Sunday, January 30, 2011

Two Lovers

Gentle whispering through the rustling leaves,

Carried away in the delicate breeze,

Where the night so serene under the stars,

And the moon cradled the earth within its gaze,

Whispering of a secret desire,

Of two hearts yearning for each other,

Two hearts merged into one,

by the spring moonlit, they met in disguise,

unspoken desire in their misty eyes,

as their eyes spoke the longing,

and their bodies wrapped in sweet embrace,

a forbidden love of two enemies,


The air was perfumed with sweet fragrance,

Of white petals blooming in the springtime,

Pure sweet lotuses, the flowers of sanctity,

Of love and sacrifice,

Encircling the two lovers in their grace,

Enchanted night of secret lovers,

The air was soft as fanning wings,

White petals on the pathway kept watching over,

of two faces over a cradle bent,

Gently kissing, before the dawn stole the bride away,

Back into the castle of the enemy,

Where their fate might forever be apart,

The moon shone bright and fair,

Kissed their faces gentle and tender,

Providing refuge of the two lovers,

From horsemen on their horsebacks,

As their disguise was no more,

And their secret was soon to be revealed in haste,

Two hearts merged into one,

Of two faces over a cradle bent,

Hand in hand they stepped bold and courageous,

One last long kiss, before their doom,

As the blade of steel sought a revenge,

Blind and merciless

My Worries

Friends come and go in your life. Some leave footprints forever in your heart...sealed in a sacred place. Saying goodbye is the hardest part...over the years, we've been through so many things, bad and good times, laughters and tears, pain and joys...all we had shared hand in hand as if time would remain ours. So many times, you dried tears over my eyes, lending me a shoulder to cry on. Sometimes, you borrowed mine as your shoulder to cry on. We had shared our darkest secrets, locking them up within our hearts. Without words, we stayed in silent, embracing in an understanding. That was the sweetest moment in my life...surrounded by those whom I dearly treasure as beloved friends...living in a quite, serene small ship...unreachable by old witches and scary merciless trolls...it was a safe a haven.

Time now betrays me or is it fate taking such glorious moments from my abode? Plunging me deep into a raging longitude with tempest and tornado... forcing me to say goodbye to my beloved friends... leaving me vulnerable to the world outside...where witches and merciless creatures wait for their prey....How I was so scared... how my heart faltered...and tears streamed down my face...yet, no matter how hard I've been crying, my fate has been sealed into this place.... bound me helpless ... to rely on no one but myself...and the Most Merciful Divine....

How two weeks feel like two decades...each step is encountered by a scary witch who keeps me close at her heel. Often, I fell on my knees, wrapping both within my arms...trembling with such a monstrous fears and worries....waiting someone to save the day. May be it's just the feeling of stepping inside a totally new horizon...may be I was not that tough to stay in this place...already I'm crumbling inside as my fears mount higher each day...only the smiles on those faces keep me going... to breathe for another day...words of encouragement from my beloved friends... when she said "what cant kill you will make you stronger".... but what if i get killed in the end?


How I miss my world of solitude...where the place belongs to me only...where my imagination runs wild and free...taking me high soaring into the skies...seeing the world below in its beautiful myriads of dusts...various life forms taking into shape...magnificent in its color...feeling so safe from the evils outside...

How I miss you all my beloved friends...to share stories and adventures.... yet life sometimes does not go the way we want it...and we all each have a role to play. Each of us should play the best of it untill the time stops and we breathe no more.


Sunday, January 16, 2011

BEAUTIFUL CRY

I breathe the air, on top of this mountain,

floatingg freely among the clouds of heaven,

soaring high along the cries of the heron,

as an eagle takes his first flight lesson,

I close my eyes, feeling the rushing wind,

listening to the whispering of the rustling leaves,

as the soft breeze caresses my face,

and the sun gently kisses my senses,

I open my eyes, gazing in wonders,

the majestic portrait laid upon my eyes,

the green treetops of the tropical forests,

the fragrant of the wild flowers,

the sweet gazes of the roaming gazelles,

the tenderness of the nature kisses,

it's a heavenly bliss,

I get down on my knees,

feeling overwhelmed with so much ecstasy,

letting the misty haze takes me in,

as tears of serenity stream down my eyes,

merging my soul in the Divine splendors


Friday, January 7, 2011

A FLOATING LOTUS

The moon pearls the skies in golden hues,

Its shimmering rays kiss gently the ghostly lakes and ponds,

As the red lanterns float on its surface,

Like fireflies among magical fairies,

A floating Lotus rising through waters,

Its luminous white petals outshine the darkness,

Blossoming in vibrant pure delights,

As the lanterns dance to greet the Queen,

Bowing in respect of the sheer beauty,

A floating Lotus rising through waters,

A flower of forever charms,

Spelling a magic dream to its beholders,

Of peace and love,

A sacred journey into sanctuary,

Mystica From Peace On Earth

Listening to the ancient tune,

Whispering winds take flight,

Following the songs of the sea nymphs,

as myriads of luminous lights drifting over the sea waters,

when the morning sun kiss gently,

I, stand in wonders,

A murmuring chants of the great spirits,

Across valleys and terrains,

Across treetops of tropical forests,

Up to shimmering hills and mountains,

Blazing golden bright under the morning sun,

I, close my eyes in dreams,

Sweet fragrance of wild blossoms,

As the dewdrops wash off their petals,

A morning treat of the Divine,

And the birds resonate their loving melodies,

I, drift off in stillness,

Peace song of the earth,

Ancient tune of the cosmos,

Soothing the soul and spirit,

A remedy for the broken hearts,

A sanctuary for the weary minds,

A generous treat of the Divine,

Monday, January 3, 2011

After A Decade ...Am I A Changed Person?

"Nothing is constant but the change itself", nothing endures but change, wisemen said. Nothing stands still. The start of this newe year, 2011, Im Looking back at years i've been living in this metropolis city called Jakarta. It's amazing how a decade has gone too soon. It was as if I had just arrived in this city yesterday with my unfit personality and fashion, if it could be called fashion, lol. I was a naive country girl then, just stepping inside the wild wild jungle. It's like a cave man entering a civilization. Everthing I looked at was something to marvel about, the tall skyscrapers towering this metropolis, the 'modern' girls, the buzzing life of its inhabitants, also it's shocking attitudes. These were all new to my poor inexperinced life. Never before in my life i stepped outside my inner circle ranging from my sweet home, schools, and neighbors. Never before in my life, I imagined blending myself in this 'modern' city life. In my eyes, they were things unreal floating around my conscience, but i could not touch. Something inside me insisted that I would never change or adapted into this bizarre world. Something told me I would always be a naive country girl whom my parents loved, whom my neighbors liked, lol. Now, I'm asking myself, am I still that naive scared girl? unchanged? untouched by such things called 'modern'? Am I changed for the better or worse?

I used to see things only in its two colors, black and white. Grey or any other colors never crossed my mind. It's always either good or bad, right or wrong, light or dark. My Dad used to see things in such a way. His faith on this never falters until now. He's a man of principle whom I always look up to. The way he sees things this way often gives him lots of problems. Yet, in the end, he always stands proud and tall on what he beleives in. I wish I had such strong will. Anyway, a decade of living in this metropolis makes me see things differently. It's not always about black and white, sometimes there's a shade of grey in everything. In here, "survival of the fittest" applies but not entirely. I remembered how I cried first time in this jungle. I was not yet used to sarcasm or cynisism, not to mention "getting rid of the weak". Being so akward and odds in anything I did, the pressure seemed put a heavy stone on my chest. I never like being put into any competition, well except for lessons competition in class, lol. I never enjoyed in competition or anything like it, always trying desperately to stay out of the spotlight (lol, as if i was ever been in there). I prefer the calmness, seas without any ripples, just a peaceful state of being. But sometimes, living in this city push me into my limits. Now, there's a harshness, resilience, inside me as if they were actually long had been there. They were asleep in dormant, waiting the opportunity to get unleashed. Now, instead of cowering in my seat, I would take a stand if some thugs asking for money on the metromini... certainly, there's fear inside me, but sometimes my rage is just bigger, lol. Now, I could say 'NO' a little bit, if I was asked to do something i disliked or did not approve. Now, i could stand my ground if I feel like it. Now, I will not cry if someone bullies me with some sarcasm or cynism. Yet, sometimes, my pride and stubborness makes this resilience worse... no longer able to define black from white... everything seems in a shade of gray now. I guess I am changed. For better or worse, I still have to find the answer... hope it is for the beter, lol.

Still I have to be thankful for I have never gone into extreme like what I've seen in some of my of friends or the people around me. I think part of it because I always have a balance among my friends and colleagues. Some bring good influence, some brings bad, many brings both in balance. Friendship, from what I've learnt so far, can be so very tricky. It's like studying an art, you should pay attention into details, trying to get the best picture with the brush of your canvas. Sometimes, disappointing, it will break your heart, making you crying and leaving you shrink in pain. Often, it will enlighten your spirit, providing strenght and courage to go on, making you worth of living. Mutual respect, affection, and understanding are the basics for such a relation to work properly. I think these apply to any relationship. If these were absence, then things would not work out fine. Yet, sometimes I find hard to apply... in theory it looks easy... in practise it is very hard... learning a work of art is always a hard task... needs preseverance and patience...two things which I sometimes lack of, lol.

Anyway, changed though I was, something remain the same inside me. I hate being put into any competition...I hate competing getting into train to get any one empty seat, I hate getting such 'impolite' manners of pushing and shovelings others by force into any public transportation, lol. I am still blind about fashion, I dont wear any brand on my clothes, shoes, or any other of my apparels because I still have the feeling that wasting so much money only for brand is a crime. Afterall, I comes from a humble modest family who work from scratch to get money to eat and finance the education. And yes, if the faux ones feel comfortable and cheaper, why not wear them. For me, brand has nothing to do with personality... it has something to do with lifestyle and prestige... two things that I so far remain immune, lol. Also, my tongue still enjoys traditonal food more than the frezie culinary buzz. I love better eating 'tempe', 'tahu', 'sego tumpang', 'kupat tahu', rather than Pizza, hamburger, or hot dog. Last but not the least, my habit of reading and writing are not worn out or lost. Reading and writing are the moments I savor with delight. These are things I enjoy the most. They are my recreation, the way I breathe for air, lol. And these feelings I have are not faux ones ...

Those who know me from my schools might see me a changed person. Yet, somethings remain the same. I guess inside I will always be that country girl who started her adventure a decade ago... she's only a little bit different...lol

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Song for Peace

If only you could sit with me here,

lay down your weapons, and just sit by me,

to see the beauties around,

the tranquility and peacefulness in nature,

the sweet fragrance of the flowers,

the colorful bloosoms under the sunlight,

where the birds sing their tunes,

and the wild beasts listen without protest,

If only you could sit with me here,

keep away your hatred and vengeange,

just you and me under the spring breeze,

where the children play in jest,

smiles adorn their innocent face,

as their mothers watch them in silent grace,

If only you could sit with me here,

lay down your head on my shoulder,

as we listen into the song of peace,

sung by every specter of the nature,

filling the air with love and care,

replacing hatred and anger inside,

If only you could sit with me here,

reach out inside for your compassion,

of the long burried love within,

as the wars had made you into a stone,

just reach out deep inside,

where once the love resides,

the source of peace at heart

The Four Horsemen

Fast rode the four horsemen,

like lightning out of the fourth winds,

as the first four of the seven seals,

being unlocked and set free,

unleashing the four harbingers,

to reap the souls of the earthly bounds,

Fast rode the four horsemen,

Bringing pandemonium along the roads taken,

Like a ferocious black corona swirling round and round,

As burning hunger consume their immortal apparition,

Looking for an outlet for their feverish needs,

To reap the souls of the earthly bounds,

The first rider rode with his mighty white horse,

Bearing a bow like an archer warrior,

Wearing a mask of a perfect stillness,

Cold marble face without cruelty or kindness,

As peace always has two faces,

Neither conquer nor be conquered,

Next to the white rider, rode the fiery red one,

A large sword hanging on his muscled hand,

Eyes as red as the blood,

Burning desire to bring carnage,

Stripping off peace from the paths he was upon,

Driving men crazy to slay each other, in hideous war,

Fast rode next, the third rider in black,

His soulless phantom as black as his armor,

Dark depthless evil lurks in his raven eyes,

As he laughs aloud to see the mortals suffer,

When he destroys crops and nothing left to harvest,

Leaving famine to spread like a lethal plague,

Fast rode next on his pale horse, the last to seal the apocalypse,

Bearing power to obliterate others,

No one escape his pursue,

as hell is following him close behind,

leaving lifeless bodies along his travelled road,

as he is death himself that ends in a timeless realm,

Behold the four horsemen of the fourth winds,

Arising forth from the dark abyss,

The four horsemen are drawing nearer,

On their mighty beasts they ride,

To reap the souls of the earthly bounds,

as the clock of fate unwind its hands