Shadow, Beloved
With whom this body's playing.
Well dissipated--
some people prefer working on their shadows, I’m in
Playing
Tag: haiku
Written
Oh, Beloved, my!
It's written. Who will read it?
If no heart recites.
maktoub
Silhouette
🍀
Three
It's three, Beloved
Walking the path to the light.
Bless us. Please bless us.
Folded Paper
Folded paper, Love
Hides faces, shows a
figure.
Bowing to the soul--
bowing to the soul by not bowing
Heliconia
A dazzling beauty
Charms the sight from a corner.
Heliconia--
heliconia
White Flowers
White flowers, my love
Hidden behind a faint smile--
A sweet scene to see
💕
It’s All Around You
It's all around you
The music that falls in love
With that that plays it.
let’s dance until all notes fall off
Curtains
Curtains, Beloved:
Drawn to find your pretty face;
Closed to hide my heart--
“hello, black cat”, said a lady
“hello, white shadow”, said a cat
Weeping Reed
Weeping reed, my love
Sway gracefully by the breeze.
Longing for summer--
💕
I’ve Started Thinking
I've started thinking
And it's started with you. You
That I've been thinking--
you’re the rhythm in the musical staff; you’re the rhyme in my head
The Waving Hair
The waving hair, Love.
The ears listening to you.
Black, white, green and blue.
turquoise, Beloved…. 🍀
Anything But King
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.
Songs I’ve Sung
Songs I've sung, my love
Call the secret of this life.
Shown before these eyes--
singing to the birds under the Moon
The Vase
It's either fragrance
Or colours, filling the vase.
Don't forget the shape.
pretty!
The Moon
Scoop the moon for her,
Who has been waiting for you.
Over and over--
yummy!
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
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
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
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
Sunset
Sunset, Beloved
Whose Colours blanket this heart--
Everything adds up.
today’s sunset from my shower cubicle
Sole
You are sole beauty,
A dot of contrast alone.
Swaying in silence--
sometimes being different is considered beautiful, or ugly
just alone
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
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
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 😁
rike jokanan 
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