Chasing the Time

I’m on the run, chasing the time

To hold close and turn it around

I came from a place called nowhere

And there’s no one who knew me there

The time that I’m running after

Seems so far that I barely see

Maybe the chance for me is dim

But I’m looking for hope to beam

They say that it’s too late for me

But I care not to their judgment

For they are all just mere critics

Who would strike with their non-sense speaks

I will run, run and chase the time

To wherever it goes and stays

And when I have it in my hand

Then I’ll return to nowhere land

I will return and tell them all

Of the story and what I did

And those in doubts I will persuade

That chasing time should not be feared

Sunrise, Sunset

Here comes the sun, shining so bright,

smiling after the storm had passed,

a sign of hope for those who fall.

Rise up! That’s what it tells us all.

But there are times that people fear,

seeing the sun kissing the sea,

for it’s a sign of rending time,

and a journey to unknown clime.

As the glaring sun hides from day,

and night time comes to greet us all.

To some it’s a sign of sorrow,

unsure of what comes tomorrow.

The light from the East gives us hope,

and in the West the colors fade.

Whatever may the signs are meant,

it’s nothing but a simple myth.

There are times that we may be on top,

and think that life is always up,

but forget not that life changes,

the sun won’t shine on us always.

Sunrise, sunset is part of life,

a cycle we all have to pass,

comes to life and shines gradually,

then fade…and comes our dying day.

Searching...

In a quiet night a person sigh…

Slouch on a chair, looking up the sky

Trying to explore the mystery

The question is always how and why.

Life is a never ending search…

Of visible and unseen things

Of the things that satisfies us, or

Even of things unfeasible to reach.

Some are looking for a job…

So in this world they would survive

To withstand in everyday life

And every chance they would grab.

A sense of belonging is what others aim…

To feel they’re part of the society they’re in

They will move whatever it takes

For they want to have the fame.

There are people begging for love…

A love that they never ever had

To quench the thirsty and starving heart

The satisfaction they longed to have.

Some are craving for too much riches…

But whenever they got what they want

Still, they would persistently search

For within, there is emptiness.

Like the infinite sky and universe…

That’s so unbounded and hard to traverse

If satisfaction is nowhere else

The search will be likened to a blank verse.