Weekend is coming
Completing a full cycle
Between work and rest.
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Weekend Is Coming
Tag: journey
Hot Party
Met
In a circle
Glowing
In their own lights.
No disco ball,
No loud music,
No expensive wine,
No trendy bar,
No dancing floor,
No smoke,
No things fancy,
No luxury,
None—
Oh!
They are not that innocent.
They gossip those funny facts,
They laugh at each others
And at others,
They munch baskets of food,
They drink gallons of water,
They sip wine to tipsy,
They speak loud and lots,
They enjoy some music,
They gather humbly.
They oopsy WE do it worse
Just differently from other decent parties.
Ordinary we—
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Jewels
Between green and blue
There is this heart.
It adorns this white soul.
They adore each other.
One hums melodies to the other.
The other recites lyrics to the one.
One by one the stones are strung.
A strand, two strands, three strands—
They are jewels that embelish.
They beautify the beauty.
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Cloud
Cloudy day’s hotter.
It keeps heat float on the soil,
inviting grand rain.
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Garden
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.
A Gift
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.
Peace
This corner is quiter,
Sitting on a placid lake,
Where still water
Hides a huge secret
Called love,
Is covered with a vast blanket
Called peace.
This corner is cozy,
Getting warmer and calmer,
Where a cat
Curls in a bed
Called dream,
Is lullabied with long slumber
Called hope.
How peaceful it is
Pampered with a life
Called humble.
Salaam.
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Sufficed
Sufficiently served—
Each season presents a gift
That is grateful for.
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Thank You for The Love and Loving
It is easy to say “that I should love all”; yet it is not that easy as to finally love easily in life as it takes a long process, including to understand what love is, how to express the love, to whom I should express it, how much love I should share, etc before it becomes my commitment to love.
To me everyday is love day, no matter how much love I can feel flowing in my veins. Today several love wishes came from some friends. Good to share with more people.
💕
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Satu
💗🎼
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Aku ini adalah dirimu
Cinta ini adalah cintamu
Aku ini adalah dirimu
Jiwa ini adalah jiwamu
Rindu ini adalah rindumu
Darah ini adalah darahmu
Tak ada yang lain selain dirimu
Yang selalu kupuja
Wo uh wo
Ku sebut namamu
Di setiap hembusan napasku
Kusebut namamu
Kusebut namamu
Dengan tanganmu aku menyentuh
Dengan kakimu aku berjalan
Dengan matamu ku memandang
Dengan telingamu ku mendengar
Dengan lidahmu aku bicara
Dengan hatimu aku merasa
Tak ada yang lain selain dirimu
Yang selalu kupuja
Wo uh wo
Ku sebut namamu
Di setiap hembusan napasku
Kusebut namamu
Kusebut namamu
Tak ada yang lain selain dirimu
Yang selalu kupuja
Wo uh wo
Ku sebut namamu
Di setiap hembusan napasku
Kusebut namamu
Kusebut namamu
Float, Flow
Floating and flowing
As is. Stones and whirls push her
To the sea of love.
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Rain
Rain is beautiful. Its drops slip between her hair, washing off sadness.
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(In)Visible Monster
Not under the bed, it’s what she’s slept with since she was a cute baby.
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Love Day
What is love day?
A day when love is precious?
Only once a year?
How stingy human being is!
To express love only on that day—
Maybe they are afraid
Of saying love to
That they love dearly.
Maybe expression is
Embarrassing and too low
That they dump it cruelly.
Maybe love is considered a myth
Scientifically unproven
That it is skipped.
Maybe….
So much maybe.
I will still love
You
In silence
As
Love has made my heart pretty
Although rejection and ignorance
Once made it ugly.
All days are my love days.
To my
Beloved—
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Forgiven But Never Forgotten
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Remembrance about the beloved is river flowing to the sea.
Singing Heart
This heart sings. Its notes witness through pitch and tempo. Genres of the soul—
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A Dyed Heart
This heart is flowing fluid
Filling the soul with
Redness of bravery
And rage;
Pinkness of romance
And lust;
Orangeness of warmth
And attention craver;
Yellowness of glory
And jealousy;
Greenness of tranquility
And envy;
Blueness of peace
And mourning;
Whiteness of singularity,
And fear;
Blackness of mystery
And death.
When the soul blinks,
A spectrum ray chutes down
On to the ocean of mind,
Illuminates what’s to solve.
Is your face dyed as your heart is dyed, Beloved?
And your words
Your footsteps
Your breaths
Touch?
Or, layers of curtains shade your true colours?
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Green Everywhere
Green everywhere accompanies traveler on the way to a gate.
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Radiant
The day is aglow, as radiant as garden with colourful grows.
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With green as background….
Well Done
The wind flies dry leaves to where travel’s light and memory’s full. Well done—
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Broken
What’s broken’s broken until connected again. Never be the same—
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Home
There’s always a home for a wanderer. Sweet home— Sweeter than sugar.
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Floating So High
Keeping afloat, buoyant freely swaying playing the waves in the sky—
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I’m Ready
Tell the sun rising and setting that I’m ready anytime: morning, night and day— to present what’s best in my humble life.
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Library
Curated sources of knowledge is a vast deep ocean to dive in.
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A few from Topkapi Palace
Those Love Around
You don’t need so much love to find love around. Make it with a little love.
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Missing Pixels
Missing you is losing some pixels from mind; life becomes less vibrant.
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Bird Eye View
Fly. See land from above. Wide, broad, one whole. Bird eye, one gift from heaven—
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Journey
A journey starts. A journey ends. A route is colourful when observed—
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A Loving Visit
A loving visit beyond time and space. Salaam. Universe answers.
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rike jokanan 
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