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Friday night

(Delayed) Day 259 in 2017

The reflection fades away,

Without losing its sight,

As if it is eager to say,

“Now you see me out of sight…”

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(Delayed) Day 202 in 2017 

Get out from drowning yourself in your head,

The door is waiting for you to get through it,

Exquisitely carved in complexity; 

Give yourself a lot of love to help you exit. 

Day 181 in 2017

Carried away, 

You walk all the way, 

The path that leads you to no end,

With your mind as a faithful friend. 

(delayed) Day 167 in 2017

She was terribly sick,

All she did was turning her ears to the soothing lyric,

In a charmingly-calming poetic song, 

Which she repeated all day long, 

And she forgot to write her own limerick! 

Day 160 in 2017

One dares not to price-tag a legacy. 

It’s undeniably sacred;

Not of the rituals, but of the identity;

A heirloom well-kept and adored. 

Batik

Day 139 in 2017

It’s unimaginable how love works. 

Tenderness could melt rocks. 

Affection could warm the heart like socks. 

Love stories are legendary like Captain Spock! 

Day 125 in 2017

Walk the night away, 

After the rain has stopped dancing,

Along the watery pathway. 

Tell me the story worth revealing, 

The truth about the passing day.

About what love has been growing, 

In your brightly blue sky. 

Has it grown teardrop out of striving? 

Or sweat for the lack of supply? 

Tell me about what the sun has been hearing, 

From the chatterbox birds that fly,

Over the land that has been dreaming, 

Of the warmth of May. 

Tell me more as I am listening, 

Tell me more, you shan’t be shy. 

Day 111 in 2017

There is no such force 

As powerful as a woman 

Empowering girls

To be twice as strong as her. 

This is my mother. Today is Kartini day – Indonesian heroine who fought for the emancipation of women.

Day 97 in 2017

The old times sweets

Bring back the childhood sweetness. 

It’s been well documented in your taste buds, 

So whenever the buttons are pressed 

The diorama of your childhood 

With all the wonderful feelings

Are played and described vividly. 

How sweet! 

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