graphs of my Universe
You’re a fact
Just untouchable.
You exist
Just indescribable.
You’re not illusion
Just intangible.
You’re one
Just distracting.
You’re near
Just invisible.
You’re far
Just haunting.
You’re minute
Just blocking.
You seem nothing
Just enshrouding.
You’re everything
Just spacing.
You’re not a puzzle
Just enigmatic.
You make me think about you
Just to fail right through.
You’re clear
Just misunderstood.
You
Just
You.
—
These eyes, as heavy as lead,
Could not blink freely
Until a bunch of orchids came.
Their brightness didn’t help,
Their symbolism did.
Now I am truly sleepy.
—
Waiting for you, Love.
Each day, extra affection.
What a devotion.
—
Time flies.
Age heavily drags humans along the path when it’s not wanted;
But there are wheels.
Age smoothly sails them across the ocean when it’s as planned;
But there are severe weathers.
We meet in a crossroad
Between land and water
Then gracefully swing steps
To each chosen way.
—
An artist opens her closet.
There are masks piling,
Waiting for the tasks.
One mask, one face
To make a day.
She stares and thinks
One face today
A genuine
A bright
A true
A nice—
A good day.
—
It’s the flow,
Not the water.
It’s the grow,
Not the tree.
It’s the glow,
Not the light.
It’s the vow,
Not the word.
Wow!
It’s a life
Alive.
—
Rough sea swings a boat
Washed by rain, wrapped by dark cloud.
Home is just across.
—
A house stays
Where it is built.
A home wanders
Where the heart feels good.
—
December,
I wish you as cool as June
When sunshine is plenty
Between the showers,
Not so crowded with those
Wandering the city.
December,
I heard you resemble November
When warmth is enjoyed
With some humidity,
Crowded though with those
Enjoying in vicinity.
December,
I patiently wait for you
That carries a bunch of meteorites
Among rare stars.
I might not be remembered
But even a smile is a memory.
—-
Some plans don’t work as expected…. It doesn’t matter. I will not give up. 🐣
Salaam.
Enjoy!
I said to angels
Near me,”Tell my love there’s love
In your flapping wings”.
—
I was about to send some pictures containing angel numbers (twin/repeated numbers) to a friend who has been in love with especially 333, 3333, 33333 and all the repeated angel number 3 when realising that that friend was not in the list. Where was she? Maybe she unfollowed me? But why?
When checking in other friends’ lists this person was not there either, both in follower and following ones. Ahhh! Maybe she was deactivating herself?
As I don’t have her mobile number, I checked it with her best friend and he said “Yes, she has done it now and then. You don’t realise sometimes your list shortens? It might be her.”
Ahhh! Ok, ok…. 😊
She’s not lucky. The photos with her angel number are now for you all. 🙏🏼
Salaam.
Life’s celebration
Of tastes offering joy
While breathing blessings.
—-
Only feel good is welcome. The not? Accept and let them sit in the waiting room until they are good enough to enter the home.
Salaam.
💗
A pool
Is heaven
For a fish to celebrate life.
Take it out,
It will die—
As dead as a sentence
Interpreted without a context.
—
Some people feel so tortured to talk with others who like judging based on either no or irrelevant context. Some people are reluctant to continue conversation because they don’t want to give more relevant context to further continue the conversation. It is inevitable that context is what a relationship can be built with so if people don’t want to directly communicate to us, it is a sign that they don’t want to build relationship with us.
Oh my! It takes whole life to understand and accept it. Friendship, romance, social, economy…. — all the same: context is needed. 😎
As clear as crystal!
Salaam.
Signs can be clear
And alarming
Yet not accurate.
At times
They are exaggerating the actual danger.
—
There’s time to take off
From wherever. Do soar,
Freely reach the sky.
—
Peppers ring loudly,
Dance with the taste happily.
Spicy! Yummy! Joy!
—
Lessons? Things unknown,
Still unknown, maybe won’t be,
Solved with acceptance—
—
Oftentimes people make the biggest mistake because they are young, because they are stupid or because they are not clear of what they aim at in life. At least that is what my core circle has agreed.
Many people reject to go for health check earlier only to find that they have really bad health problems too late to manage through life style change— too old or too weak and can only be managed through surgery and/or medication. This happens a lot around me. They would say “I am ok. I am healthy. No symptoms. It is just light headache. It is just small numb. It is just light coughing. It will get better soon. Blahblahblah.” And boom! Big troubles come (almost) late!
Do health check without waiting for intense symptoms. Don’t underestimate a pinch as it can be a punch.
Many people think buying property can be done at later age. They prefer buying cars, branded stuff, etc for the sake of high prestige. They would say “I want to enjoy my single life. I still can live with my parents. Why so hurry? My spouse will buy it for me later. Blahblablah.” And boom! Property price soars high in just some years and those branded stuff investment can’t cover the desired property.
Prioritise property (although at the same time some fancy stuff can’t wait). Of course this is not applicable to the haves who can buy whatever they want.
Certain people overshare for the sake of feeling guilty and trying to explain excessively. I am one of them— once tried to explain why and why just because I was afraid of being judged. And so I shared something that I promised to myself would keep it for VVIP circle of mine. And boom! The humiliation and disrespect that came back to me has made me feel like a biggest moron and worthless in the universe. It is taking time to accept the total stupidity about (blind) love.
Don’t overthink. Don’t overshare even with someone that you love the most if there is no clear foundation.
Aaaahhh!
Life is a school whose next classes can only be entered through a bunch of lessons learnt because of failures and wrong doings which look unforgivable but actually truly forgivable. 😘
There is no right or wrong. What is there is only acceptance and lessons learnt.
Salaam.
—-
A window shows some
What’s in both sides with freshness
Hidden by curtains.
—
Let’s refresh. Refresh. Refresh.
Salaam.
Sweet surprises march
Silently following a season
Bringing colours to the sight.
Don’t hold breath,
They stay quite long
To give more space
For wow! and whoa!
—
I think I don’t give my orchids enough attention that I always see the bud rather late— only when they are long enough to stand out.
Sorry….
And thanks much! for giving me surprises after several years not blooming.
Salaam.
Close your eyes tight
If you hate to see me.
You will fall asleep
Peacefully.
Unlucky you,
Beloved.
You cannot block your ears
If you hate my music.
Your earbuds will amplify it
Loudly.
You will get used to it
And die while joyfully humming it.
My music,
My breathing
Will become your music,
Your breathing.
A
Heart
Beats—
—
inspired by QS 15:29
One by one they fall,
Petals decompose to soil,
Fertilising life—
—
There’s a simple day
That waves with a smile, saying—
“How do you celebrate me?
With all senses?
Or accidentally?”
She answers—
“With all senses!
Led by a joyful heart.”
Thank you.
—
This is how a Tesla is produced in my humble kitchen! Happy weekend! 😎
The green of beauty was there
Until the mist slithers around
And hides what was seen.
Nature is a mystery
Unrolls its scroll slowly
As if not wanting to hurt
The hands with which it is held.
The mist though will be beautiful
Before it is kissed by warm air
That whispers a song singing
“Melt away. Morning thanks you. Day, noon, after and night truly love you.
If space unvoiced between trees scripting can’t connect the dots, only light can do.”
In no time the sun is rising,
Then the mist is missed.
That is how the story begins.—-
Thanks, Michael for allowing me to repost this picture to illustrate my verses. God bless you.
A Journey into Mist 4
Fly, leaf with the wind
Pushing you to where you go
For joy and safety.
—
Prime time must be secured,
Said they.
Wait! In what definition?
Time to get mature?
Time to board the flight?
Time to earn TV ads?
Time to be patient.
It’s this time
Yet
No time primarily.
—
At young age I was told that there were 3 types of need: primary, secondary and tertiary in which primary included shelter, clothing and food. Now my primary need increases to 4 with internet connection added. On the same floor of my apartment there are at least 17 wifi links connectible or locked including mine. My mother’s house has been installed with wifi so she can enjoy more information and entertainment, her grandchildren can play games freely when staying overnight, her daughter (me) can work with ease when visiting and (i guess knowing my mother’s (over)generosity) so some next door neighbours’ children can sneak the wifi to browse around from their homes.
While GOOD internet connection is a primary need in some places, it is still secondary in some others. Outside Singapore (even when traveling to Japan) I feel “tortured” by the low speed. In Indonesia (oh people will all have patience as their super power after dealing with the internet connection outside prominent cities) and other South East Asia countries (please, Singapore might be a European country lost among us) good internet connection might be secondary or even tertiary.
Uh and oh are my normal expressions when I spend my holiday or long weekends in my mother’s house. My nephews and nieces who visited me in Singapore has claimed “There is no word “loading” in your home. In here you have to wait for a while because loading is a must process. Be patient. Be patient. Be patient, dear. Hahaha….” 😁
And yes, some work cannot wait but have to wait until I arrive home because internet connection is not yet a primary service every time everywhere.
Salaam….
Time is a fortress
Protecting from memories
Of love that once bloomed.
—
Weekend is coming
Completing a full cycle
Between work and rest.
—
—
I’m late knowing you:
When that party’s hugging you,
That life’s binding you.
It’s now countdown to a flight
To where everything but you.
There’s a way.
No, there’s not.
Life’s about
You.
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