graphs of my Universe
You’re a fact
Just untouchable.
You exist
Just indescribable.
You’re not illusion
Just intangible.
You’re one
Just distracting.
You’re near
Just invisible.
You’re far
Just haunting.
You’re minute
Just blocking.
You seem nothing
Just enshrouding.
You’re everything
Just spacing.
You’re not a puzzle
Just enigmatic.
You make me think about you
Just to fail right through.
You’re clear
Just misunderstood.
You
Just
You.
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Waiting for you, Love.
Each day, extra affection.
What a devotion.
—
An artist opens her closet.
There are masks piling,
Waiting for the tasks.
One mask, one face
To make a day.
She stares and thinks
One face today
A genuine
A bright
A true
A nice—
A good day.
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It’s the flow,
Not the water.
It’s the grow,
Not the tree.
It’s the glow,
Not the light.
It’s the vow,
Not the word.
Wow!
It’s a life
Alive.
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I said to angels
Near me,”Tell my love there’s love
In your flapping wings”.
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I was about to send some pictures containing angel numbers (twin/repeated numbers) to a friend who has been in love with especially 333, 3333, 33333 and all the repeated angel number 3 when realising that that friend was not in the list. Where was she? Maybe she unfollowed me? But why?
When checking in other friends’ lists this person was not there either, both in follower and following ones. Ahhh! Maybe she was deactivating herself?
As I don’t have her mobile number, I checked it with her best friend and he said “Yes, she has done it now and then. You don’t realise sometimes your list shortens? It might be her.”
Ahhh! Ok, ok…. 😊
She’s not lucky. The photos with her angel number are now for you all. 🙏🏼
Salaam.
Lessons? Things unknown,
Still unknown, maybe won’t be,
Solved with acceptance—
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Oftentimes people make the biggest mistake because they are young, because they are stupid or because they are not clear of what they aim at in life. At least that is what my core circle has agreed.
Many people reject to go for health check earlier only to find that they have really bad health problems too late to manage through life style change— too old or too weak and can only be managed through surgery and/or medication. This happens a lot around me. They would say “I am ok. I am healthy. No symptoms. It is just light headache. It is just small numb. It is just light coughing. It will get better soon. Blahblahblah.” And boom! Big troubles come (almost) late!
Do health check without waiting for intense symptoms. Don’t underestimate a pinch as it can be a punch.
Many people think buying property can be done at later age. They prefer buying cars, branded stuff, etc for the sake of high prestige. They would say “I want to enjoy my single life. I still can live with my parents. Why so hurry? My spouse will buy it for me later. Blahblablah.” And boom! Property price soars high in just some years and those branded stuff investment can’t cover the desired property.
Prioritise property (although at the same time some fancy stuff can’t wait). Of course this is not applicable to the haves who can buy whatever they want.
Certain people overshare for the sake of feeling guilty and trying to explain excessively. I am one of them— once tried to explain why and why just because I was afraid of being judged. And so I shared something that I promised to myself would keep it for VVIP circle of mine. And boom! The humiliation and disrespect that came back to me has made me feel like a biggest moron and worthless in the universe. It is taking time to accept the total stupidity about (blind) love.
Don’t overthink. Don’t overshare even with someone that you love the most if there is no clear foundation.
Aaaahhh!
Life is a school whose next classes can only be entered through a bunch of lessons learnt because of failures and wrong doings which look unforgivable but actually truly forgivable. 😘
There is no right or wrong. What is there is only acceptance and lessons learnt.
Salaam.
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Close your eyes tight
If you hate to see me.
You will fall asleep
Peacefully.
Unlucky you,
Beloved.
You cannot block your ears
If you hate my music.
Your earbuds will amplify it
Loudly.
You will get used to it
And die while joyfully humming it.
My music,
My breathing
Will become your music,
Your breathing.
A
Heart
Beats—
—
inspired by QS 15:29
One by one they fall,
Petals decompose to soil,
Fertilising life—
—
The green of beauty was there
Until the mist slithers around
And hides what was seen.
Nature is a mystery
Unrolls its scroll slowly
As if not wanting to hurt
The hands with which it is held.
The mist though will be beautiful
Before it is kissed by warm air
That whispers a song singing
“Melt away. Morning thanks you. Day, noon, after and night truly love you.
If space unvoiced between trees scripting can’t connect the dots, only light can do.”
In no time the sun is rising,
Then the mist is missed.
That is how the story begins.—-
Thanks, Michael for allowing me to repost this picture to illustrate my verses. God bless you.
A Journey into Mist 4
Fly, leaf with the wind
Pushing you to where you go
For joy and safety.
—
Time is a fortress
Protecting from memories
Of love that once bloomed.
—
Weekend is coming
Completing a full cycle
Between work and rest.
—
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—
—
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.
—
Cloudy day’s hotter.
It keeps heat float on the soil,
inviting grand rain.
—
Colours, hues, shades, tints
In a garden strike the eyes
Wandering within.
—
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.
What can a gift do?
Dance in the heart of friendship,
Rest in the friends’ soul—
—
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.
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.
—
Sufficiently served—
Each season presents a gift
That is grateful for.
—
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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💗🎼
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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
Floating and flowing
As is. Stones and whirls push her
To the sea of love.
—
Rain is beautiful. Its drops slip between her hair, washing off sadness.
—
Not under the bed, it’s what she’s slept with since she was a cute baby.
—
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—
—
—
Remembrance about the beloved is river flowing to the sea.
This heart sings. Its notes witness through pitch and tempo. Genres of the soul—
—
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?
—
Green everywhere accompanies traveler on the way to a gate.
—
The day is aglow, as radiant as garden with colourful grows.
—
With green as background….
rike jokanan 
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