something.

He never stops on dreaming,
and always setting his own goal
He aims for the highest,
looking for the best.
He wants to be at the top always,
but never reaches the peak.

The poorest dreams of affluence,
for them, acquisition of it is satisfaction
To the richest, it gains them influences,
it’s not satisfaction but something to lean on.
For HIM, it’s something being entrusted to us,
that neither satisfies HIM nor sends felicitousness.

THE MAN

Shame is the man who has no ambition,
For he’ll bequeath nothing to his children.
Shame is the man who dreamt of nothing,
For he’ll take the path of shameful fame.

Blessed is the man who’s full of dreams,
For his future see’s some gleams.
Blessed is the man who’s full of virtue,
For all his deeds are real and true.

Seldom are those who think of their country,
For they are like demigods and with dignity.
Few are those who want absolute freedom,
For they love not to be stunned.

Great are those who die for their fellow,
Forget not their memory to me and you.
Treasure now those great and blessed one,
And praise those demigods and those un-stunned.

DREAM

When I was young
I dreamt that someday I’ll become
A decent and famous man
And of those heroes I’ll be one.

But it seems I have no fate
And time doesn’t cooperate
Now it’s too late when I realize
That my dream slowly dies.

Should I refrain the time from fading?
But lacks of strength and I’m losing
Away from the truth of my childhood dream
But hoping someday I’ll be ascending.