the lies within our midst

the color of the clouds at dawn is deceiving
color orange, purplish, pink with grayish tinge
the sun should come in a minute
but the wait is forever as the sun had left

there is silence that dwarfed the once happy village
the air is filled with smoky mirrors shaded in blue
the illusions seemed to have engulfed the true believers
once the colorful lies came through and bare its claws

but in any given moment of our lifetime
God sends relief like a fresh rain falling a mist
cleansing us drop by drop until the clouds cared
to leave the burden of these lies gone and burnt

life is decorated with truth and lies
you measure them with the tip of your hands
those that are heavy are precious gold
and the paperless and the weightless are false...

meaningful birthdays...

how do you spin a rainbow that won't last
you won't for you can't
how do you cross a bridge of nowhere
you'll never for it wasn't there

another year has left again
so many wrinkles came since then
the memories have faded now
and the colorful rainbow is gone

but wait for if it rains at dawn
a new dainty rainbow might show
as the sun rises in the east
a bow of joy came through

i am collecting the years in my hands
i won't give them to you
for as the days and nights will pass
years add up and smiles subside
  
birthdays are our anniversaries
of thanksgiving to God
for He alone was nice enough
to give us life as we survive its daily grind...

how can we ever put meaning into birthdays. i know. as long as God is by our side, we do not need anything else for He is the answer to our questions and He is the meaning to our existence...