native American prayer
oh Great spirit
whose voice I hear in the wind, and whose breath gives life to all the world
hear me, I am small and weak
I need your strength and wisdom
let me walk in beauty and my eyes never behold the red and purple sunset
makes my hands respect the things you have
made my ears sharp to hear your voice
make me wise so that I may understand the things
you have taught my people
let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock
I seek strength not to be greater than my brother but to fight my greatest enemy
”my self”
make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes
so when life’s fade as the fading sunset my spirit will come to you without shame
***
- mei -
Like this:
native American’s quote
I am strong
because
I am weak
I am beautiful
because
I know my flaws
I am a lover
because
I was a fighter
I am fearless
because
I have been afraid
I am wise
because
I have been foolish
Now I can laugh
because
I have none sadness.
Like this:
let me
the university of life
when our heart has been hurt badly, it means that we are learning about forgive
when we are tired and disappointed, it means that we are learning about sincerity
when we are feeling lonely and alone, it means that we are learning about toughness
when we have to pay something which was not our responsibility,
it means that we are learning about generosity
just
be patient
keep learning
keep on spirit
keep smiling
keep loving
because
we are studying at the university of life
***
mei
Like this:
the because that countless
do I have love
yes I do
to whom
to my God
why
because
He will embraced me while I am in hardship
because
He will give when I am asking
because
He will loving me forever
because
no comparison to His love
because
His love is limitless
because
He is the unconditionally love
because
He is my everlasting lover
because
because
because
because
because
لا إله إلا الله محمد رسول الله
Like this:
the dignity that mortgaged
the lamps weakly spreading its light let the yellow haze licking the road
as if it wanted to say frankly to the silent night
to expel those flirts women that offering their bodies
who’s waiting in the dim with friendly smile on their lips
hoping for men
looking for money
the windows shop are watching pity, seems like want to complain
but to whom?
all seemed do not want to know
anxiety and anger fenced, like storm in the world’s prison
seeking answers to the fate of some women that had been torn
heart struggling and the soul crying, but was unable to act
all just silent
all speechless
does the nature knows why some women had to pawn their dignity
there is no answer
not even a word
disappointment was laying unanswered
of the dignity that mortgaged
- mei -
Like this:
Dalai Lama – quotes
The many factors which divide us are actually much more superficial than those we share.
Despite all of the things that differentiate us – race, language, religion, gender, wealth and so on
we are all equal concerning our fundamental humanity.
-Dalai Lama-
Like this:
my mail to a haven’t met brother
somewhere far away
at a place that I couldn’t see
a land which I might never be there
there is a friend
a very good friend
which I have not met
which I have not seen
but has a beautiful heart
who I think had been sent by God
to raised the spirit on my empty days
to care earnestly and sincerely love me
thank you so much for being a wonderful friend
thanks you so much for loving me, brother
I will love you as much as you loved me
I will pray for your freely loving care
blessed your beautiful heart
blessed be for always
blessed you
Like this:
since I left my heart
I left my heart under the wet ground
sprinkled with rose petals
to make it look beautiful from the taints of disappointment
I left my heart under the wet ground
sprinkled with white jasmine
to make it look clean from the taints of pain
I left my heart under the wet ground
covered with the smiles
for no one would know that my soul is crying
now I have no heart
I would not know any of pain
since I cannot feel anymore
suddenly someone put a little piece of love in my hand
and said take back your heart then give it to God
let His love heal the pain
Like this:
the insight on forgiveness
Forgiveness is a decision, not a feeling.
If you wait until something or someone makes things happen before you start forgiving,
you will be waiting your whole life!
When you forgive, it doesn’t mean you approve of what others did to you.
Forgiveness is actually a gift you give to yourself, giving you permission to move on with your life.
Anger, bitterness and hatred can consume and dominate you.
It changes who you really are.
It can contaminate your relationships with other people.
It can poison you on all levels of your body – emotionally, physically,
mentally and spiritually until it manifests into illness or diseases.
It will follow you wherever you go, no matter how many times you move and “run away” from your
problems, your problems are just sitting on your shoulder until you decide to “let them go”.
Since people are human, humans are not perfect and they can make mistakes.
You can face these people if they wronged you and if you don’t get what you need from them
in order for you to move on with your life, then give yourself permission to “let it go” and disconnect
or unplug your relationship from them, if you wish.
Remember, “People can not give you what they don’t have.”
For example, if someone doesn’t have the ability in their hearts to apologize, you won’t get any
sincere apology from them.
If a person lacks empathy, they won’t have the ability to put themselves in your shoes and
understand what you went through.
Do not give your power away to others.
The only person that controls you is you.
By constantly relieving the past, you are giving the person who wronged you permission to control your life!
You can not change what has happened in the past.
You can not go back in time to undo it but you can decide what you want for the future.
You can get help and the support you need.
You can bring healing to yourself and others.
You can be an advocate and a spokesperson.
You can view it as a learning experience to make yourself stronger than you are now.
You may ask, “But what happens to that ***** who wronged me?
I want him/her to suffer!”
Well, what goes around comes around!
The best revenge is living well!
There is no timeline for recovery.
Time doesn’t mend broken hearts.
It is what you do with your time that matters most.
Like this:
crying for loss
again
there is blood spilled on this land
again
some people have lost their lives
again
tears falling of the grief over the death
caused the fall of an air plane
some says it’s because of human error
the others says it’s because of the weather
the other one mention the price of an airplane
they are arguing each other
give me a break
what in the world is going on?
there are people crying for their lost
we supposed in grieving
we supposed to be mourn
for the heartbreaking tragedy
may they rest in peace
and those that abandoned to be given the strength
Like this:
something to tell
I think that I am a dreamer, which follow my imagination
which dancing with the sense and mind
wishing of something to tell
I think I belong to the words, and make them my world
playing with the lines of a poem
wishing of something to tell
but often my imagination seems friendless
the words are seems so endless
and the lines of the poem so far away
for there is nothing to tell
and sometimes when I am feeling so helpless
when I am almost to surrender
then I remember that I am a dreamer
so I have to be had
something to tell
Like this:
a stupid astonishment
I wonder…..,
why humans tend to get close to the wealthy than the poor
is it wrong if….,
the poor be helped and be taught to get more?
I wonder why….,
the wealthy is getting valued and not the poor
while
they are the same
“humans“
equally consists of both blood and bone
equally had sense
equally will be dead
wealth or poverty just a fate
but both are equally need to be respected
Like this:
a neglected friend
my best friend,
I miss you as you walked away
my chest was stifled of being alone
no more friend to share
nor to complain
I am so lost
missing you make my tears fall
on to the pillow
this morning when I will replace the sheath
I was really surprised
of so much tears stamped on it
my tears had seeped into it
yes…. in the pillow
I then realized
for I still have a good friend
the one that soft and silent
but being a good listener for my complains
a friend where my tears fall
a friend that accompanies me during sleep
a neglected old friend
my best friend,
I will always miss you
’cause you are the best
Like this:
before the time stops ticking
I keep on pursuing my dreams
until they are left behind and being neglected
yes they ………
those people…….
who are surrounding me
who had filled my days
who needed love and care
who hate and abuse me
I should realize that the world’s love is fading
before the time stops ticking
I should
be grateful for their presence in my days
say that I care about them
do good to those who hate me
pray for those who abuse me
spreading the graceful feeling of love to them
let’s come my friends…,
let’s together give love and be loved
let’s spreading smile and love to the world …. for peace
Like this:
imperfect human
Sometimes I feel stupid, but sometimes I also feel very smart
Sometimes I feel tired, but sometimes I get so passionate
Sometimes I feel happy, but sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel rich, sometimes I feel very poor
Sometimes I feel good, but often I feel very bad
I wondered
Why this feeling changing so easily
Why does not always be the same
I keep looking for the answers
till I come to a conclusion
that I am just a human
imperfect is mine
and
the perfection is God‘s
so I better shut my mouth
and enjoy “the sometimes”
Like this:
the old days
John Lennon
“When I was five years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life.
When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.
I wrote down “h a p p y”.
They told me I didn’t understand the assignment,
and
I told them they didn’t understand life
-John Lennon-
Like this:
have not had the time to bloom
Mom,
you had said I must be patient and courageous
so I want you also be patient and courageous to faced this
you said if I cry then I will look ugly
so I want you not to cry
then I will remember you as beauty as seen
you had taught me to sincerity give and be given
so I want you to sincerity release me
oh my mother
please do not cry
I am not going too far
just to be close to God
as you said that God loves his children
well I am one of them
and I think He misses me
therefore He asks me to come closer
Mom,
I know that you will miss me
as I will also miss you
I hope you could release the sense of longing
by seeing those flowers in our garden
cause I would be among them
as a flower bud that have not had the time to bloom
although not for quite long
I am grateful of being your daughter
I love you mother
Like this:
l o v e
a sense between two creatures
united in a vibration
it’s love
Like this:
equally perceived
l o v e
is a feeling that can’t be measured
came like an electric shock between two different poles
create a feeling of flying to the land of rainbow
dig a sense of longing
love is beautiful
it’s here
in this heart
but it can create
the carving of sorrow
feels like sliced but not bleed
that difficult to circumvented
bringing misery into the line of dreams
make such days in hell
suffering is painful
it’s here
in this soul
love and sorrow
are in common
both are equally perceived
Like this:
a grain of sand
I want to be free like wind,
blowing everywhere as its desires
I want to flow like water,
seeping everywhere like it likes
I want as high as a mountain,
freely enjoy the beauty of scenery
but I am small and weak
like a grain of sand in the sea
easily crashing by waves
I am just a human
who should grateful of being created
Like this:
What sins has a woman committed?
One other part about women excerpt from The Broken Wings by Kahlil Gibran.
I think it’s powerful and the meaning was so deep.
What do you think?
Oh, Lord, what has a woman done that hath offended Thee?
What sin has she committed to deserve such a punishment?
For what crime has she been awarded everlasting castigation?
Oh, Lord, Thou art strong, and I am weak.
Why hast Thou made me suffer pain?
Thou art great and almighty, while I am nothing but a
tiny creäture crawling before Thy throne.
Why hast Thou crushed me with Thy foot?
Thou art a raging tempest, and I am like dust; why, my Lord,
hast Thou flung me on the cold earth?
Thou art powerful, and I am helpless;
why art Thou fighting me?
Thou art considerate, and I am prudent;
why art Thou destroying me?
Thou hast created woman with love, and why,
with love dost Thou ruin her?
With Thy right hand dost Thou lift her, and with Thy
left hand dost Thou strike her into the abyss,
and she knows not why.
In her mouth Thou blowest the breath of life,
and in her heart Thou sowest the seeds of death.
Thou dost show her the path of happiness,
but Thou leadest her in the road of misery;
in her mouth Thou dost place a song of happiness,
but then Thou dost close her lips with sorrow and dost
fetter her tongue with agony.
With Thy mysterious fingers dost Thou dress her wounds,
and with Thine hands Thou drawest the dread of pain
round her pleasures.
In her bed Thou hidest pleasure and peace,
but besides it Thou dost erect obstacles and fear.
Thou dost excite her affection through Thy will,
and from her affection does shame emanate.
By Thy will Thou showest her the beauty of creation,
but her love for beauty becomes a terrible famine.
Thou dost make her drink life in the cup of death,
and death in the cup of life.
Thou purifiest her with tears, and in tears her life streams away.
Oh, Lord, Thou hast opened my eyes with love,
and with love Thou hast blinded me.
Like this:
a little about Minangkabau
my fellow blogger
Welcome to Rumah Gadang
Rumah Gadang (big house) or rumah bagonjong (spire roof house) are the
traditional homes of the Minangkabau, Padang West Sumatera.
The architecture, construction, internal and external decoration, and the functions
of the house show the culture and values of the Minangkabau. A rumah gadang
serves as a residence, a hall for family meetings, and for ceremonial activities.
With the Minangkabau society being matrilineal, the rumah gadang is owned
by the women of the family who live there – ownership is passed
from mother to daughter.
The houses have dramatic curved roof structure with multi-tiered, up swept
gables. Shuttered windows are built into walls incised with profuse painted
floral carvings. The term rumah gadang usually refers to the larger communal
homes, however, smaller single residences share many of its architectural
elements.
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Like this:
“a must” be inherent dust
I am just dust
which inherent in your ear
sometimes in the eye
makes you disturbed and dirty
but wait……
I had never heard you complain about me
or even sighing annoyed
you instead protects me
you give when I ask
you hold when I cry
oh my God……..
I feel ashamed and wanted to run away
but I am not able
because I need you
and
I know
if I leave you
then I will no longer being the dust
but will became trash
then
you will not allowed me to inherent even on your foot
image: desktopnexus.com
Like this:
the graceful drama of woman’s life
love
is a beauty feeling that bind woman
closed her eyes with misty dreams
overpowers of her fears of disappointments
that could make ache and sorrow
as strong finger grasps her
might create life-like a narrow prison of hopes
to giving birth
a beauty feeling of sacrifice for happiness
closed her eyes of spider web of risk
overpowers of her fears, for a life
which placed in her might be as the spectre of death
and ties her down to the skies of responsibilities
but create her life completely as woman
the true
love is between her, husband and kid
a woman will sees nothing but
a force of silky and soft of their hands
slowly pressed her to spread her love and swallow the sorrow
that forgotten her smile and drained her tears
through the shadows of love, happy, and death
woman
have to drink the poison of her destiny
from the cup of gratification of two forces
to understanding the reason of suffering and happiness
to the true meaning of the joy of life
as the blessings affection and kindness
of the graceful drama of woman’s life
Like this:
the legend of Sasando
My fellow blogger, this time I want to share about Sasando a traditional musical instruments
from Indonesia and it’s legend.
Happy reading!
Rote island…., my hometown.
It’s in the southernmost island of Indonesia, a small island of 1214,3 square kms in size
and forms a part of the Kupang Regency. It has an exceptional spectacular natural
environment with clear, transparant waters, caved rock formations, terraced
plantations and rolling hills rugged with palm trees, savanna and some forests.
It is also famous of its tenun ikat and traditional musical instruments named Sasando.
An instrument is like a harp with 28 or 56 strings and it’s believed known to
Rote people since 7th century.
The main part of sasando is a bamboo tube that served as the frame of the instrument.
Surrounded the tube is several wooden pieces served as wedges where the strings are
stretched from the top to the bottom. The wedges function is to hold the strings
higher than the tube surface to produce various length of strings to create
different musical notations.
The stringed bamboo tube is surrounded by a bag-like fan of dried lontar or palmyra leafs,
functioned as the resonator of the instrument. Sasando is played with both
hands reaching into the stings on bamboo tube through lontar opening on the front,
and the player’s fingers plucked the strings in the fashion like playing harp or kacapi.
Sasando
the legend of Sasando
According to local tradition, the origin of Sasando was linked to folktale of Rote people
about the tale of Sangguana. Once upon a time, there was a boy named Sangguana
who lived in Rote Island. One day he tended to savannah. He felt tired and fell asleep under
a palmyra tree. Sangguana dreamt that he played beautiful music with a unique instrument.
The sound and the melody was so enchanting. Then he woke up,surprisingly Sangguana
still remembered the tones he played in the dream. He wanted to hear it one more time, so he tried
to sleep again. He dreamt the same song and same instrument. Sangguana was enjoying
his dream, however he had to wake up.
Did not want to lose those beautiful sounds, Sangguana tried to recreate the sounds and in
no time created a music instrument from palmyra leafs with the strings in the middle,
based on his memory from the dream.
my hometown
a beautiful island
at the East tip of equatorial emerald series
rare traditional culture
but seems forgotten by the government
or they might be not even remember its existence
I could only wish…
one day it listed in the agenda of tourism development
then it would become a charming and captivating area
my poor Rote island
Ikat with patola design from Rote island
summary of Wikipedia image: http://www.biyunasakgallery.com/lavalon/rote.htm
Like this:
differences of meeting and parting
I love to be with you since the first time we met
I love seeing you when chasing the butterfly
I love everything about you
such a beautiful moment which
turns my world became shine of love’s joyful
created our time of together into a pleasures of romances which absorb in me
and made me addicted of being with you
but … after you left me
I hate thinking of you
I hate of being embraced by your shadow
I hate everything about you
and I can’t get rid of it
for such a long time, even
drags my world became misty in a pleasure of sorrows
and sunk me to enjoy the pleasure of being apart
I love you but I hate you and I don’t care whatever it is
because I had already in it
I only knew that the differences of meeting and parting are so thin
while I was already addicted to both of each pleasure
Like this:
reverie of chasing the splendor of heaven
in reverie I seeping through a blue sky curtain
I could smell your scent and feeling your embrace
your love came to my heart and fill its corners
at a glance broke my empty soul into parts
the beauty I longed has slicing my soul into a scream
I did not deserve for the beauty and your love
Since my eyes filled with the dust of greedy
I walk to the edge of the sky on my weary steps
to pursue the forgiveness in the night haze
had heard only the waves singing the song of vain
which slowly walked to the gate of death
Impossible to find the splendor of heaven
my heart is filled with evil and hypocrisy
hurting and making people to be in sorrow is a satisfaction
I aware that pardon will not reach me
no point in being strong like a pillar of the kingdom
I desperately asked for your mercy…my God
for a moment let me drawn into my stupid imagination
to write a poetry about
reverie of chasing the splendor of heaven
Like this:
a dream be in dreams
a dream be in dreams
the sound of music makes my soul vibrates
bring memory to my home town
I try to avoid it and run away
but wherever I go it’s still annoying
and seducing me to go home
I don’t want to hear it
I don’t want to go home
since my dream is still out of reach
it now embedded in my ear
where ever I go I could hear consistently
is this a reminding?
I closed my eyes and let
my mind flirts with the feeling
threw away the boundaries of the night
looking for a decision
now I’m humming along with the music
I’d been chasing my dream for too long
the music gave me a sign to go home
I want to go home to the land I came from
I have to go home to the people I loved
and let my dream be in dreams
Like this:
The Looking Glass
Aurora Borealis – Marc Adamus – Featured Photographer,
www.photobotos.com on April 12, 2012
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There is a land in which I dream
To climb the mountains and swim the stream.
A celestial place in hues of green.
Were the still water is a reflecting glass,
For all to see what is in their path.
It is a place of divine grace…
to write in dream
oh father
will you please caress my head
till I get sleepy
oh mother
will you please sing me lullaby
till I fell asleep
oh my love
will you please hold my hand
let me to my dream
oh loved ones
I have always been a dreamer
only in a dream the world can seem peace and friendly
where I can reach my imagination
where I can follow my visions
oh loved ones
if later I awake
I will dedicate you
a poetry about a woman
that able to write only in her dream
Like this:
reconstruction of the heart and mind
the shadow of night slowly comes over me
through a small hole
I can hear the insects are crawling
when I leering into the sky
the stars are twinkling
trying to illuminate the darkness of my soul
and the moon seducing me to smile
I never knew there were so much care
waking me from sleeping too long in misery
and let my feeling be as the driver
I sudden felt a vibration of emotion
that I had never felt before
it is to open my heart and construct way of thinking
in reach the real meaning of life
and freed myself from the cocoon of misery
to gaze upon a new trip of life’s procession
there is much beauty I never take notice of
there is so much love that I didn’t care
even if I did not get their love
let me give out my love for all
hell with all the painful misery
Like this:
the moment before I released her
I stand beside
gaze on her face
deep brown hair
delicate features
of her mother
she is my beautiful one
magnolia-white skin
in ivory-white satin
veils and white roses
make me proud
for being the father
of my beautiful one
she looked at me
put her hand around my arm
tears on her black lashes
of her dark brown eyes
whisper “I love you Papa”
it’s my beautiful one
steps trembling
heart pounding
let off my girl
to the altar
“I love you too, my beautiful one”
Like this:
while we still have time
if still possible
to incised the goodness
while there is still a chance
do not waste time
to correct the mistakes
to forgive and forgiven
on behalf of our self and soul
if still possible
thankful for the time that given
how long it will last
nobody knows
we are here only for a while
what we have just a deposit
till time take it away
if still possible
we could through this night
and still could see the sun
but everything is on His wish
while we still have time
let’s give more than before
let’s love more than present
Like this:
the forbidden love
the moonlight streaming dimly over her
make her eyes sparkled in hoping
through the window she looks and waiting
for the man that she loved to come
behind the gray haze his figure appears
slowly walk towards her under the moonlight
she rushes unlocked the door
and let herself into his warmth holds
he laid her in the silver shadows
with the moonlight stream dimly over her
she waits him to come over her face
to fill the long longing that had been seeped
he has belonged to someone else
but her love was too strong to admit
defeating the thoughts from feelings
raised the courage to cover the mistake
the night will soon pass and dawn is coming
a certainly pain sudden stabbed her inner
spoken the same words as the nights before
would you still love me tomorrow?
Like this:
till death do us part
Almost a year ago when my mom knows that I love to write poetry, she gave me
a piece of obsolete letter and asked me to create a poem.
Mom said that the letter was given by my late father as
a dowry on their wedding day.
I tried not to change the original words and this is it……
Like this:
poem of a waiting in vain
The orange twilight starting to fade crawling in weak and weary It slowly disappears from sight mixing with dark turned to black
The atmosphere of lonely visiting accompanied by dog’s howling to knitting the night arousing the reverie broke the feelings restless and confusion immediate erupt
Bamboo leaves are sighing sliced by the blade of hope expressing the longing that can’t restrained engraved the pain of the splitting soul…
our obligation
the children
they are here…, because of us
what they say
is what they heard from us
what they do
because they see what we did
they are bound to emulate
if they are being good
because we asked them to be nice
if they are not good
because we don’t teach them correctly
we used to be …, they are now
their wills…, used to be our wills
as we ever want to be heard
they also want to be heard
they rely on us because they trust us
as we ever want attention
they needed more, than us
its our obligation to give them the best
for their future will be better than us in every way
(more…)
Like this:
the true meaning of life
sailing on the edge of twilight
upon the old soft blue water
seeking answer to a question
which not been answered for so long
sailing in the haze of night lamps
flooded by worldly pleasures
wallowing in flattery and false tenderness
that change the earth into the meadow of pleasures
sailing to each corner of the heart
anchored in the depths of soul
relieve hunger and thirst of searching
of learning the true meaning of life
finally, landed on a tattered prayer mat
releasing restless and fatigue of searched
prostrating over the tears of remorse
where the true meaning of life waiting in patience
(more…)
Like this:
a special delivery
a last love package
I received
was
thousands of roses
delivered by motorcycle
then
he disappeared
among the silence
stole a part of my heart
take along my cheerful
left me in reverie
for
no mail to send
no reply to wait
no roses to accept
waiting for emptiness
disappointment carved
his charm…, which ever
stopped by in my mind
in a fleeting moment
is now a memory
the sweet one
and
stamped as history
(more…)
Like this:
behind the vulnerability
do we realize that we are living
in the magnificent cage of prejudice?
which constructed to hide our shortage
do we realize that we are singing
among the jealousy hills?
to protect from our inability
do we realize that we are sneaking
in the dense jungle of judgement?
to hide our mistakes
do we realize that we are staying
behind the solid walls of arrogance?
to protect our selves pride
do we realize that we are generous
easy to pity…. ?
that vanish at the time we look away
we should realize that we are
the perfect creäture on the universe
but we shut down our selves
and feel safe by hiding behind our vulnerable
why don’t we admitted
that we can’t overcome the selfishness
and not becoming more available to others
in sharing our love and attention
Like this:
the last wish for the last day
no tear to dropped
since it will be a thorn in my grave
no grief on face
for my soul will lightly fly
please……
let me die in peace
and pray for me
let my body embraced by ground
let my bones devoured by worms
as my soul will surely freed of
burden and responsibility
and begin a new life
at the land of peaceful
Like this:
the hidden secrets of woman’s heart
This part was quoted from The Broken Wings one of the literary works of Khalil Gibran that I liked.
I think it’s true, what do you think?
The poets and writers are trying to understand the reality of woman,
but up to this day they have not understood the hidden secrets
of her heart because they look upon her from
behind the sexual veil
and see nothing but externals;
they look upon her through the magnifying glass of hatefulness
and find nothing except weakness and submission.
In another occasion she said, pointing to the carved pictures
on the walls of the temple,
“In the heart of this rock there are two symbols depicting
the essence of a woman’s
desires and revealing the hidden secrets of her soul,
moving between love and sorrow
between affection and sacrifice,
between Ishtar sitting on the throne and
Mary standing by the cross.
The man buys glory and reputation,
but the woman pays the price.
The Broken Wings
by: Kahlil Gibran
Like this:
swirling in bitterness
through the blue haze
I see the darkness of my soul
somewhere lay and frozen in time
swirling in bitterness of love pain
I heard the sound of silence calling
at a glance I feel you’re here
at the time….., I swear I want you
but swirling in bitterness
at a glance I let this promise end
at the time….., I swear I feel free
of bitterness that swirling in my soul
with a little wish that lived inside
I hope to see my soul in a moment
to remind that I am suffering of my sanity
for loving you in a world away
Like this:
when love whispers
when love whispers
its light accelerates the heart beat
illuminate the corners of soul
swirling in imagination
when love whispers
days go by in the world of dreams
life has filled by beauty
charm of the ocean of love
when love whispers
silence is a beautiful music
create a need to touched the passionate
in released the sense of longing
when love whispers
there is only one language
for a desire
united the soul in a feeling
Like this:
the ballad of nature #2
ssstttsss………
listen
a
melancholy
ballad
performed
by
wind
and
leaves
its
about
destructions
Like this:
the echo of adzan
the adzan
when it echoed
let it touch the soul
let it flow with blood
and sincerity
run the command
for a moment
leave the poetry of life
that wrapped in residues of sin
of the world’s dirtiness
no reason
for the obligation
its strengthen
the weak ship
with faith
don’t delay
as if the time
soon stopped
to sail to the horizon
of afterlife
Word of the Prophet Muhammad:
“The length of jewelry that would be obtained of a believer on the
Day of Judgment is according to the length of the wet
ablution water body member.”
Like this:
dream in vain
the love melody haunts me
intoned the poem of you
reflection of you draw me into reverie
lead me across the desert of love
threw me into the ocean of romance
though you are far away
the love music would not die
and the refrain leaving me
a dream that in vain
Like this:
sincerity
you suckle at my breasts
you fall asleep in my lap
you cry in my arms
you sick I awake
Your wish is my prayer
your trouble is in my mind
my face lines carved by your tears
my tears to pay your suffering
I hide my misery
but keeping you happy
I sacrifice my hopes
but lash your spirit
not a cent in return
just
love and respect
you are not aware yet
I believe you will…, one day
the time you became as me
the time you became a mother
at that time you will understand
the sincerity
of being a mother
Like this:
just wishes
I dance while crying in the rain
hoping this faith will no longer tempted
by a momentary lust
I dance while crying in the rain
wishing for no more mistakes
caused by worldly vices
I dance while crying in the rain
hope that body and soul will cleaned
of disgraceful thoughts and actions
when the rain stops
the wishes gone
I did not became clean
even
wallowed in the mud of dilapidation
Like this:
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AUTHOR
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meiro
