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

Ereasing
with conscience
when  my painting is erroneous

I counted
without totalizer
Experience a cornerstone

My life is so serene, tranquil
Peacefull
Grateful

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

Appreciation
Appreciation
Appreciation
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? #

Writing a New Story


I wiped the black cloud of the past
Leaving all the memories
Without a speck of remorse
Great spunk, this time
Courage grind away all fears
Removing all worries

I tied my shoelace firmly
Stucking its claws
Stepping foot as wide as Earth
Raising my hand high
Reaching for the sky

Writing a new story
On the horizon
Slowly, but surely
A wonderful graffiti of future
2 pairs of legs move together.# (Pic by : JJ Wind)

Mbak Risty

How Happy They Are


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I was with them, when I visit my mum at the village.  I bring this kids going around with dokar/ Andong (traditional public transportation in my hometown). A dokar is the jiggling, horse-drawn cart found throughout Indonesia. The two-wheeled carts are usually brightly coloured with decorative motifs and bells; the small horses or ponies often have long tassels attached to their bridle. A typical dokar has bench seating on either side, which can comfortably fit three or four persons. However, their owners often try to pack in more than that plus bags of rice!

The boy is 2,5 years old (my niece’s son), and the girl is 4 years old (my other niece’s daughter).  I was telling them about something (with my crazy imagination, created myself), they felt my story is funny… look at that.. they are laughing.  Looking this pic is always make me miss them terribly.  Miss you Syarif & Adeela.#