Being with You, Make Me Feel Perfect

Not a lot of words to say
Not many stories  you express
But my days are filled with care
Studded of million kisses
Sprinkled by flowers of love

Every second annoyance from me
Tickling your seriousness
Every move of me makes you smiling
And double up with laughter

We talk to everything
Talk to chocolate in the fridge
Speak to ice cream
Chat to plants
Whispering to flower

Listening our heart
Listening to the chatter of nature
Sniff the mood

Being with you, make me feel perfect.#

I can’t Leave

Sitting beside me

A woman

With high spirits

Telling a story …


She says…

That man is loving me

That man would be sad if I leave

That man is a very nice guy

I did not have the heart to leave

That man has other women

That man could not leave his woman

They’d been together


That man gave me a little money

Unlike other men

which gives a lot of money to their women

I am alright

Not Demanding anything

I can’t leave that, that man is too nice

I did not have the heart to leave


Wiping my face

I moved my lips slightly

I stared into her eyes

I tried to dig

The meaning of her words

Surprised, confused, and feel strange


It first met

And I heard a story

It looks like my ears refuse to hear

I am speechless

Then who you are?

Telling me all this?


I wrote this, because it was happening when I met a woman, suddenly she told me that things.  She didn’t know me, I didn’t know her.  But she told me and show me her guy.  Very freak. She give me a trust ? or she told to everybody…? #

Each Other

When attention rewarded with lies
When sincerity rewarded with default
When innocence is read as the sincerity
That there finally is a disappointment

When a misunderstanding about the meaning friend
When there is no word “mutual” & “each other”
Then there is no word “Friend”

Where are your friends?
They are in the “each other” .#

You are Here

I paint
A beautiful story
IIn the clouds
No Trace

Drawing without pen
Coloring without paint
Blending the  colors of life
Seems so faultless

Giving a meaning
with a million hopes
Filling of millions of greatness of soul
the conscience of the filter

with conscience
when  my painting is erroneous

I counted
without totalizer
Experience a cornerstone

My life is so serene, tranquil

I realized
You are here,  exist for me,
in my bone marrow
in my  vein
in my bloodstream

My Providence.#

We are Notable

Not shaking hands that we want
Nor lift cap
Neither kissing our hands
Nor the gifts we wait

We are here
We are notable

Since your eyes are blind
Since you are deaf
Since the eyes of your heart blunt
We will slowly go

When you are realize
We are not there
You are alone
You find a name
Is that notable without us? #