rike jokanan

I'm afraid that someday I can't fall in love anymore,
Yet if that day comes, it's still fine
As it means
You are the one falling in love with this soul and won't ever let her go.

Those In

How can they be
Part of me?
Emerging
Merging
Like a history.
Who am I? Or who am I supposed to be?
Are those in possibly?
Or none?
Let it be.

Semar

his wisdom & simplicity — my #1 wayang kulit

Anggraeni

my #1 female wayang, a nobody in the wayang box, a loyal wife to a loyal husband — a humble abode for a humble soul

Anoman

he is a symbol of sheer devotion & vitality — what’s more do you want in life?

Larasati

an intelligent woman married to a superior man — still she is willing to be a humble background although she is allegedly much more skilful than her well-known husband, Arjuna

Sri Kresna

I used to misunderstand about his super wised-up character until finding him a mastermind of the biggest battle of a family — The Bharatayudha

no more Sri Kresna as my super wayang

Arjuna

I used to think a perfect man is like him until finding myself someone who asks too many questions; no perfect man –if like him– can handle me

I let go off him long time ago

😎

Limbuk

I thought I was one princess in the wayang box but I am ok to be her — someone who is willing to be as humble as herself, fun as herself, relaxed as herself, witty as herself, confident as herself, flirtatious as herself, devoted as herself, mature yet childlike as herself, happy-go-lucky as herself

just like herself in herself wherever she is put to be

Bima

my father’s favourite

Coffee

Learning, Poetic

A cup of coffee
That I've never sipped-- yet I'm
Intoxicated.

Dissolved

Dissolved, Beloved
To the air that we both breathe.
I'm full with your love.

AI-ed

Loving it❣️❣️❣️

I miss playing in the rain, splashing mud to celebrate my day with standing water

loving doing it in front of mirror

a favourite pose of selfie

when I want to look pretty

🌻

Leaping Heart (ranting)

What I’ve felt about myself for the last two weeks has been amazing at the same time embarrassing. The amazement of seeing how heart can leap just because of listening to someone’s voice is unbearable. The embarrassment of seeing how this heart is still leaping because of listening to someone’s voice is also unbearable.

Do I want to keep it?

I don’t have any plan. I just want to enjoy how my heart does this so genuinely. And at the same time I probably would love to see if that voice is just an acting disc that hits one wall but actually targets another side. Something new, something that might give me a different turn in my journey– I don’t want to trust any human being living but myself , but this journey is what I believe.

Beloved, show me the true face of Life in which….

You show the true face of Death.

Thank you.

true face of life & death

All is Flown

All is flown, my love
Like laughter after a joke
Called life. Serious?

missing home where laughing alone is free 😁

Supporting (ranting)

Sometimes support is simply lending space to those feeling so packed within.

How tiring is it, love?
Rather,
In a way so much,
Yet someday it would feel like
"Yay! I did my best in their worst time!"

I’ve seen cats hanging almost falling with no hope of being safe; I catch them with love although then they sprint away, leaving no trace, no smile, just a look full with suspicion as if saying “why did you help me, stupid?!”

😁

Blossom

It's cherry blossom
Gracefully sway down to earth.
Mother's pink blanket--

under late cherry blossom, Himeji

Rain

Learning, life, Poetic

Dress and umbrella
Get wet by the dancing rain.
Water festival--

Bright

Poetic, Learning

It's bright, Beloved.
Not a day. Not a night. You--
Shine with rays of sun..

bright within

Playing

Shadow, Beloved
With whom this body's playing.
Well dissipated--

some people prefer working on their shadows, I’m in

Written

Oh, Beloved, my!
It's written. Who will read it?
If no heart recites.

maktoub

Sunflower Seeds

Let sunflower seeds be sunflower seeds either in a jar of sunflower seeds on a coffee table or a bed of sunflower seeds in a garden.

Silhouette

🍀

I Won’t Stop

Learning, love, This Person

💕

Eid Mubarak

Three

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person, Those People

It's three, Beloved
Walking the path to the light.
Bless us. Please bless us.

Folded Paper

Folded paper, Love
Hides faces, shows a
figure.
Bowing to the soul--

bowing to the soul by not bowing

Heliconia

Learning, Poetic

A dazzling beauty
Charms the sight from a corner.
Heliconia--

heliconia

Fast Moving Slow Time

If I could fold time,
I would fold it a thousand times
So I could meet you soon.

Yet if time were folded a thousand times,
How short time would be,
And how short I can chat with you.

Can time be made origami?
Being a flower when I'm with you,
Its petals would be sprayed with gallons of musk
That evaporates like your shadows--
Being white paper when I'm alone,
It would be on which I write signs
That would easily guide the meanings-- and
The riddle is over.

How about it?

or slow moving fast time

White Flowers

White flowers, my love
Hidden behind a faint smile--
A sweet scene to see

💕

It’s All Around You

Learning, life, love, Poetic

It's all around you
The music that falls in love
With that that plays it.

let’s dance until all notes fall off

Curtains

Curtains, Beloved:
Drawn to find your pretty face;
Closed to hide my heart--

“hello, black cat”, said a lady

“hello, white shadow”, said a cat

Weeping Reed

Weeping reed, my love
Sway gracefully by the breeze.
Longing for summer--

💕

Seigaiha

Missing the calmness that sings.
Missing the peace that dances.
Missing the cheer than paints.
Missing the stillness that recites.
Missing all that lives caressing this hair
With the breeze of love
Of love
Of love.

Life is just like that.
Just like
You--

Seigaiha

I’ve Started Thinking

I've started thinking
And it's started with you. You
That I've been thinking--

you’re the rhythm in the musical staff; you’re the rhyme in my head

The Waving Hair