Overshadowed...

Why is the night, past some days, perturbing me? How come the days aren't as bright as they were?

The days unwillingly pass by, the nights display stern refusal.

Every night is an unanticipated gloom. Every morning, an overshadowed hope.

Today, the sun is shining brightly. It is, like everyday, talking to me, rebuking at me.

It is a bright sunny day. Yet there is nothing the sun can do.

Nothing seems right. Perhaps nothing is.

As my mind races past, I wonder...

Why am I not being able to compete with it? Why can't I look into it?

Darkness prevails at night. Why let it surmount my thoughts, my deeds, my vision during the day?

Darkness might just be an indication to light, moon might be the forcast of the next day.

And hence, tomorrow would be another day.

The sun would come up yet again. It will perhaps shine even more brightly, just into my eyes and ask the same question.

But this time it will be I who will answer.

This time, I would arise before the rising.

Stopping By...

As I race past this deadening life,

Stealing time to finish hundred chores,

Fulfilling ambitions, reaching goals,

And aims that stretch miles and more.

A question often haunts me

In my sub-conscious mind Is this how I have to go on?

Always hurrying and fighting for time?

I continue to run and still go on,

Never bothering to wait and learn.

The beauty of life and pleasure it gives,

Is hidden in the way of living it.

To life, joys are a lot more,

You never know what’s there in store.

So why not stop by and think;

Before realizing you have lived this blink.

By being happy and spreading cheer,

By laughing away every tear.

By dancing in the rhythm of the beat,

By endeavoring to accomplish every feat.

By listening to wishes yearning to be fulfilled,

By conquering fright with might and will.

If such is the case in this life long race,

Oh tell me God! Am I right or wrong?

Have I lost my track or is it so long?

Guide me trough this uneventful phase

My efforts remain to clear this haze.