By: A.J. Tjan
Photo: Dustin Scarpitti
Hear dogs bark incessantly
As we staring to the soothing moon
Efface our soul’s wounds gradually
Glean everlasting memory
Integrate pieces of your compassion
Exude deep sincerity
Confide our deepest story
Which can’t be fathomed
By living a mundane life
I wish they scrutinize and understand
Gales within every human
We clamber onto disheveled facts of lie
Tottered, drunk of inquiries about self-dignity
Every time I stare unto the limitless horizon
Inquiries queued in front the altar of consideration
Envisage the face of possibilities
Dazed by the music , which being orchestrated
By the relentless storm in my mind
Have you ever asked yourself about your existence?
Or we existed among all of these (people and things)
which we don’t understand?
Only to be ceaselessly exiled
Living precarious life, pumped by external circumstances
Such as pride and people’s perception
Sometimes we don’t even savvy
How to ardently keep our steps steady
Are they for bigger dreams?
Or will we going home bring more scars?
Postscript: Wrote this in the middle of office’s deadline. Arrive at home at 02:00 early morning – which means worked straight for 16 hours that day. I walked into my apartment, deep solitude greeted me as everyone lulled already by their tiredness. I were thinking, do I walking on a right path all these years or dawdling in the clump of own expectations? Tinge of past, dreams, hopes, fears, weariness and so much emotions, were churned into this contemplation. Well, I am still grateful for what I am now and will always give thanks to the Lord who has provided for me all these times; its part of myself whose life full of flaws and weaknesses.
Slice of Thoughts 