Pink roses in a vase welcome seven cold guests, turning them to smiles.
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graphs of my Universe
Pink roses in a vase welcome seven cold guests, turning them to smiles.
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Good morning, from where I am.
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Silence sits among storm, won’t sit in a temple. She’s been far away happy, leaving two love birds tweeting noisily.
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Some people don’t want happy ending for everyone but themselves and won’t stop communicating their hostility in any other way even when they know they have won the game. Oh! Perhaps they never know what victory is, they misunderstand it with justification.
Salaam…
Dear, day.
Do you know that I never stop waiting for you?
When my watch ticks a second,
My heart drips a note,
My pulse vibrates softly,
I know I am closer to you.
Dear, day.
Do you know that every part of you blesses me?
When morning breaks,
Noon flares,
Dusk fades to night,
I know the next you is waiting
For me.
Day oh day
Many I can’t understand,
Much I can’t decipher,
Little I can see,
Very few I can give
Yet I still hope
To meet you again.
Dear, day.
How I am blessed with family,
Gifted with friends,
Sufficed with this self,
You are still the one
Sung by this heart.
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
All have been today
And never faded away.
I am blessed, day
With another you
In the best way.
And for you
I am grateful.
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This life is a library
Keeping all collections,
Reference to public,
Exclusive to a lover,
One lover.
The
Beloved—
Read,
Beloved
Any scrolls
In this library.
Read,
Lover
The diaries
In the secret dungeon.
Read,
Beloved
With naked eyes, or
With any glasses on the shelves.
Read,
Lover
Through letters and numbers,
Shapes and colours.
Read,
Beloved
This library is open
As long as you are awake.
Read,
Lover
Before you sleep
When I’ll be reading you through.
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About the photo
Free will? What is that? This breath is what you blow in to me to love you.
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Realising more and more that her life is free of free will; she needs causes and reasons to do anything she does even for her brain to think about what things to think of— there is a bond invisible and invincible.
She surrenders to the bond. 💝
Happy weekend.
Salaam.
In a bright corner she’s seen. The sun sends her light reflecting bright life.
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How many tastes can she experience in joy? 5 or 7?
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Realising that the best taste is not any of those 5 or 7; the best taste is only 1: to love. 😊
Days of love be like…
Friday, this bright light blinks to the eyes not stopping staring at the heart.
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🥰
Dolls dance following the rhythm of the carver’s breath. Standing ovation—
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Water slides down the green swiping dryness. Rain sprays the earth with
magic.
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When traffic is magically clear in Greater Jakarta, arriving (too) early is part of blessings. Good morning…! Good morning, early birds!
Armchair sits in a corner in silence enjoying the breeze. Serene—
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The seed doesn’t sleep. It pushes up out of soil bringing new green life.
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Receiving an email from an airline (in the middle of a meeting) that I missed its morning flight today, I felt like getting a slap on the face yet right away felt lucky to be assisted by our company’s travel department to fly in the only-flight-with-available-seat this evening. I was put as a “stand-by” (#2 not #1) as all authorized flights were fully booked. Thank you!!! 🤩
No rush? Luckily I did pack clothes in vacuum bags earlier and other needed supplies ready to pack, people were happy when meetings were postponed to the next day, this person always takes a bath in the morning. But…. The hair had to compromise – not ready to shine as daily shampoo is sometimes skipped when the hair bearer is working from home. It doesn’t matter, good day is not always perfect.
1st in my trip history and won’t want to repeat it at any situation. Bismillah! 💕
Thanks much for all the blessings!
Lessons learnt: click the correct colour codes in iCal, set alarm 24 hours before a flight, don’t arrange many calls before a flight, just remember, just don’t forget, just don’t forget, always thank for all the help from any possible support and don’t skip daily shampoo! 🙂
Is it lazed or slowed? The day seems long without you around the pink sky.
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Your eyes,
The windows with which stories inside are peeped and the stories outside are perceived.
Your eyes
Scanning, skimming all that spread in the universe with just one blink.
Your eyes
Without glasses are beacons guiding me to which route taken. No doubt, no bargain.
Your eyes
That are missed. Are they as bright as before? Might be brighter with the life across my universe…
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Welcomed by a home with greenery to be cooked, she builds a sweet mood.
There’s home that’s missed lingering around the heart. Let it in with joy.
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Reflection kills her night.
The tower dramatically sways,
Dancing with the street light,
Gleaming with the moonbeam.
She grabs a cloth
To wipe her mirror.
Oye, her little heart.
You need a janitor.
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There is memory shared around a round table at a starry night.
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