Love is dark chocolate. Heart throbs, eyes wide open then dehydration comes.
β
graphs of my Universe
Love is dark chocolate. Heart throbs, eyes wide open then dehydration comes.
β
Who will give good will
Will be given good will then
Everyone feels good.
β

She travels with all galaxies and intentions to find a home. Sweet.
β

Love, your wings hurt me by slapping water. Fine, youβre having fun. Get drunk.
β

Fruition has marked the days of drying bloom then farmers sing and dance.
β


Continue blooming. Time brings seasons and moments unwrapping secrets.
β
The best secrets are those explained by the beauty of silence of the blooming orchids. Thank you, Gusti Allah for all your love and guidance. Iβll keep all secrets secret like I take care of all my beloved orchids. Iβll keep all love love like I take care of my own self.
Salaam.


Life is a quarter
With many doors to access.
Ever rendezvousβ
β

Morning is party of colours celebrating blessings wrapped in fruits.
β
Good morning from a market! π
















A knock on my door
Tells me to open two gifts
That show me the world.
β

Thanks for the present.
Good breathing and walking
Unwrapped everydayβ
β


Smile, Beloved, smile.
Itβs a luxurious gift
For you and for me.
β
I was checking my educational docs and was in awe to see my photos in each of different docs. How I am touched by physical transformation and what experiences attached to it, that makes me stay loyal with my own self whatsoever.
Tell yourself that your life is a journey that if you need buddy, you should pick those willing to share wonder. Otherwise, travel alone. π
Thank you!
π




Are you ready to be ready? Be ready to be ready. Now hereβ
β

A bird is sailing
On a clean stream down the hill
On a dry brown leaf.
β

Numberβs readable,
Intensionβs not. Heart can read
Yet eyes can deny.
β
My Japan trip gave me a lot of insight. That an intension can be hidden yet sooner or later it will be naturally disclosed. That I should not entertain any underestimating and/or disrespecting expression βhidden or shownβ as life is moving forward not backward. That if symbols or signs are not delivered to me as good will, all of them are false; ignoring them is the best way. That it is the right way to let them happily underestimate and/or disrespect and/or show superiority as their life style.
Human being should communicate verbally as part of real interaction. Without clear and genuine verbal communication at all and just sending signs and symbols, they fail respecting others. Wishing happiness is the best way as thatβs what they need the most. Stopping interacting in whatsoever way is the best decision as they donβt contribute anything except confusion.
Happy weekend! π

β
Where can food be good
With less taste or little garnish?
It must be a home.




Morning is welcomed
By a tray of whatever
Turning to a best.
β




Swinging steps to gates.
Washing hands and mouth. Flying.
Whispering. Amen.
β






Typo is parties
Done by drunk fingers dancing
Teasing sleepy brain.
β

Morning is about
Chirping birds, calm sea, soft breeze
Greeting these senses.
β

Drag me to your heart
Even if it hurts my head,
Said I.
I know youβre teasing
Even when I mean it,
Said I.
I smile in silence
Letting you laugh in joy.
Sad Iβm.
Enjoy it.
Enjoy your days,
Said I.
I walk away
Leaving the last piece of my heart.
Dragging my luggage
Alone.
Smiling.
Winning
Against my own sigh.
To you, who secretly teasing again and again and again and again. Thank you. Life is full of fun. π
β


Small thing is cherry
On a big cake, red and brave
Savouring the day.
β




How can you travel
Without any gloom and stress?
Take a window seatβ
β


My love is mostly dumb, stubborn, too thin to see, and makes you hate me.
My luck is often loud, sudden, too huge to miss, and makes me love you.
Iβm not a gambler, yet think youβre a dice rolling numbers for a prize.
β

Sweet dream is a gate
Out to where dandelions
Let their achenes fly.
β

You are a music
Played by the breeze to my ears,
Whispering a home.
β

Which glass, Beloved?
The one that brings me to you
Enjoying the homeβ
β
In a call with a best friend just now I complained about the madness Twitter has brought to me. She didnβt say sweet words because she knew I didnβt need them. She preached me instead. π
BF: Hey! You quit Twitter earlier with a good reason. You are back for a good reason. I know you support freedom of speech but for dumbass Twitter is to express hatred and stupidityβ to throw up and to shit. Twitter is where the smart brave excel because of their endurance, the smart timid like us should only observe or have fun to survive and the stupid idiot wander around like hungry hyenas collaborating behind the screen destroying humanity. If you canβt take it, quit for the second time. Blah blah blah
BF: Or, go back to Facebook where some friends scrutinise whatever we do and give us sugar-coated words while laughing behind us or even stabbing in the back. Or, be busier in Instagram where people show their lavish life that might be fake; and where people especially you happily stalked your crush ha ha ha. Blah blah blahβ¦.
I have to agree with her though. WordPress is a home, serene and comfortable to stay warm and sane. Twitter is a market, busy and crowded but is worth visiting regularly. Instagram is a photo studio that should be visited only once in a while.
Me: Ya, yaβ¦. Blog sites are still a home for me. I need Twitter to read some news, itβs like going shopping.
BF: Letβs go shopping again. We donβt need to look smart to go shopping. Just a bit of curiosity and bargaining position. I saw Fau follows you.
Me: Ya. I found her in one G20 tweet. Escaping from Facebook. She really suits Twitter the most.
Time for lunch!


The orchidβs budding,
Silently showing the day
About ever hope.
β

Orchids are blooming,
Telling her to keep smiling.
Smiling is charming.
β
Left for some time, they keep their good vibe! Blooming again! Thank you!






Journey to the self
Takes a long and winding road,
Worth doing. Half doneβ
β
Human beingsβ journey to understand oneβs self is often unpredictable. I never wanted to visit Mecca and Medina yet because of my devotion to a mother, I agreed to go to ensure that she was safe and healthy. And the result was tremendous evolution of self. π
To Ibu: I miss you much today π
Alfatihah





Samba shakes the world
With its vibes and colours.
Youβre winning a heart!
β
Brazil is about green forest, yellow land of gold and hot weather. And Samba dance!

You must be logged in to post a comment.