Perfect?

Perfect, Beloved?
Universe dancing pattern
With risks and blessings--

there is no need to be perfect to be beautiful — it is just about expressing one’s self genuinely

picture from Pinterest

Hard or Light

To remember you is hard
With only shadow in my eyes.
To touch you is hard
With dimensions between us.
To see you is hard
With you unwilling to show up.
To hear you is hard
With your vague heads-up.
Yet to love you is light
As light as light brightening my heart.

someone is lucky to be capable of loving even that whose heart is a frozen clover πŸ€

Sweet Heart

What can be sweeter than sugar
Except a heart that sings
In each of her beat
In each of her vibe
In each of her flutter

many minutes of delay mean a lot of tea, book and music — i am not with a sweetheart but always with a sweet heart

πŸ’•

New Guest

Who are you, hooman.
Don't sleep here,
My bed.
I am new here.
Yours truly
Visiting cat.

on the bed – this cat belongs to my mother’s neighbour; she visits my mother’s home everyday leaving her 3 kittens screaming, she will run back home when she is full 😍 she even enjoys the bed for her before others can slumber at night 😌

on my lap – a mother sometimes needs a daughter’s lap — neko-chan!!! πŸ˜ƒ

A Fan Not

A fan not, dear love
Takes away half of portion
Of adoration.

no garnish, just 2 cabbage rolls for today’s night munching

my first cabbage rolls — not the best, i regretted of putting a can of tomato into it, should have been half of if

i am not a fan of tomato 😌

i still have 8 remaining in the freezer and will make it perfect next year 😍

The Music Is

Once I saw a name
On one of my 100 days
Then a cloud flew
Over the same night
Sweeping away a story
Leaving an end
Hanging silently
With no word
Just my throbbing heart
Counting how long spaces were.
Then I asked you
"Did I really see
You?"

Life Given

Life is given
Each day
To those
Falling in love.

How can I not breathe
You?

the flowers give life to the statue

Atsushi Taniguchi is a florist whose flower arrangements define that that i call falling in love — colourful yet not busy, packed yet not congested, priceless yet not expensive, easy yet not cheap, meticulous yet not complicated

πŸ’•

I to You

If I can cry my soul,
It is only for
You.

I
Whose heart is made of
Silken nets miss
You.

I
Whose plane wanders
Circumambulate
You.

stillness that spins, noise that calms, memory that vanishes, emptiness that fulfils — all within

what’s missed has all been met at a point for a moment then time pulls the wanderer to keep the journey on and on like a subtle network full of signs and wisdom about the beloved

happy long weekend with no interruption

πŸ’•

Now Here

Now here, Beloved
Is the best nowhere to go.
Breathing, close your eyes.

gethuk sukun with grated palm sugar πŸ’• for today’s breakfast! long weekend will be full of home cooking and some fun now and here

happy long weekend fully home…. no no fully home, maybe biking or walking too

waking up hungry, i went to kitchen this morning; re-steam the sukun then put one big slice in the mortar

yesterday aunty cleaning service knocked my door and showed me a big sukun (breasfruit) saying “Ma’am, would you mind cutting this into 2, one for me and and for you” — she promised me to give some sukun harvested from a tree at the green swimming pool; of course i did it happily! thank you very much, Aunty! πŸ’•

i loved to eat it steamed or fried back home — can i grow it in my backyard? 😍

About sukun

Garden of Roses

My heart is a garden of roses
That bloom
When I feel
You.

My heart is a garden of thorns
That prick
When I think of
You.

wishing that a climbing rose grows and blooms happily in the kitchen door πŸ’• my guests will feel the beauty without having to think of the gardening

picture from Pinterest

Wishing

I wished him much money
I wished myself something less
I won't know if he'll be happy
I know I get the best

Merry Christmas

i met a friend who asked me to wish him happiness by having a lot of money then i wished that for him; he asked if i wanted the same wish, i asked him to wish me that i live my life to the fullest — he said “you are blessed with it now”

some friends simply make you feel thankful forever with what you have

A Guest

A guest, Beloved:
Someone enjoying your home
Then a warm farewell

it’ was either me or my friend the guest here; yet we both enjoyed today’s dinner so much

Friendly Visits

There's no other word
Better than welcome and thanks
To visiting friends.

me, Mbak Dee and Pak Soer in MRT red line from Orchard heading to my home — welcome to my humble abode! πŸ™πŸΌ

Mbak Dee and I are durian eaters, Pak Soer is social durianer πŸ˜‚

maybe it is the durian at night that has made me “fresher”, not only the medication that brings some spike of food craving 🀭

we went home at 12am with durian burp smell and promise to meet again some day

thank you, Mbak Dee and Pak Soer πŸ’•

One Best

One best, Beloved
Not ranked number one but that
From problems not run--

there’s always one best and this one is for today’s 😊 (sautΓ© grated carrot, fried dried fish, seaweed)

home cooking is my favourite food

Old

I'm old, Beloved.
Inch by inch closer to the gate
Of letting all go.

the wooden structure at the end of the bridge used to be a ryokan that is not in operation anymore, it was left with its old days’ golden era — it is now deserted and decayed

a reflection of getting old?

A conversation with best friend about definition of old and our getting old.

Me (M): By UN definition we are not old yet. Old is those above 60.

Best friend (BF): That’s just to make the working age later and later.

M: So we still have at least 16 years before officially called old by the definition.

BF: By then they define old as those above 70.

M: I guest human beings push the boundary to stay young.

BF: Young and immortal?

M: I don’t want to be immortal.

BF: You will if you have children. You will want to live seeing them grow up, get married, give you grandchildren, and so on with you healthy and happy with them.

M: They want it, too? Only if I am around without any care needed from them I guess.

Both of us: πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

About the UN definition of old

Home

A home, Beloved
Where kitchen's fun and alive,
Diningroom's smiling

i’ve been living away from my parents since young age and before that i loved to cook for everyone in the family; i was not a best cook but my father loved most of what i made — now i realize why i prefer home cooking (both mine and my friends’) to the restaurant food — most home cooking is loaded with fresh ingredients, less additive substance and lots of sprinkles of love

my friends are visiting soon and i am thinking of cooking for them — excited! πŸ’•

Home

Home, Beloved,
When all faces lining up
Remind me of you.

—-

Rupa Buwana in Soekarno Hatta International Airport, Banten — faces of those people of the world who have outstanding contribution — I am still asking “why there is no Steve Jobs and Emily Dickinson? πŸ˜ŠπŸ’•

Indonesia’s 1st President and Vice President — Soekarno and Mohammad Hatta

Purple

Purple is royal,
Then royal becomes too high.
Let white be ruling.

—-

dots, lines, shapes and colours — i used to love purple until one day white looked lighter to both my eyes and head πŸ’•

when light is growing prettier

Self Portrait

How do you look, Love?
Are you as fierce as tigers?
Or as cute as cats?

—-

picture from Pinterest

selfie is a modern version of self portrait — we can be the best artist we’ve ever wanted and shown the world the best version of our interpretation of our appearance

I love selfie — it is a freedom to see myself, not always good yet that’s me πŸ’•

i tried to paint a self portrait yet the result is sooo artistic that I can’t recognise my own self πŸ˜ƒ i have a friend who is painting not really nicely but able to capture the character of the subjects — i should practice more β™₯️

I think one year is good enough to at least knowing how to capture the character, painting nicely is never my goal

goal: capture the tigerness in my catness and the vice versa ❣️😊

Forgotten

I'm a river
Forgotten when reaching the sea.
Nothing I can brag about this name.
I'm almost reaching estuary,
A transit for this memory.
I won't stop,
Home is soon to see.

—-

how great, how clear, how far the rivers can be; they will be forgotten once reaching the sea — union after separation

Picture borrowed from https://www.neefusa.org/story/water/what-estuary

Home

A home, Beloved,
Where orchids bloom silently
Giving a surprise.

β€”β€”

can you see a long spike there? how didn’t I see it before my trip? it should have been around for around 2-3 weeks 😍

a bud! πŸ’•

Believe

What should I believe
When eyes don’t say the truth?
Should I believe that
Who dilutes tears with rain water?

Let’s sit together where we can chat
About why I should take your words and
How.

β€”β€”

this only happens when eating apple is not a luxury anymore or when apple is not considered edible β€” life runs in different laps based on what each individual believes

πŸŽ‰