The Right

How would someone know the right person for them?
Is it in their eyes, their values, and their personality?
Or based on their dreams, their instincts, and their destiny?

In an impulse would you know the person
who walk pass you is the one for you?
How can you be sure there is someone destined to you?
But what if there isn’t anyone for you, what would you do?

Would you scream, weep and blow up?
But why?
Why would you feel deprived?
Do you even deserve to have one?


Bangag_pa 23September2007 1129H

The Stranger in Me

Do I deserve to live?
Have the right to know?
Can I struggle to forget?
Or resist the urge to regret?

Nothing else seems to matter
No one else seems to care
Something’s never change
There isn't anything that fits

Missing everything else
I wallow up my frustrations
Accepting the fact
I'm just a stranger to my own self


bangag_pa 11sept2007 0127H

The Importance of Existing

Innocently I ask, "why do I exist?'
I never meant not to value my life
Can’t hold against me for being curious
Could never hinder from asking

Have you ever thought of your purpose?
What's your mere role?
How long will you survive?
Are you created for someone or for another?

Life has always been whether complicated or easy
Satisfying or depriving, exciting or boring
Yet whatever it takes it is a blessing
An opportunity for you or to someone else
You may not value yours as much as another does

But how do we value it?
Is it a need or a want?
A choice or an obligation
Or am I just missing the logic of life?


bangag_pa 11sept2007 0122h

My Damn Head

Questions linger my sleepless thoughts
The answers I sought in years
Dreams I hope to come true
And fantasies I believe to be real

Confusion drives me out of my sanity
Frustrating, humiliating and depressing
When will I ever be pleased?
Is this all even real or am I just acting over my head?


bangag_pa 10sep2007 0935

Fate or Destiny

Destiny certainly falls upon us all
Decides our path with our approval
Or even without our authority
Yet in the end everything seems as it should be

Fate suddenly pops out unexpectedly
Digs out the past entwining the essence
That defines our present and molds our expectations
Effortlessly fixing the ripples of perfection

Would you mind if it takes control?
Believe if it’s right or wrong?
How would you know if its fate or destiny?
Or is it just a sheer damn luck?


bangag_pa 10sep2007 1904H