Tag: poem

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!

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

You’re my best omiyage
From wherever Nihon
I visit.
You’re my desperate love songs
I sing
From wherever corner of the world
I sit.
You’re my sweet mystery
That I can never solve.
Why
Oh why,
Dear
Omiyage?

I present
You to only
Those that I love.

Wrapped in white
Ribboned in red
Wished in indigo

Dear
Omiyage

——

Japanese omiyage is the same tradition of Javanese oleh-oleh in which local souvenirs are brought for others after traveling to a specific place or simply when visiting. So it is not just random souvenirs, omiyage or oleh-oleh is a token of experience sharing and caring friendship from someone to someone else.

A sweet gesture that will be perfect when done with sincerity and mindfulness—

Salaam.

Niigata rice, the best omiyage for good friends this time — humble ladies, see you tomorrow 🙏🏼

About omiyage

Blue on Green

Look! It’s blue on green
Burning spirit to trueness
Of living simple.

——

I love the rice field sprawling along the train track in Japan. It brings feel of peace at the same time reminding me that there are still those who are willing to live as farmers even (according to my Japanese friends) with not so high income.

God bless farmers without whom we won’t live.

Salaam.

irrigation that travels like blood in body

the clouds that travel by the wind like dream in mind

Transit

Life’s a swift transit
Where tripper’s redirected
To where home resides.

——

before going home i made myself a rush to visit this three-tier turret of Takada Castle

behind the pink

behind the white

behind the purple

and right in front of it

Life

The price of good life:
A cluster that can grow wild
On the grey tree bark?

——

which is more precious? bark of the tree or the fungi growing happy? are they mutually enriching each other?

I See You

I see you, beauty
When I walk or sit or rest.
You’re sheer, true yet mute.

——

beauty is everywhere, dancing in silence 💕

Summer