Mixture of feelings

Dreams I had can’t compare to the tiredness which needs to bare everyday,
My eyes turned red without tears to shed.

Holding on to what is precious and fasten myself to move forward,
Taking careful steps and hope things will be better.

Let the rain drops upon my face and let me know that I’m still alive,
Gaze upon the sky, how I wish I can fly but I did not.

I stayed, like a bird on a tree with broken wings,
Sing the song of love but in the rhythm of sorrows.

Grad a pile of sand on my palm, to feel its gentleness and smoothness,
The stronger I hold, the more it descends again from my hand.

Walking the path of wonders and challenges, hoping for an angel will land beside my shoulder, cover me with its wings and comfort me in every obstacle.

Clocks ticking every second and I need to get up to offer what I can spare.

Alone in faith I walk, alone in grace I live; of all these perplexity, there’s one thing that keeps me going.

I give thanks ...............................................................

Neglected...

After a long day work, who doesn’t want to take a rest and spend the remaining time to do the things you like?

We all agree that it’s hectic living in the city especially the pressure of working and earning a living. Well, there’s nothing we can do much besides hanging on and be happy of what you are having now.

Every morning, I’ll pass by the streets near Pasar Seni. Seeing and observing people walking around and rushing to work. Traffic is just getting worsen every single day. I thought to myself, what if I just stand on top of a cloud and just look down at the pattern of living in city life. Well, as most of you all are aware, we are just like ants. Being responsible to their commitments and trying to make a living. But, had you realized that you had neglected something important?

In one particular evening after work, I decided to take a bus home because it’s cheaper. So, I entertain myself with my I-Pod and just standing at a corner of the bus station.

Suddenly, an old man came near me with his wheelchair. With his stained clothes and pair of ragged pants, I looked at him and ask if there’s anything I can help.

He started to speak in a very soft voice, so, I bend down and squatted down in front of his wheelchair. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” I asked. His eyes looking at me it seems like he’s going to tear.

“Do you believe in God and love?” he asked. In my surprise, I realized that he is seeking for an answer. So, I replied “I do.” and our conversation went on further.

Lonely old men who can’t walk living in the streets of KL, my heart feel pities for him.

“Where is your family?” I asked. “They had left me.” he replied. Then I asked him the reason but he didn’t reply. Then, I told myself there must be a story behind all this for what had happened.

After our 10 minutes conversation, he seems to be cheered up and feeling better. He holds my hand and stay quiet for a few seconds, his rough hand reminds me of my grandpa.

“Thank you.” he said. I smiled back and told him that although life is full of ups and downs, love is the one thing who keeps us going everyday. “That Love is always with you... You are not alone.” I continued.

I gave him a hug without realizing that his clothes are dirty. After telling me his next destination, I accompany him to the LRT station.

A few minutes later my bus came and I head on to home. However, during my journey home, I mind keep thinking about that old man. I try to imagine myself if I was him, what kind of feelings he’s having inside. Feel like being neglected, lonely, poor, tired, dirty, and smelly? I guess there are more.