dancing above the questions

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through words I let this self danced above the questions

what is life and what is death

why we have to survive to live if dead is peacefulness

so many mysteries in this world that questionable

creates so many curiosities and foster a self creativity

I do not want this curiosity die

it would caused this self creativity stopped

then my life would be monotonous as a robot

a significant life

right ….that’s my wish

so I will keep dancing above the questions

stepping honestly …. moving relentlessly

though the answers obtained yet not satisfactory

again I let myself continue dancing above the questions

spin and keep spinning like earth

till the meaning of life be understood

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give but never promised

the chapter of 2013 just completed

now I just start writing the second pages of chapter 2014

it’s really an awesome book

the mistakes made on previous pages cannot be edited

but could be written better on the next page

and the book covers were beautiful

the birth date as front cover and the date of death as back cover yet could not be seen

the book’s page are pure white that gives me chances to correct the mistakes of previous pages

if you ask will the story ended happy

I really do not know….,  but of course that is my dream

 I am just the author and the storyline is the authorization of the owner of book of life

through the holy book He told me to write rightly and even better than on earlier chapter

because once written….. it could never be edited

thus the following pages should be written proper and carefully

happy writing in your book of life

there will always be a new page as the opportunity to do something right in the days of life

please write with the ink of love and compassion, and the pen of wisdom  .

I pray may God will always be with you in every step

He never promised that the sky will always blue, the flowers will always bloom
and your days will always be brighter

but

He always gives rainbow in every storm, smile for tears,
blessing in each trial and answer to every prayers

Chapter 2013 life is over…., hopefully the chapter of life in 2014 will be much better

happy new year 2014

with love, light & peace,

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in search of answer

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I rearranged the words that scattered along my note

simply to communicate with imagination and compromised with mind

about life which swayed on waves of good and bad

about the thin gap which separates right and wrong

just a simple short poem about a search of answer

that  long been silent like shadow
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to you and your family

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word by word

from heart to heart

sentences binds us together

so that we’re never ever torn apart

on this occasion let me convey my prayer

may you and your family get nurtured with lots of love

may your hearts be filled with light, peace and faith in God

may your days of doubt be replaced with days of hope and cheer

Amen!

Wishes

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with love, light & peace

mei

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apology

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no morning light greetings

no silver moon sweet smile

no beauty could be seen behind the tears of regret

dripping into the soul but unable to dissolve the feelings of guilt

if allowed

let me tuck the note of regret between your toes

let me gather the crumbs of forgiveness on the floor of your heart

so I could raise my head

to reply the morning light greetings

and gaze the sweet smile of silver moon

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strands of blue


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would you sit with me

waiting for the moon to emerge

would you sit by my side

to catch the bias of moonlight

so the line of your face could clearly be seen

and your eyelashes could be counted strand by strand

but you are just a shadow

silent and allied to the dark

buried in memories

enhanced the strands of my blue

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I’m just somebody





whether they knew

in my solitude

to the moon I talk…, and even then if appears

to the stars I complain…, and even then if it blinks

with the chant of wind I knit silence

and passed the time with a small candle glowing reluctantly

o how sad
this heart wrapped in bitterness thus not able to welcome love

these eyes were not able to gaze the world which clouded by hypocrisy

this tongue not able to spell the misery of soul which wallowed in loneliness

and they called me as

a cool breeze that touches the dried soul

harp’s string that calmed the rhythm of heart

and my poem were the words of gods

their assessment was too high

gosh….,   I’m just somebody

whose befriended with night and sleeping in the cocoon of loneliness

whose thought and feelings were searching for the justification
of self and the greatest meaning of life

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survive

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with burden on my back

I have to walk

with tears and dripping sweat

no complain

just keep walking

but my steps is getting slowly

the burden feels so heavy

no longer able to bear

I am tired but won’t give up

so I put it down

and continue the journey

till time takes my breath away

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the bridge of life

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you came naked

wrapped in the aroma of sanctity

pure as a drop of dew released by night to the dawn

the color of your eyes have not touched by worldly light glare

which shining along the bridge of life

where as temptations scattered like dry leaves

and contemptible awaits their prey ready to pounce

little baby

your mother’s breast is the first worldly favor that tasted

another favors will come and go

as twilight breeze touched cool and softly

please dear…..hug your faith tightly

as orange embrace the sunset

as dark embrace the night

don’t let a drop of indigo damage the whitish of heart

sing …., please sing the angel’s song

and recite the heavenly lyrics verse …. by verse

to keep close to the guardian

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the book of life


 

maybe I was just a word in the book of your life

or a sentence

or a paragraph

it was just a cue of my presence

but then forgotten

now you come and ask me to finish the last few chapters of the book together

but unfortunately I am not able to write one story in two different books

since  I have to finish my own story

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in and out of reality

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I crawled out of my skin
and curled into a ball
allowed the wind to kick me
down an endless winding road

along the way I witnessed
invisible claws dig
deep inside an open field
uncovering ancient treasures

as diamonds gradually
overwhelmed the sky
I unfurled my mind and
surrendered my spirit
to the next reality


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o you who had been cast by the sky
the wind keep whispering your names
the sky keep painting your faces

your presence eliminates my hesitation
refreshing the wilt hope
fills in the hollow soul with passion

ssssst…….
listen!
listen to that gently rhythm
the fairies are humming
for you ….
for me ….
for all of us
a beautiful ballad without title…., without lyric

o my loved ones
whose names whispered by the wind
whose faces painted by the sky
let us write the lyrics of the ballad …. titled togetherness

o my loved ones
whose presence eliminate the doubt
whose refresh the wilt hope
let us sing along…… the song of togetherness
to fill the world’s silence with affection

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no curves to turn back

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she said to me
my dear daughter
you are walking on the path of life
have you ever ask yourself
if  you have walking on the right path

when arrived at a crossroad
have you asked yourself
which direction should be taken

after direction decided
you have to assures yourself
that you have taken the right one
since there are no curves to turn back

I shuddered
started asking myself
the indecisive  feelings arose
this body shivered
my soul trembled

then she said softly
sweetheart…  if you are not sure
just stop for a moment
ask Him
to lead you to the right direction

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the answer

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though silence like the night
does not mean I can not talk
I am just trying to understand
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though restless as the clouds
does not mean I can not be still
I am just waiting for an answer
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when I look into the mirror
I can not see my face
but only a grain of sand
that slam by waves to the beach
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when I opened the window
I flown by the winds like a piece of dried leaves
soar and stranded at a pair of legs
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and when I turned up
there are Thy hand
reaching out to me to stand

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the end of his career

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This incredible photo marks the end of Matador Torrero Alvaro Munera’s career.

He collapsed in remorse mid-fight when he realized he was having to prompt
this otherwise gentle beast to fight. He went on to become an avid opponent of
bullfights. Even grievously wounded by picador, he did not attack this man.

Torrero Munera is quoted as saying of this moment:
“And suddenly, I looked at the bull. He had this innocence that all animals have in their eyes,
and he looked at me with this pleading. It was like cry for justice, deep down inside of me.
I describe it as being like a prayer because if one confesses, it is hope, that one is forgiven.
I felt like the worst shit on earth”.

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baby for rent

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Every time I pass the hospital’s gate to visit my brother, I saw a young woman begging
while cradling  her baby. As  I know beggars usually looks slouchy with faces to be pitied.
But this one is different, she looks clean and smiles the time receiving the alms.
It’s inviting my attention.

One other day after the visit I have to wait for the heavy rain at the bus stop.
Then I saw her again sitting in the corner but looks gloomy.
I approached her and try to open a conversation, “Hi my name is Mei what’s yours?.
She answered reluctantly, “Kartina”.
“You have a beautiful name, how old your baby is?” while observing the baby.
He was so thin, yellow and his eyes glazed.
She looks at me with a rather wide-open eyes “He is not my baby!” she said firmly.
I was a bit surprised, “Oh I am so sorry…, I thought he is your baby because I saw you
cradle him every day!”.
“I rent him!”, she said with a barely heard sound.
This time I really shocked but try to distract her attention by offering candies.
She took and straightly eat it.
I asked her again, “I often seeing you smile, but today you seem gloomy?”
She replied without hesitation “I only get Rp. 12 thousand since this morning while
the rent of this baby is Rp. 25 thousand for one day”. she stopped, look at me with hope.
“He should be returned at 19.00 every day. But tomorrow they would not let me bring him
if I do not pay today’s rent” she sighed.
“Why should you bring the baby, isn’t that even a hassle ?”
“Well….  by carrying him my revenue could be tripled”.
“How much is your income in a day?”
“Not necessarily, but at least Rp.140 – 170 thousand !” a little pride splashed at the look of her face”.
Speechless ….   didn’t know what to say…..  wondered what was happening in this world.
Left her a little box of candy then said goodbye.
Went home in the cold rain yet the inside of me burning.

After the incident I never want to look at the place she was begging, I don’t have
heart to see the baby in her arms.
I would never know, whether the human moral has been slumped or this life that ruthless.

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painting the sky

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sir
too long you shackled by miserable
letting me wait in uncertainty
sailing alone…. without skipper
spent my days in wondering

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sir
why so much dark covering your soul
what the hell heaven had done on you
united with the darkness
haunted by the voices inside you
evicting you into another world
so you feel so damned

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o sir
you have painting the sky with sadness
so the couples of seagulls
bounced away and disappeared in the distance
the sky became empty….  without painting

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sir
wish you would open the door
and let me reaching your troubled soul
to cast away the misery
and set your spirit  free

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come on sir
the river is waiting to flow together
the leaves inviting to whisper along
or perhaps you preferred to fly along the seagulls
to paint the sky with love

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the remaining longs

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street lights shining dimly
night wind blows a scent I’ve ever known
thrilling the remaining longs
oh that feeling is still there
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rain began to fall
like silver needles pierce my veil
I sheltering in front of a store
wishing I was with you
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waiting for the rain to stop
the memories about you venturing
you was the one who sow the seeds of love
you let grow large with leaves of longing
but then you left it drought
the tree of love languish
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in this solitude
I wondered
why we met if then have to split
why should there be love
if it only makes us miserable
oh God wish I knew your purpose
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I shudder …..  walk home in the rain

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before we complain

Originally posted on the art of life:

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Ants don’t have dream
because they never sleep.

Pigs don’t know the sun and the moon
because they can’t raise their heads

Butterflies don’t celebrate their birthdays
because they only live for 47 days

see…..

how God created us wonderfully
so celebrate everything before complaining.

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crying in gratitude

when….
he was getting tired
when….
he began to surrender

You hold his hand
and whisper in his ear
slowly …. the helpless legs can be driven

he cry
I cry
we all crying
in gratitude

praise be  to  Allah,
indeed He is the best
His greatness start to work

alhamdulillah
Alhamdulillah!!!

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to my dear brother Huki
He that can have patience can have what he will.”

Benjamin Franklin

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chasing the shadow

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I can see the sun
but
why can’t I see my shadow
pouring prayer and praises into the cup of faith 

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I can see the dark
and
I can see my shadow
sipping the wine of pleasure from the cup of sin 

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Oh Allah …..,
I am just a grain of substances
which was allowed to stop by and enjoy life
but tend to choose pleasure than piety
I’ve crossed the ocean to the edge of universe
to correct  the mistake of my shadow
turns
it has to come from the fibers of this self
to kneel below Thy splendor

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- mei -

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music is my engine

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It starts with typical tone in a minor which is a sign, that this is it.
It is calling me.
Like hypnosis.
In the moment it lifts my spirit.
I jump from the chair with ease into a soft dance.
These Arabic rhythms are so natural to me.

They are so wild and so tender… everything at once.
They are uncontrollable.
They are free. I am free to merge with God.
I turn together with this music around the Sun.

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I am this music.
I feel it in my solar plexus,
I feel it in my heart,
I feel it in my head and in my blood.
I breathe music.
I am in love.
In a trance.
I am Scheherazade who is flying on a carpet through the Universe with the speed of light.
I am high.  
I am peace.
I have super powers.
I am full of energy.
I am powerful like a Gods.
I am really me.
I am turning and turning.
Music is my engine.
I am turning and turning like I am not from here.
Music are actually words from God changed into songs, so that we can all understand Him.

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goodnight little baby….,  goodnight

turn off the light…., sleep tight

feel free to coloring your dream

before your gentle smile touched by problems

before the tempest inflict you tears

before vinegar drips into the clarity of your soul

sleep little angel…., sleep quietly in my cradle

my prayers will be  the shade of your soul

my support will be the pole of your self-confidence

my lap will be the place of your spilling tears

sleep my love….,  sleep quietly

I will always be here

 heaven chose me to be your mother

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who’s next

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previous year the mother

this year the older brother

lay motionless

tears falling

 

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o angel of death

why you come with no tell

no voice sounded

nor shadow seen

sudden the body trembling …. convulsively

passion fading to gray

breathe strangled by silence

a soul has gone by

and you…. walk away with strapping steps

slowly lost in the hymn of victory

while we wondered

who’s next

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among the stars

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when blue skies turn to dark
look above you
I’ll be among the stars

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when the breeze touches you
feel the caresses
which sent to release my longing

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and when you are in solitude
listen to the lyrics of foliage song
which written to state my love

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my child,
you will be as strong as the pillar of kingdom
you will be as patient as twilight waiting the evening
you will never give up like the crashing waves
till you’d be among the stars

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yesterday ‘not for’ tomorrow

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the music been played, the song sung  
why you just silent
wandering away in your mind
which flew in the quasi beauty

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everybody dancing, they are laughing
but you …, o dear you just remain silent
infiltrated deep into the past
buried in the mud of misery

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oh dear friend
where the hope that hold
where the dream to achieved
where the hell is your world
why hiding from reality
or maybe this is the destiny that enjoyed
if my friend…., if I could take you
watch the sun crawls from the horizon
watch the red dusk reaching the night
strode across yesterday to meet tomorrow

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pledge in a song

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I’m just an old singer
though blind
I will always sharing cheers
till this voice lost

I’m just an old singer
though frail
I will not stop singing
till this lips stop moving

then
when the voice was lost

when the lips was stop moving
the clouds creeping weak
the birds flying marched
the leaves sighing sadly
drove her to the last place
and the wind blowing gently
exhales the promise in her song

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- mei -

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the touch of a broken love

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 if love is beautiful

as the words that written

why the beauty was so vulnerable

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if love is painful

as tenderness as sliced by a knife

why the wound was not bleed

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your feelings are so tender

but hinted of disappointment

your words are so sweet

but painted by anguish

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please explain … oh poet

whether the words just the expression of feelings

whether the tenderness was the cry of soul

or just an emotional moment when touched by a broken love

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oh poet

if the poems were the picture of your heart

how miserable your life is

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at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet
(Plato)

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the impact of moonlight

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that night
when the night was silent
when it felt sweet as honey
the moon hung
crawled slowly like turtle
as watching from many angles

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that night
when the night was quiet
when it felt so peaceful
the moon hung
crawled slowly like moths
as creeping  into the mind

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sudden disappeared
hiding behind a cloud
the night seemed darker than usual
while the inner of self could be seen clearly
the blood poisoned by wine
the body overpowered by pleasure
and the soul tainted by sin

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that night
when the moon has been gone
when the night became darker
this abject self was creeping
searching for the antidote
to dissolving the world’s poison

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the intersection

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those skinny children on the street
who ran and laughed at the crossroads
clapping their hands while singing
naïvely  begging for mercies

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O the children of the street
who seeing to the window car with hoping eyes
sleep on the mattresses asphalt roofed the sky
can not complain to the unjust life

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O the poor children on the street
your dream hanging on the fancy cars
your future scattered, blown by the exhaust fumes
always happy in the heat of the sun nor rain 

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the light had changed green
and the deafening horns shocked me
which glued on the steering
thinking of my children…. how lucky they are

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photos from google

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the secret of Divine

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the sound of grass humming  

echoed among the hills

sounds like a wordless song  

lull this imagination within

wander in a question

is this the song of silence?

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the evening breeze blowing

swaying the foliage gently

feels like caress without touch

this soul drifted along

wander in a question

is this the touch of love?

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answer me!!!

my voice splitting the hill

shocking the foliage

in a sigh they reply

o dear….

it’s the secret of  divine

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awards

I have been nominated for

THE VERSATILE BLOGGER AWARD

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THE BEAUTIFUL BLOGGER AWARD

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by
Soumya

at
http://soumyav.wordpress.com/2013/02/17/time-for-awards-again/

Thank you Soumya.

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RULES FOR THE VERSATILE BLOGGER AWARD

1.
Display the award logo on your blog. 
2.
Thank and link back to the person who nominated you. 
3.
State 7 things about yourself. 
4.
Nominate 15 other bloggers for this award. 
5.
Notify these bloggers of the nominations by linking back to one
of their specific blog posts so they get notified back. 

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SEVEN THINGS ABOUT ME

please visit this link

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“LIEBSTER AWARD”

premiu
by
Stefania
http://poorbuthonest.wordpress.com/

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RULES FOR THE VERSATILE BLOOGER AWARD

Please visit this link

Thank you Stefania.

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 “Best Moment Award”

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by
Tarun K. Sonyand life smiles
http://andlifesmile.wordpress.com/2013/04/18/best-moment-award/

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RULES FOR BEST MOMENT AWARD:

Winners re-post this completely with their acceptance speech.
This could be written or video recorded.
Winners have the privilege of awarding the next awardees!
The re-post should include a NEW set of people/blogs worthy of the award;
and winners notify them the great news.


RESOURCES:

What makes a good acceptance speech?
-Gratitude. Thank the people who helped you along the way
-Humor. Keep us entertained and smiling
-Inspiration. Make your story touch our lives
Get an idea from the great acceptance speeches, compiled in MomentMatters.com/Speech
Display the award’s badge on your blog/website, downloadable in MomentMatters.com/Award

ACCEPTACE SPEECH :

My Dear friends,
I am thrilled and proud for the honor given.
I took it as the whip to improve my ability
My gratitude to God for giving this talent and big thank
to Soumya, Stefania and Tarun K. Sony on their kindness.

I also thank to this blog’s follower and visitors who have been faithful
came with their assessment and comments as I’m sure it was for the goodness of this blog.

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Here are my nominations with no particular order:

angelswhisper2011

Mridula

john – the book of pain

Felicia – My Foyage Through Time

Lady Lovely

Gretchen Del Rio

shadowheart77

jalal michael sabbagh

ibeamarioh

Lit and Scribbles with Jae

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Congratulations!!!

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Ubuntu (I am because we are)

Originally posted on the art of life:

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An anthropologist proposed a game to the kids in an African tribe.
He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the kids that who ever
got there first won the sweet fruits.

When he told them to run they all took each others hands and ran together,
then sat together enjoying their treats.
When he asked them why they had run like that as one could have
had all the fruits for himself they said:

”UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the other ones are sad?”

‘UBUNTU’ in the Xhosa culture means: “I am because we are” 

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life is life

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a new day was here
another chance to take
another problem to deal with
another result to be accepted

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if life is a journey
why I have to remember
the mouths to be fed
the souls that leaning on my back

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if life is beautiful
why I have to bear
the demands that trailing
the responsibilities on my shoulder

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then the doubts began to envelop this heart and mind
sitting pensive and wonder
what else lies up ahead
 
but after watching this video

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 though didn’t understand the wording
somehow I just know that life is life
depending on how to enjoy it

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I’d rather closed my eyes

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if I close my left eye
I would see beauties and peacefulness
really  wonderful

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if I close my right eye
I would see violence and jealousy
  so pathetic

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when I open both eyes
I would see suffering and oppression
that broke my heart

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oh dear….., I’d rather closed my eyes
sleep on the land of God
seen nothing but love

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understand in whole

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In the lyrics of a song
there is sad or glad

in the verses of a prayer
there is demand and repentance

in the game of love
there is sadness and happiness

in life
I just knew
I had to live it
with laughter and tears
with good and evil
through sick and healthy
overall packed in one suitcase
labelled “understand life in whole”

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A big thanks to Kamel for the image.

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not to hurt but heals

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sir
I see your eyes globes sedate…. but dead
lies beneath the shade of blue
whether love has made ​​you miserable

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o… sir
I heard your bones creaked and your soul trembled
moaning along the howling of night bird
whether love is now only an empty whisper

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sir please…
don’t look up and ask why

the sky sneering at you

don’t look to the dark and ask why
the night just silent like black mirror
 
just
look at me
I am your tears
help you release the wreckage of misery
let them slip away from your reverie
not to hurt but heals
and if you ask me why
I am here to remove the sadness
for you which being a love’s drifter

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- mei -

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nothing is perfect (unexpected)

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dear Son,
days go by, years changed
I can imagine
how you have become a handsome young man
energetically in do your dream
you know, in life… nothing is perfect
and regret always comes at the end

I do not expect what I have done
to you and your mother would be forgiven

and I am sure that if one day I come or meet you
you will kicked me away  

but deep in my heart…. I know
you still remember me
so the want to see you
continued bubbling in this old chest
my son

I currently watching a photo of us
the day I taught you to fishing
oh dear…. wish I could turn back to that time
but the rice has become porridge
at least I’ve taught you how to fishing
please remember son
if there is a chance to see you
I would fight to grab it


- few days later -

 

dear sir,
I still have not been able to catch a fish,
please teach me again.

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the bitter-sweet of reality

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if she glances the leaves would fall

if she smiles the birds would also smile

and when she hummed the grass would sway

her charm tempts the butterflies

her fragrance invited bees

she is the rose

growing in the wild bush

she possessed the beauty

that used as the decoy

to sell a momentary pleasure

filled her days with ecstasy

dedicate her life for money

sank so deep into contemptible

and hard to rise to the surface

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the winds of change are always blowing

changed the pleasure with regret

replace the ecstasy with pain

that occurred cannot be canceled

the beauty she possessed

cannot be used as the shields of sorrow

the bitter-sweet of reality has to swallowed

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room for love

Love has no culture, boundaries, race and religion
It is pure and beautiful

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When God puts love and compassion in your heart.
He’s offering you an opportunity to make a difference in a person’s life

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Helping Others Poverty India

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In the space of love we find many faces,
it gives us reason to smile
and sometime it’s also gives us reason to cry.

African American family at home

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The most valuable in love are to love without return
and to love without selfish motives
with a sole purpose …. give and be given.

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Love is equal in all matters.
to be loved is something but to love others is precious.

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No matter how strong we are inside,
there is always a part of us that longs for love, care and affection

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“To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.”
- Karen Sunde -

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from us to us

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My beautiful friends,

I’m sure you all know Subhan Zein. <http://subhanzein.wordpress.com>
Beside his brilliant works he is also
a humble person which having a beautiful heart.
I think I do not have to explain in detail because you definitely known better.
He is sick now, as I quoted his words on facebook as followed,

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“Friends, please pray for me. I have been having air hunger, chest constriction,
and suffocated throat for nearly a year now. It’s been coming and going,
but tonight is the worst.
High levels of stress due to the presence of various issues are causative to these.
I’ve been undergoing medical treatment, prayer,
yoga, and meditation, and am still hoping for the best to happen.
While these health issues have affected a lot of my productivity,
my desire to continue writing never dims.
My passion to serve the world through the written word is still Ablaze.
In a moment like this I just hope that I am having the perfect health
and less burden on my shoulders, but it seems that I will have to wait a little longer “.

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Here I am inviting you my dear friends whatever your beliefs are,
to spend some minutes of your precious time to pray for Subhan
and some of our blogger friends who are sick
That would mean a lot to them .

“May God lifted all illnesses that suffered and cure Subhan Zein
and 
some of our blogger friends who are sick “. Amen.

اللّهُمَّ رَبَّ النَّاسِ اَذْهِبِ الْبَأْسَ اشْفِ فَأَنْتَ الشَّافيِ لاَ شِفَاءَ إِلاَّ شِفَاؤُكَ شِفَاءً لاَ يُغَادِرُ سَقَماً

Thank you so much for your kindness, hoping be re-paid by God.

With love,
mei

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The prayers from fellow bloggers at the comment box are considered
not as comments but as part of this post.

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Most Influential Blog Award of 2012

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I was nominated for  the “Most Influential Blog Award of 2012″

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by
Wendell A. Brown

at
Foreverpoetic

http://foreverpoetic.me/2013/02/12/most-influential-blog-award-2012-2/

Thank you so much dear brother, I am honored

 
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There are no real rules to follow except
within six months you must pass the honor on to the blogs that have influenced
you the most and are deserving to receive the award
which will label them as being one of the Most Influential Blogs of 2012.   


To share the joy, I nominate my friends which listed below in no particular order

THROUGH THE HEALING LENS 

Boomie Bol  

Céad Míle Fáilte  

Ladybluerose  

Laughing Penguins 

Letters- To My Master (ਖਤ – ਮੇਰੇ ਮਾਲਿਕ ਨੂੰ ) 

Seyisandradavid 

Advocatemmmohan Aksharaalu  

Lyrics, Sentiments And Me  

Written Words Never Die  

Congratulations!!!

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a delivery for you

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 YOU …. yes YOU

the one who are reading this

through posts we know each other

through comments we talking to one another

then a friendship rope connected

sharing and supporting

for the sole purpose “cares”

and here I am with a pocket full of love

to delivered to you

please open the door of your heart

and deign to accept

if you say yes

then I will feel better

but if you say never

it will break my heart forever

Happy Valentine’s day

with love,

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I’ll stand by you

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among the bubbles of memories
I see we laugh and cry in the same tone but different loudness
quarreling one another for the same will in different intonation
took shots from different angle for a beautiful photo of compassion
our love is like the waves…. crashing the froth relentlessly 
which voiced the tenderness of affection

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along with the pine trees  we were raised
grew up and sing along the passing time
fly high with the birds to reach each other’s goals
but our wings were touching and reminding with attention
our love is like the evergreen leaves….  swaying endlessly
touching each other with love and attention

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to the cloud I ask to take care of you
with the wind I sent prayer for you  
and as the bigger wave and the pine stem that grow first
I promised I’ll always stand by you
like the waves keep crashing and frothy
as the pine leaves that sway endlessly

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Keep the faith, love and wisdom to light your path Mira Elodia, you are a dearest sister

 with love,

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broke before dawn

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you said you loved me


and will keep me happy forever


before the end of the dream


you have promised


that tomorrow night


an engagement ring will be on my finger


the morning sun blushing my cheek


wake me up for work


I could not pay attention on anything


unbearable of waiting for the night to come  


but night after night has passed


wandering and searching for you with hope


at the end


just me and my expectations


I keep convincing my self
every night 


to dream and dream again


but


all dreams broke before dawn


before the ring attached on my finger

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a glorious sadness

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memories seeps through the veins
the sweet brings a smile
the bitter brings tears
that pronounced in the prayer
in a heartbreaking melody
with the hope to be materialized
tipped on the edge of exhaustion

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the days gone by
the year changed
waiting and hoping
the arrival of a loved one
through the summer and the fall
at the end remains the same
lonely and forgotten

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there is no difference
between empty and weightless
or lonely and forgotten
perhaps it’s a glorious sadness
for the efforts that been done
which the end will be the same
being lonely and forgotten

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“Mom… I promised you will never ever be put in a nursing home, God knows how much I  love you!”

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