A window shows some
What’s in both sides with freshness
Hidden by curtains.
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Let’s refresh. Refresh. Refresh.
Salaam.






graphs of my Universe
A window shows some
What’s in both sides with freshness
Hidden by curtains.
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Let’s refresh. Refresh. Refresh.
Salaam.






One by one they fall,
Petals decompose to soil,
Fertilising life—
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Fly, leaf with the wind
Pushing you to where you go
For joy and safety.
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Time is a fortress
Protecting from memories
Of love that once bloomed.
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The rain is so sharp
It tears umbrella and skin,
Blinding soul with light.
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Cloudy day’s hotter.
It keeps heat float on the soil,
inviting grand rain.
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Colours, hues, shades, tints
In a garden strike the eyes
Wandering within.
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I am on an emergency short leave to visit my mother as my mother is sick. A sister called saying “she doesn’t want to eat”, “she can’t sleep well”, “she doesn’t want to visit her doctor”, “she thinks it is her time”, blahblahblah…. Alamak! Although sometimes we think she can be a drama queen, we start to think seriously when she can’t sleep well.
The second day of my visit she already watered her plants that line along my sister’s narrow garden. She sang along while walking in her house. She ate one big chunk of fast food’s fried chicken that my nephews insisted taken away for her. She has been back to her nature after meeting her children and grandchildren whom she missed who are now laughing with her at every breakfast, lunch and dinner time.
This morning she happily greeted the newspaper lady delivering her favourite “Jawa Pos”, the lady said “good morning, Ibu, you look radiant again”. She also had a short chat with her front neighbour about rain, cats and plants.
I think sometimes you just need to meet someone to be healthy. 💗
Yesterday morning I joined her watering the plants and took pictures of some of the blooms that have always made us all smile.
Salaam.







What can a gift do?
Dance in the heart of friendship,
Rest in the friends’ soul—
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Kinokuniya has much bigger collection than the bookstore in Changi airport; yet the books I buy for my friends are all from this airport. Is it because my search of books wanted by friends is always ready here? Or is it impulse buying? 😂
It doesn’t matter which one as long as it is for a good friend.
Salaam.

Sufficiently served—
Each season presents a gift
That is grateful for.
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Floating and flowing
As is. Stones and whirls push her
To the sea of love.
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Rain is beautiful. Its drops slip between her hair, washing off sadness.
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Rice is cooked to be rice. It’s the same name, yet not the same. Raw then cooked—
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Not under the bed, it’s what she’s slept with since she was a cute baby.
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Remembrance about the beloved is river flowing to the sea.
Feathers fall off from the wings of flying-high birds. Dreams ready to catch—
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This heart sings. Its notes witness through pitch and tempo. Genres of the soul—
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Green everywhere accompanies traveler on the way to a gate.
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The day is aglow, as radiant as garden with colourful grows.
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With green as background….





The wind flies dry leaves to where travel’s light and memory’s full. Well done—
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All have right to live, yet some by greedily eating up others. Sigh.
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What’s broken’s broken until connected again. Never be the same—
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There’s always a home for a wanderer. Sweet home— Sweeter than sugar.
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Keeping afloat, buoyant freely swaying playing the waves in the sky—
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Curated sources of knowledge is a vast deep ocean to dive in.
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A few from Topkapi Palace




Eyes blink to clean themselves, to not see things except Turkish evil eye.
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You don’t need so much love to find love around. Make it with a little love.
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Missing you is losing some pixels from mind; life becomes less vibrant.
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Fly. See land from above. Wide, broad, one whole. Bird eye, one gift from heaven—
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A journey starts. A journey ends. A route is colourful when observed—
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A loving visit beyond time and space. Salaam. Universe answers.
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