The Rainbow
There was a time that I sat near the window.
It was raining but there was a rainbow.
Yet even there is, the rain keeps its flow.
While the rainbow’s color keeps a glow.
Its presence will not last long.
I know because it can’t prolong.
Yet despite its short duration,
It has left me a brief realization.
Reminding me that trouble will come.
Yet I know I can overcome.
Even if the rain continues its flow,
At the end of time, the rainbow will show.
And so to you I say:
“Why cry over trouble when you can slay?”
Tell me what you want to say.
I’m here and I’ll stay.
Sweeter Than a Honey
My words back then are sweeter than a honey.
But now it’s gone and I don’t know Honey.
It’s making you mad, now I am sad.
When I lost it, I think I’m bad!
You pardon me for being oblivious.
But deep inside, I know you’re curious!
Perhaps you’re thinking that I’m quite changing.
But let me remind you: “You, to me, are everything!”
I might no longer that showy.
But the taste of sweetness is still here with me.
And I’ll bring it back to see you happy,
Because your smile…it’s sweeter than a honey.
Forlorn Thorny has beauty
If I will be asked: “How are you today?”
I will straightly say: “I’m not okay!”
You might not believe what I say.
But this is the real story.
I was once so used to be alone.
I do many things just for my own.
It doesn’t really matter how long will it take.
I was doing things just for my sake.
Suddenly something came to me.
It made some changes and I can see.
It tried to open up my mind to the reality.
That I’m not happy: I am empty!
To ease the emptiness I felt within,
I sought for someone whom I can win.
And now I have that someone with me.
Loneliness is gone. I think I’m now happy.
But if I will be asked how am I really today.
I would honestly say: “I’m very lonely.”
Not because I’m not happy with her.
But that because she’s not here with me.
This loneliness has come to me again.
And it has given me so much pain.
But soon I will be with her again.
And not even job can surely restrain.
Every time you see a flower,
Great smiles may come to shower.
Like a rose with a brilliant color,
It stands still with a great honor.
Despite its thorny beauty,
It still can allure even a deity.
Give it to someone you love so dearly,
Surely that someone would smile so brightly.
And so despite your imperfection,
Stand still with sophistication.
Let not that thorn be the reason of admonition,
But use it like a gun’s ammunition.
Don’t be stumbled by others’ imperfection.
They still deserve an admiration.
Accept the thorns that everyone has shown,
That’s one sign that you have fully grown.
Like a rose with different color,
It stands still with great honor.
Like a rose that is thorny,
Imperfection has also its beauty.