Tag: poet

Time

Learning, Poetic, This Person
I wish a nice day for you
And evening so bright,
In one morning wishing you
Good night.

How time
Broadens our space,
It mimes
Every broken wish.

—

The Persistence of Memory (painting by Salvador Dali)

About Salvador Dali’s The Persistence of Memory

Cross Road

Learning, Poetic, This Person
Walking a cross road,
Filling a crossword puzzle
With just a sweet wit

—

never hesitate to walk through a cross road where map is sometimes a second thought, the first is always what my heart says ❣️

Perfect?

Learning, Poetic, This Person
Perfect, Beloved?
Universe dancing pattern
With risks and blessings--

—

there is no need to be perfect to be beautiful — it is just about expressing one’s self genuinely

picture from Pinterest

In Our Rendezvous

Learning, This Person, Those People
In our next
Next
Next rendezvous
We won't see but white
And laughter
Decorating the day.
All bad times will be forgotten,
Leaving early with the short memory
Giving us only good times
And an ease that next stage
Is just another
Rendezvous.

—

if we all survive by then, my best friends and i will look like this 😍 all of us will wear spectacles 😁 how sweet and romantic a friendship can be ❣️

picture from Pinterest

Hard or Light

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person
To remember you is hard
With only shadow in my eyes.
To touch you is hard
With dimensions between us.
To see you is hard
With you unwilling to show up.
To hear you is hard
With your vague heads-up.
Yet to love you is light
As light as light brightening my heart.

—

someone is lucky to be capable of loving even that whose heart is a frozen clover 🍀

Sweet Heart

Learning, Poetic
What can be sweeter than sugar
Except a heart that sings
In each of her beat
In each of her vibe
In each of her flutter

—

many minutes of delay mean a lot of tea, book and music — i am not with a sweetheart but always with a sweet heart

💕

New Guest

Learning, Poetic
Who are you, hooman.
Don't sleep here,
My bed.
I am new here.
Yours truly
Visiting cat.

—

on the bed – this cat belongs to my mother’s neighbour; she visits my mother’s home everyday leaving her 3 kittens screaming, she will run back home when she is full 😍 she even enjoys the bed for her before others can slumber at night 😌

on my lap – a mother sometimes needs a daughter’s lap — neko-chan!!! 😃

A Fan Not

Learning, Poetic
A fan not, dear love
Takes away half of portion
Of adoration.

—

no garnish, just 2 cabbage rolls for today’s night munching

my first cabbage rolls — not the best, i regretted of putting a can of tomato into it, should have been half of if

i am not a fan of tomato 😌

i still have 8 remaining in the freezer and will make it perfect next year 😍

The Music Is

Learning, love, Poetic
Once I saw a name
On one of my 100 days
Then a cloud flew
Over the same night
Sweeping away a story
Leaving an end
Hanging silently
With no word
Just my throbbing heart
Counting how long spaces were.
Then I asked you
"Did I really see
You?"

—

Life Given

Learning, love, Poetic
Life is given
Each day
To those
Falling in love.

How can I not breathe
You?

—

the flowers give life to the statue

Atsushi Taniguchi is a florist whose flower arrangements define that that i call falling in love — colourful yet not busy, packed yet not congested, priceless yet not expensive, easy yet not cheap, meticulous yet not complicated

💕

I to You

Learning, Poetic
If I can cry my soul,
It is only for
You.

I
Whose heart is made of
Silken nets miss
You.

I
Whose plane wanders
Circumambulate
You.

—

stillness that spins, noise that calms, memory that vanishes, emptiness that fulfils — all within

what’s missed has all been met at a point for a moment then time pulls the wanderer to keep the journey on and on like a subtle network full of signs and wisdom about the beloved

happy long weekend with no interruption

💕

Garden of Roses

Learning, Poetic
My heart is a garden of roses
That bloom
When I feel
You.

My heart is a garden of thorns
That prick
When I think of
You.

—

wishing that a climbing rose grows and blooms happily in the kitchen door 💕 my guests will feel the beauty without having to think of the gardening

picture from Pinterest

Wishing

Learning, Poetic
I wished him much money
I wished myself something less
I won't know if he'll be happy
I know I get the best

—

Merry Christmas

i met a friend who asked me to wish him happiness by having a lot of money then i wished that for him; he asked if i wanted the same wish, i asked him to wish me that i live my life to the fullest — he said “you are blessed with it now”

some friends simply make you feel thankful forever with what you have

A Guest

Learning, Poetic
A guest, Beloved:
Someone enjoying your home
Then a warm farewell

—

it’ was either me or my friend the guest here; yet we both enjoyed today’s dinner so much

Sweet Setting

Learning
Leaving with no grudge
That giving an ugly setting
To this short story

—

you can be someone’s story background like those flowers and grass in this photo; make sure you make the story go more smoothly or feel more easily — keep your bitter and sour taste for yourself 😁

so much love today as all things were perfectly resolved — idem ditto for all days ahead 💕

Friendly Visits

Learning, Poetic
There's no other word
Better than welcome and thanks
To visiting friends.

—

me, Mbak Dee and Pak Soer in MRT red line from Orchard heading to my home — welcome to my humble abode! 🙏🏼

Mbak Dee and I are durian eaters, Pak Soer is social durianer 😂

maybe it is the durian at night that has made me “fresher”, not only the medication that brings some spike of food craving 🤭

we went home at 12am with durian burp smell and promise to meet again some day

thank you, Mbak Dee and Pak Soer 💕

One Best

Learning, Poetic
One best, Beloved
Not ranked number one but that
From problems not run--

—

there’s always one best and this one is for today’s 😊 (sauté grated carrot, fried dried fish, seaweed)

home cooking is my favourite food

Old

Learning, Poetic
I'm old, Beloved.
Inch by inch closer to the gate
Of letting all go.

—

the wooden structure at the end of the bridge used to be a ryokan that is not in operation anymore, it was left with its old days’ golden era — it is now deserted and decayed

a reflection of getting old?

A conversation with best friend about definition of old and our getting old.

Me (M): By UN definition we are not old yet. Old is those above 60.

Best friend (BF): That’s just to make the working age later and later.

M: So we still have at least 16 years before officially called old by the definition.

BF: By then they define old as those above 70.

M: I guest human beings push the boundary to stay young.

BF: Young and immortal?

M: I don’t want to be immortal.

BF: You will if you have children. You will want to live seeing them grow up, get married, give you grandchildren, and so on with you healthy and happy with them.

M: They want it, too? Only if I am around without any care needed from them I guess.

Both of us: 😂😂😂

About the UN definition of old

Home

Learning, Poetic
A home, Beloved
Where kitchen's fun and alive,
Diningroom's smiling

—

i’ve been living away from my parents since young age and before that i loved to cook for everyone in the family; i was not a best cook but my father loved most of what i made — now i realize why i prefer home cooking (both mine and my friends’) to the restaurant food — most home cooking is loaded with fresh ingredients, less additive substance and lots of sprinkles of love

my friends are visiting soon and i am thinking of cooking for them — excited! 💕

Home

Learning
I'm flying back home
To weave a new home that's warm
And knows only you.

—-

Muraksara Nusantara — “Indonesia’s human beings” in Soetta Airport domestic arrival, in transit before Singapore

Yes, I know most of them thanks to their roles and professions in Indonesia — I respect most of them due to their integrity leaving me no doubt that human beings are created to inspire others positively, question some due to their fake impartiality whether their people or their “political promotor”

we Indonesian will never forget how these two men of two poles apart life principles fought for the birth of Indonesia that is formed from hundreds of sultanates and kingdoms — asked, I would vote Hatta first as a man of integrity for his loyalty and honesty, while Soekarno for his speech and bravery

Home

Learning, Map It!, Poetic
Home, Beloved,
When all faces lining up
Remind me of you.

—-

Rupa Buwana in Soekarno Hatta International Airport, Banten — faces of those people of the world who have outstanding contribution — I am still asking “why there is no Steve Jobs and Emily Dickinson? 😊💕

Indonesia’s 1st President and Vice President — Soekarno and Mohammad Hatta

Purple

Learning, Poetic, This Person
Purple is royal,
Then royal becomes too high.
Let white be ruling.

—-

dots, lines, shapes and colours — i used to love purple until one day white looked lighter to both my eyes and head 💕

when light is growing prettier