The rain is so sharp
It tears umbrella and skin,
Blinding soul with light.
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Tag: jazz
Forgiven But Never Forgotten
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Remembrance about the beloved is river flowing to the sea.
Heaven & Earth
Does heaven and earth exist other than in a lover’s smile? Yes. Dream.
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Music
Is the one flowing
River? Can be flow of notes
Infusing good air—
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Never forget that music is an inseparable part of life. Put some in every part of the day. If all those in the playlist become boring, drop a pencil on to the floor and that’s music. 😊Or, drop a pan on to the floor… No no no, that is music (and louder) but too extreme to listen to. 😁
Salaam.
Weekend Starts Again
Jazzy weekend starts
With a smile under the rain.
I’ve been missing you.
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Smooth Not Smoothy
These ears, Beloved,
A pair of love birds in love.
Treble and bass on—
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Finding a sanctuary in a breezy evening.
Salaam 😇
Go Jazz
Go jazz, Beloved
Improvise on your own path
Where hidden seeds grow.
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Jazz is like secret love, confusing and almost unknown at the first catch but wrapped in harmony through time… and space? Seems space never takes my side. 😎
Jazz each day up!
⭐️
You
Secretly
You,
Obviously
You,
You here,
You there.
Damn!
You are everywhere.
I’m awake, remembering
You.
Asleep, dreaming of
You,
I’m alone, imagining about
You.
Among the crowd, getting attacked by
You.
These five senses recognise the very
You.
Why
You?
No reason why, it is just
You.
But where are
You?
So distant
Yet
So much close.
Oh
You….
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🎼
No Distance Ever Be
Distance, Beloved,
Isn’t how far you’re from me.
It’s how soft the voice
Can reach your heart. These whispers
Slide through the space of the rain.
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Have a good weekend! 🌱
Tomorrow May Never Come
I love you today
With heart and soul. Tomorrow?
It’s done and will go.
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Live as if there is no tomorrow. People die. People forget. Do good while now is here.
Blessed those who live today.
Salaam…
You Like It Or Not, Feel Good
Orange horizon
Warms her dusk, welcomes her night.
Weekend’s over soon.
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How beautiful is the sunset in the west? The color, the shape, the impression plus the drama that it can create. That’s how poetic a natural phenomenon can be in the hand of a literary person.
How high is sun’s temperature? Burning, suffocating without oxygen, lack of blue and green all red. That’s how emotionless a sunset can be through scientific point of view.
I prefer feeling good…. 🎼
Sweetness In Heart
Beyond layered skies Is beauty unknown, my Love I’ll never give up.
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This I wishes happiness to that you across the ocean although the you never knows….
Doesn’t Look Like Any….
You’re a paradox. Close but distant; tangibly Impalpable sphere—
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I know you’re around. I just know. I trust you, Beloved. You smell like mid spring, sound like jazz, taste like sugar cane, feel like breeze, but not sure look like what….
May all beings be happy.
Wishing You Jazzy Days
There’s not much to tell, Beloved. Let’s play it jazz ‘Coz we know the tunes. You’d sing the rhymes, Beloved? Or would you please read the rhythms?
No day will be 100% as expected. No one will be 100% as expected, either. And with those expected, we know that only with jazzy mood days and people can be handled without too much stress.
Nothing beats inner peace. And whether you know it or not, I wish you, Beloved a great time, too.
May all beings be happy.
Bengawan Solo – favourite
This song is one of those in my top rack! Nothing can beat Bengawan Solo. God bless you, Pak Gesang.
When a baby is born, s/he is “accompanied” by placenta. In Javanese culture the placenta should be either buried in the home where the baby will stay in his/her first 40 days or floated to the sacred river, both with sacred small ceremony. Mine was floated (larung in local language) in Bengawan Solo, the longest river in beloved Java island. If you Google “Bengawan Solo”, you’ll find a Singaporean bakery – hell yeah! Not making me much happy as that phrase has lost its authenticity. I’m not so upset though as at least I have a favourite place to buy “traditional Javanese cakes” (some claimed as Peranakan though – never mind anyone can claim anything with power) at the same time relating it to my favourite song and where “my brother placenta” was floated.
I miss the land where I can smile to anyone without being called weird…. My dear Java island.
I found some versions hitting the mood so damn gracefully! Enjoy.
May you all be happy.
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