Tag: missing you

Describing You

Learning, Poetic
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.

—

you’re my needle in a haystack

Missing You

Learning, Poetic
Missing you, dear you who might not realise that you’re you who’s dearly missed.

—

“oncom” in grated cassava (oncom di jero = combro), Sundanese deep fried snack that in Singapore is only available in Indo Express — not a best combro but a perfect one when homesick

Dream of You

Learning, love, Poetic
A beautiful view
Conjured by moon, sunk by sun.
It feels faraway,
A dissipating shadow.
At least I dream about you.

—

Sunday, did you conspire with the sun to snap my dream? Never mind. I’ll call the moon again to get it back. 😄

Happy Sunday!

Freydoon Rassouli’s Alchemy of Love

Food Is Mood

Learning
Boneless tongue can lie
And taste, too. Leading the mood
To where you have been.

I miss Ubud…. Spending time alone or with some friends in a place where mind can freely digest what’s been hoarded through daily interactions at times bringing negativity and pessimism against life, is one of life’s great blessings.

Missing a place and can’t visit it? Cook the specialty!

Missing someone and can’t even contact him? Me? Hmm…. Just whisper his name….! 🥰

sate lilit ayam, urap kacang + sambel matah
guess what – ground spices and herbs for the chicken
all are finely sliced for sambel matah
minced chicken + grated coconut + ground spices and herbs skewered around lemongrass

Don’t You Sense?

Learning

Don’t you see the leaping alphabets in every keyboard that you touch? That’s how many times I whisper your name, Love.

Don’t you hear the click of the second at the clock that you check now and then? That’s how often your name pops up in this mind, Love.

Don’t you smell the fragrance in every bite of apple you enjoy? That’s how intense the pain of remembering you, Love.

Don’t you taste the slight sour in every cup of coffee that you brew? That’s how I put a bit of you in all my prayer, Love.

Don’t you gently rub your temples of getting tired of thinking of routine puzzles? That’s how hard I think of you with thousands of failure, Love.

I doubt that you care the senses about me….

And you choose to travel afar, leaving traces of ignorance and mockery on me….

Go ahead, Love if that makes you find victory and create a crowd in your mind like a herd of elephants meet and greet happily….

Free verse from a singing heart of a Lover to the Beloved