rike jokanan

being a pawn, Love:
walk up then be anything.
anything. but king--

you just need to safely walk; yet there shall be purpose, plan, strategy, rescue, re-evaluate of steps all the way across the line

🍀

The Wolf to The Moon

The wolf to the moon
"I miss you, the eye of nights."
She sets, counting days.

time starts with the count of a rise

love starts with the count of a prayer

trust starts with letting go

space starts with acceptance

you & I starts when both howl in unison — calling what’s the moon is hiding

Riding

Riding blue, my love
Brings me to a green heaven.
Turquoise celebrates.

Composed

Colours, Beloved
Emit messages through air
Wrapped by sight of yours.

why do they think I flirt if I’m a complete composition with which life sings, a finished painting in which symbols are spread, an unrolled land on which my whole body rests every night

i let them misunderstand the way they think they understand me

🌻

I Tell My Black Horse

Learning, Poetic, This Person

I tell my black horse
To nod at the blue mountain.
We're ready to climb.

it’s the climb that gives the journey hope to see things from different perspectives every time the traveler stops to let the horse grass before walking up….

…. and fear that something unexpected happens on the way

it’s a journey though worth taking

Not Against The Odd

Learning, life, Poetic

Not against the odd--
Beloved, you hear my songs
From a deepest cave.

for some people it’s odd to stay in a cave; to me it’s the most suitable option in this era — being low key, known by very few people; maintaining & upgrading physical, mental, spiritual stability

a quiet life is a blessing, second to none

longing for love and the brightest light to keep this journey steady only to the truest true

🍀

The Cave

Learning, life

Where is the quiet cave
Where I can read books, sleeping?
It's where trust is lost.

if I’m to live in a cave, l’d like to be in a cave with a library & a kitchenette

魚です

私は自分が生きてきた水を忘れてしまったが、呼吸を通していつもそれを愛してきた

how i forget the water in which i've lived all my life; yet how i've always loved it through this breathing

A Message I Am

A message I am
To myself and to the world.
Returned to sender--
Now I'm reading you, my love
Dancing before a mirror.

life is a never ending reading me reading you — a journey with which a book will be published in a transit

hope this book is a best selling with a sweet welcome in an ever summer meadow

Sole

You are sole beauty,
A dot of contrast alone.
Swaying in silence--

sometimes being different is considered beautiful, or ugly

just alone

Math in Heart

When's it logical
To use algebra in love?
When something's missing--
I prefer a rose bouquet
With no strict calculation.

life is sweet with roses, even when people say it’s bitter, with roses I can find what’s nice — it’s not about faking or disguising, it’s about qualifying the quantity & quantifying the quality — thankful for what’s there, accepting the gap that’s left 🍀

Diluted by You

Have you heard of
Dilution?
It's when this step toward you becomes lighter & calmer
By the liquefied fear
Through any pressure that comes,
With the dream that vanishes
And hope that makes sense
Because of
You, and
You alone
Waving to me saying
"You've been missed for so long.
Waited like rain in a drought.
Whose name is whispered in silence,
Whose beauty is contained in simplicity,
Whose existence is there is yet there is not.
You're a basket of love,
I've longed for within and without."

is it the clover or the basket that matters? they dilute each other with their existence, or do they blend their beauty? whichever, it’s all simply about you making my journey more meaningful

Book of Love

This book of love, Love
Its pages whisper your names.
Beauty, Majesty--

thanks for the space in life in which emptiness is truly not the empty

Between Raindrops

Between raindrops, Love
I find hope and fear meet up
To climb a mountain.

feeling the gap between raindrops isn’t as easy as clapping hands 🍀

Messages

Messages, my love
Flash fast on an unseen path.
This heart vibes at yours.

Stranded

Stranded in the light,
Would it be always this bright?
A strand of earnest-

Noise

Learning, This Person

A noise, Beloved
In the ears, never within--
Gap of a light speed.

sometimes a noise is a vibe that triggers a good rest, just like TV screen at my childhood — at that time there was only 1 TV station belonging to the Govt & at midnight after “Berita Terakhir” our TV screen would be full of “buzzing ants” like the above picture 😁

Destined

Learning, Map It!

It's destined, my love
Feet walk to where heart is pulled.
Where brain runs no more--

Ratianah Kebaya is always a nice place where I talk to both Ratianah & Putri, 2 Singaporean friends who share the same attention as mine: “batik & kebaya” ☺️

Wardah Books, visitors seen from the staircase 💕

legendary staircase, more than 100 years

trust me you’ll like everyone serving you in this corner — either brother or sister, one is always reminding me “you have some roses, do you want to spend it today for your books?” and my answer is mostly “no, thank you not today; next time when enough to buy a set of books” 🍀

croissant from konditori

some people said kebaya & blue jeans won’t go well – to me it’s a perfect match even when looking blur 😁

Josh Groban

Learning, Those People

His voice is beautiful– sexy to me. His presentation is humble yet smart.

Brilliant!

Blessing of The Sun

Apples on a plate
Shine offering their sweetness.
Blessing of the sun--

Lips on A Cup

Learning, life

What's more romantic than lips on a cup, Beloved?

Words that meet the acts--

leaving some lips on a cup is romantic

Sailing