A Ghost Within

She's a ghost within
Drawn with steps, breaths and thoughts.
Colouring a life--

a ghost within reminding me everyday that no one is perfect

a self portrait of 50% or maybe 0% or maybe 100% each day I touch it

looking like a ghost of my own dead

😁

This Love

This love, Beloved
Flies from nowhere to your head
That thinks not of me.
Do I exist when you do?
Rose tint that will fade away--

the wish is for red roses but what’s coming is red butterflies that will keep the cycle on and on.

Pretty Blooms

Pretty blooms, my love
Silently welcomes a smile.
Always surprising--

do you see the slim line? a stem of flowers to be – golden shower, the shower room gang

Those In

How can they be
Part of me?
Emerging
Merging
Like a history.
Who am I? Or who am I supposed to be?
Are those in possibly?
Or none?
Let it be.

Semar

his wisdom & simplicity — my #1 wayang kulit

Anggraeni

my #1 female wayang, a nobody in the wayang box, a loyal wife to a loyal husband — a humble abode for a humble soul

Anoman

he is a symbol of sheer devotion & vitality — what’s more do you want in life?

Larasati

an intelligent woman married to a superior man — still she is willing to be a humble background although she is allegedly much more skilful than her well-known husband, Arjuna

Sri Kresna

I used to misunderstand about his super wised-up character until finding him a mastermind of the biggest battle of a family — The Bharatayudha

no more Sri Kresna as my super wayang

Arjuna

I used to think a perfect man is like him until finding myself someone who asks too many questions; no perfect man –if like him– can handle me

I let go off him long time ago

😎

Limbuk

I thought I was one princess in the wayang box but I am ok to be her — someone who is willing to be as humble as herself, fun as herself, relaxed as herself, witty as herself, confident as herself, flirtatious as herself, devoted as herself, mature yet childlike as herself, happy-go-lucky as herself

just like herself in herself wherever she is put to be

Bima

my father’s favourite

Folded Paper

Folded paper, Love
Hides faces, shows a
figure.
Bowing to the soul--

bowing to the soul by not bowing

Fast Moving Slow Time

If I could fold time,
I would fold it a thousand times
So I could meet you soon.

Yet if time were folded a thousand times,
How short time would be,
And how short I can chat with you.

Can time be made origami?
Being a flower when I'm with you,
Its petals would be sprayed with gallons of musk
That evaporates like your shadows--
Being white paper when I'm alone,
It would be on which I write signs
That would easily guide the meanings-- and
The riddle is over.

How about it?

or slow moving fast time

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

Seigaiha

Missing the calmness that sings.
Missing the peace that dances.
Missing the cheer than paints.
Missing the stillness that recites.
Missing all that lives caressing this hair
With the breeze of love
Of love
Of love.

Life is just like that.
Just like
You--

Seigaiha

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

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 unisoncalling what’s the moon is hiding