Tag: poem

Baking that heals 💕

my productivity outside office 💕

not bad at all! 💕

with matcha as my cocoa is expired 😝

new yeast was not yet into my day, the doug didn’t rise as expected even after 3.5-hour rest 🙃

two types of flour for one recipe

feeling better with baking — trying new yeast that I’m not friendly with

Bitter Sweet

Life is bitter sweet
For sense that is alive,
Willing and happy to taste
Whatever that is served.

Enjoy.
Life is full of tastes
From all directions

Enjoy.
Life is worth tasting
Until its completion.

——

enjoy! carbo please….

healthful food is food from my own kitchen

bitter gourd with sweet chicken filling

green and fresh

Dos & Don’ts

Do what you want
Just don’t touch my thing,
Said I.

I moved your thing
But I didn’t take it,
Said wind.

Sometimes naked words
Are taken as a wrapped joke,
Said I.

No one said anything
As it is just a blowing wind
Missing me one day.

——

two days of sick leave and when i was back to work, my cats and boxed stone were re-arranged by heaven knows who

maybe my cats climbed up or jumped 😝

original arrangement 💕

Loosen Up

Loosen up,
Beloved
Between sunrise
And sunset.

Breathe in,
Beloved
Inhaling love,
The colourless.

Halt here,
Beloved
Enjoying void
That’s alive.

Breathe out,
Beloved
Exhaling blessings,
The colourful.

——

AgnesMo reminds me that whatever season it is, don’t forget to insert a space to have fun — thanks, Agnes although my way is so much different from yours 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

Beauty

Learning, Poetic, This Person

When I was a girl
I admired my mother’s beauty;
Being a juvenile,
I admired my sisters’ and girlfriends’;
When adult,
I admired my idols’;
Getting more mature,
I admired flowers’;
All of which forgetting
The beauty in front of the mirror:

Now I admire no one’s,
But I appreciate everyone’s;
All through realising
The beauty reflected in the mirror.

——

beauty after beauty

beauty refreshed

tell your beautiful self “Thank you!”

Home is a house that I build very slowly with deep thought. The amount of energy put there is a number one priority about my future — I even pause almost all my personal travel plans this year in order to totally focus on this project full completion.

Bless me, dear Life.

Thank you!

💕

This is magnificent! So much money and thought must have been put to finally materialise this home. Very unique and serene! The “99 doors” must be symbolising the 99 attributes of God in Islam, the 99 names reflecting feminine and masculine qualities of God in the teaching. 🙏🏼

Do i wish to have this type of home? Javanese modern, yes but my home would be much smaller and humbler. 🙏🏼

The only resemblance of this one to my mini Javanese home is the wood that were bought from antique collectors, the greenery and the homey atmosphere. The rest is just two poles apart.

I am thankful to have a second home that shows the me in its character (my tiny home in Greater Jakarta is an industrial mass production that is definitely not me)

And I am charmed by the Javanese home belonging to Ms Farah.

High

I’m high
Of thinking of
You that hums and chants
Nature of love
Spraying peace
Around my orbit.

I’m high
Of rotating on my own self,
And revolving around
You.

——

not so high a stack but it took three hours to do so — yes, i’m slow Iron Woman 😁

Sunset

Sunset,
When you greet,
You greet with messages
To see an end
As a start,
To see brightness
Wrapped in some dark,
To feel some doubt
As a protection.

Sunset,
Not long after you
I will sleep
To dream what I can’t achieve,
To release what I can’t detach,
To kiss my beloved,
To travel to where your sister
Sunrise gives back
All what rest.

——

today’s beautiful sunset 💕

pretty wind chime from Bogyoke Market, Myanmar that has been light and sound reflector since 2018 — thank you for today!

Just Like That

I stand on a sheet of paper
Full of flying poems
That tell me
That life is just like
That.

I stand in front of a mirror
Full of dancing shadows
That tell me
That real is just like
That.

I stand across the bridge
Full of swimming hopes
That tell me
That memory is just like
That.

I stand on a piece of heart
Full of singing loves
That tell me
That dream is just like
That.

I stand next to a bucket
Full of listed completions
That tell me
That failure is just like
That.

I stand with myself
Full of cries and smiles
That tell me
That success is just like
That.

Be just right,
Not less,
Not more,
As life is just like
That.

——

I never wanted to visit Korea until one colleague sent me a photo of library near our office in Seoul. Today he reminded me again about the library and told me to go there soon as he is moving to another location soon and might need to travel long to bring me to the library.

But he also said “Library is just like that. The most important thing is its collection, not its building.”

“And the building is like in the photo? Just like that?”

“Yes. It is just like that. You’re still welcome to Korea though.”

“Sure! Scheduled.”

🙏🏼

thank you!

Colours in The Dark

I first saw his works in Amsterdam and Paris in 2017 — stunning and extraordinary! So when “Van Gogh: The Immersive Experience” came to Singapore, I didn’t think twice to go.

While there was so much to enjoy, the huge room where people can just relax within the expo before continuing their look-around or after doing it was my favourite.

This video was of my first entry to the room. After enjoying the Van Gogh VR experience, I went back there to enjoy the time before finally left the expo: children playing, adults chatting, some sleeping, even a lady dancing. There was serenity in this dark room full of Van Gogh’s colours virtually projected to the walls by technology.

I am blessed to be there.

Thank you!

Salam.

🐣

Home

Evening awaits
Trippers who miss home. Hurry.
Go home happily.

——

good evening, commuters — go home happily 💕

never bored with this angle; whatever weather, whatever colour — i love to be home 💕

Now Is Calling Me

Written on a board
Dreams as deep as memories—
Now is calling me.

——

i wish to write this in one ema for JLPT N5 😂 someday 🐣 yet i don’t want to lose my today, the best day i have every day 💕

You to Me

In a bottle of perfume
You are the heart note.
In a cup of coffee
You are the acidity.
In a full course meal
You are the entree.
In a life of a human
You are the love.

——

stronger with YOU

Sweetness of Heart

Learning, Poetic, This Person

My life is sugar cane
That I chew in summer day
Before singing.

My life is honeycomb
That I suck in rainy day
Before whistling.

My life is a bowl of ice cream
That I dig in on a quiet day
Before humming.

My life is sweetness of heart
That I choose
Before resting.

——

i wish to be back someday to enjoy it in summer 💕

Day Out

It’s one fun day out
When colours race with the light
Depicting good moods.

——

life is a gambling for those betting against it

♥️ weekend well spent

💕 much to learn in silent colours

sunflowers ♥️

what do you see?

Van Gogh’s bedroom in the asylum

i brought this home together with some souvenirs 💝

Trace of Power

Power that is left
Tells outer layers of truth
That might not be true.

——

And it doesn’t matter as truth might have millions of layers depending on number of thoughts dissecting their stories.

Life is unlimited.

💕

Okayama Castle – front view

Okayama Castle – back view

super fragrant flower in Karokuen Garden

Drink with Friends

Hold your own beer,
I’m busy with my tea.
Enjoy your brewed fruits,
I’m busy with my brewed leaves.

Toast!
For long friendship
With so much drink
Without getting drunk.

——

the chairs are beer barrels, tables are a wooden board on top of piling beer crates, food are mostly beef, beverages are all things

oolong tea for me, beer for Asahi-san, peach tea for Yakisoba-san yesterday night

we told him he still had to help us with errand bags so he’d be better not to get drunk 😂

Tokumori Shrine after work today

Power

The main cable’s cut,
Power surge’s down. Light’s off.
Ruin of pride sprawling—

——

Mori Tadamasa — the owner of Tsuyama Castle

not taking high IQ to learn that many if not all the daimyos and above were human beings thirsty of power

human beings are both individual and social, original and political, psychological and cultural, good and evil; let life be fair at the right time and the right place to me — i just want to be humane and nothing else 😊 avoiding people with intrigues is paramount even if they are the ones that i love the most 😘

life of non aristocratic is more interesting to me where politic is just about how to stay in self control with some occasional sparks of witty explosions and to gracefully stabilise the society ♥️

rebuilt part of Tsuyama Castle’s Bitchu Yagura (viewed from not so nice a point) — you don’t have to look pretty or grand all the time, dear Castle 😍

when i saw the high stone walls of this castle, i could imagine how it was strongly fortified

just with 6 ruins of hundreds of castles in Japan I visited (Asahi-san has visited 75 and counting) and it is already clear to me what kind of culture this nation was built upon and what type of aristocratic people started the build — all nations are blessed in different ways

this is how beautiful Tsuyama Castle scenery was in one sakura season (foto borrowed from tsuyama.kokosil.net) — i’m blessed enough to see it in Jun ♥️

thank you, Tsuyama 🙏🏼

Note: Castle is open from 8:40am to 7pm Japan time

Green and Greener

It’s green grass back home,
Her grass looks greener, sweeter
Though. Is it the sun?

——

There is a proverb in Indonesian “rumput tetangga selalu kelihatan lebih hijau“ that literally means neighbours’ grass always looks greener. And yes, that’s always what I feel in many countries outside Indonesia and Singapore yet at the same time I miss to be home in either Indonesia or Singapore where sun is both indulging and heating.

I am truly “green-eyed” some time. And I so much miss home.

🧑‍🎤

dancing orange

orange in joy

yellow having a chat

it’s just sweet!

inspiration for the garden right in front of my bedroom; right size to copy — thank you!

Love Is Not Leaving

Love is not leaving.
Kernel then seedling then tree;
Stays yet multiplies—

——

After some journey and some work finally dinner was here now and it was an unforgettable one.

This long dragged day is nothing compared to today’s dinner. A dinner accompanied by a poem.

Yes my life is full of flower.

Thanks for the blessings!

Salaam.

♥️

sure it is about flowers — thanks much! i feel a tiny love bouncing and getting bigger and bigger in my heart when eating

they put it under my green tea; what a sweet creativity this restaurant demonstrates — will never forget this!

Nodding Orchids

Those nodding orchids
Complying with breeze flow hum,
Dance then fly away.

——

life is just like that ♥️

found the ID: Brassavola Great Egret

the other one finally bloomed yesterday, both dancing together since then

the slowest to bloom among the gang yet the most gracefully dancing

Today

Celebrate today
‘Coz there won’t be tomorrow
Everyday’s today.

——

Weekend is packing and doing household chores while enjoying rhythm of the rain.

♥️

some for today with grapes before going out after my success with laundry and this lovely jadah

voila! i will bring some for my next week biz trip ♥️ we call it JADAH or TETEL or ULI

steam for about 30 min, 45 min max if softer texture is preferred — while it is hot, pound it slowly until it becomes cake

add grated coconut

up to this consistency

boil it with coconut milk added, salt is optional based on taste preferred

glutinous rice soaked in water for at least 30 min

Mathematically In Love

This love is a math
With numbers operated
For an x to solve

——

The x is always the most stubborn to solve. Or, just not even wanting to solve 😊

A Head In A Table

This head, Beloved
Is full of colours
That suck all memories
To an abandoned landfill
Where poems dance in joy
Recycling precious moments
Into glowing beads
Jingling around a neck,
Chuckling on millions of love wishes
That scatter on a table.

——

yeah! this is one busiest corner of my head everyday! messy yet full of love 💕😀

Summer Is Calling

Summer is calling
With tint pallet of the east.
Bright. Fascinating.

——

colours

Dress Up

Dress up,
Beloved
Even when you work remotely.
Dress up,
Beloved
Even when you’re alone in the cubicle.
Dress up,
Beloved
Even among the crowd; wave your hands with genuine smiles.
Dress up,
Beloved
Even if your style’s outlandish; be busy with how your story can go.

There’s sun spotting your colours.
There’s wind kissing your scent.
There’s moon drawing your silhouette.
There’re stars showering you with breathing confetti.

——

all my path is catwalk on which i walk presenting a designer’s masterpiece — no excuse of low performance, any chance to walk is to display the best of my designer’s pride

my style is work of art that might be differently interpreted and appreciated — it doesn’t matter, people see what they want to see and hear what they want to hear although they can’t lie to themselves

i love my style more and more everyday

♥️

Mountains

Mountains to climb
As seas to sail
Diving deep in to the oceans
Knowing to go and to fail

——

7 Mountains (60%)

Happy Together

Walking the aisle
Two smiling earthlings can’t stop waving hands
To us
Who wonder
“They were toddlers we hugged,
Now they read solemn vow?”
It is a happy day
When we pray, laugh and eat together
Witnessing happiness that proceeds.

——

Matt, my best friend’s youngest son is getting married today! Matt and Cheer, Tante Rike happy for you 😘😘😘 send me all our pictures ♥️

cheering with groom’s mama after eating 😂 day is good with those looking forward to bright days ♥️

The Poem

My poem for you
Is not in the words.
My poem for you
Sits on the bed of this heart.
The words that you recite
Is what language can say
About what is still,
Admiring you from a secret place
That keeps everything
And keeps flowing.

——

some poem is better utterred on canvas

a small play for a toilet at home; an intermezzo to take a break from the gift painting in progress

Dear Omiyage