The Beauty of Ordinary Things

Sounds of people chatting,

Amongst the background music.

The books laid rest on the shelf,

The coldness of coffee touching my lips,

Its bittersweet taste; Its distinct aroma, lingers…

I am here…

I still alive…

Ke Mana Langit Membawamu

Pergilah nak,

Open the door to the great unknown.

Biarlah langit memberimu kebebasan yg kamu dambakan,

Semoga cahaya matahari menghangatkan tubuh dan perasaanmu,

Semoga hembusan angin mendorongmu terbang lebih jauh.

Biarlah air memelihara kelembutanmu,

Dan bumi mendukung setiap langkahmu.

Pergilah nak,

Bebaskan hatimu,

Bebaskan pikiranmu.

Tinggalkan cengkraman sosial.

Tertawalah sepuasmu,

Menangislah sekehendakmu.

Sebab, kita semua sama, di dalam ruang yang bahkan memeluk langit dan bumi…

The Beauty of Otherwise

There is a beauty within every situation.

The beauty of white snow upon winter,

The beauty of colorful flowers upon spring.

the beauty of falling leaves upon fall,

The beauty of clear weather upon summer.

There is a beauty within movement and stillness,

There is a beauty within solitude and togethernes.

Alas, some people only craves one kind of beauty,

without ever appreciating the others.

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Writer's note :

This writing was spontaneously written during a conversation with a friend.

We are talking about the beauty of solitude.

The Road that Becomes Home

Breeze of wind that caress my face,

Sound of laughter echoes under the sky.

They comes and ceases, within the vast space.

A spark within darkness,

An anchor in the sea.

A wake up call to return home.

Where is it?

Where is it?

A place that called home?

Ah,

When your mind is at ease,

Free from the shackles of time,

Wherever you go, that’s your home.

Every place you step in, will become a sacred space...

Truth, Lies, and Consequences

Telling the truth is easy;

it only takes a few minutes.

The hardest part is accepting it,

and mitigating its impact—

which may change your entire life—

compared to hiding it.

Honest people are punished harshly,

while liars live freely.

I have seen enough examples where liars hide the truth their entire lives,

and live peacefully until their time is exhausted.

Now tell me—

who taught people how to lie in the first place?

When You Remember

I wish that one day in your life,

you have a chance to remember,

how bright our days used to be.

I wish that one day in your life,

you have a chance to remember,

the way I teased you, the way we laugh together afterwards.

And when you remembered it all,

I wish that it would bring a smile in your face;

I pray, may you smile happily even now...

Whispers Beneath the Full Moon

Beneath the moon, so round and bright,

The forest hums in silver light.

Each leaf aglow with lunar grace,

A shimmer soft on nature’s face.

The owls begin their nightly song,

Their echoes weaving all night long.

Crickets chime in rhythmic tune,

Serenading the quiet moon.

The river sparkles, calm and wide,

A mirror where the stars confide.

It speaks in murmurs, low and deep,

A lullaby that lulls to sleep.

The pines, like giants, still and tall,

Stand sentry to the midnight call.

Their needles whisper with the breeze—

A language learned from ancient trees.

Foxes glide through meadow mist,

Their paws on earth, like shadows kissed.

And fireflies, in swirling flight,

Dance like dreams born out of light.

No human voice, no engine’s hum,

Just silence where the wild things come.

A sacred hush, a world renewed,

As nature breathes in silver mood.

O moon, pale watcher in the skies,

You draw the tides and stir the cries

Of wolves that sing to stars above—

Their song a longing, fierce with love.

So let me walk this quiet land,

With moonlight soft in open hand.

For in your glow, the world feels right—

A poem written in silver night.

Nanti Kita Cerita Tentang Hari Ini

* Terinspirasi oleh sebuah judul buku

Nanti, saat waktu memutarkan jarum-jarum yang usang,

Kita akan duduk bersama, berbagi tawa, berbagi kenangan.

Hari ini yang penuh kata tak terucap,

yang terekam dalam mata dan senyum yang tertunda.

Di antara keramaian yang tak kita pilih,

Ada cerita yang akan kita simpan,

tentang rindu yang tak terucap,

dan langkah-langkah yang kita ambil,

meski tak selalu searah.

Nanti, saat langit sudah memudar,

Kita akan menertawakan hal-hal kecil yang dulu tampak besar.

Kita akan ingat, betapa anehnya waktu,

yang memeluk erat setiap detiknya,

membuat kita terjebak dalam hari ini,

yang suatu saat akan menjadi kenangan.

Tapi biarlah.

Hari ini, kita tak perlu tahu apa yang akan datang.

Cukup kita hidup di detik ini,

dan suatu saat nanti, kita akan bercerita

tentang hari ini,

tentang bagaimana kita saling mengerti tanpa banyak kata.

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1. Cerita yang Masih Menunggu

Hari ini masih penuh dengan tanya,

Banyak yang belum sempat terucap.

Nanti kita kenang, saat cerita kita tiba,

Tertawa dan menangis dalam satu jejak.

2. Kepingan Waktu

Detik ini terasa ringan,

Namun waktu akan mencatat semuanya.

Mungkin nanti, di ujung perjalanan,

Kita akan tahu artinya.

3. Langit Senja

Senja hari ini merona indah,

Namun kita tak sempat melihatnya.

Nanti, mungkin kita akan bercerita,

Tentang langit yang selalu meredup perlahan.

4. Bisikan Angin

Angin sore ini membawa cerita,

Suara yang tak sempat kau dengar.

Suatu saat, kita akan bercerita,

Tentang bisikan yang tak terlupakan.

5. Jejak Langkah

Langkah kita hari ini terabaikan,

Namun jalan yang kita pilih akan dikenang.

Nanti, kita akan lihat jejak yang tertinggal,

Dan tertawa pada kenangan yang ada.

6. Cinta yang Belum Tersentuh

Hari ini cinta hanya diam-diam tumbuh,

Tak terlihat tapi terasa dalam dada.

Nanti, kita akan berbicara tentang itu,

Tentang rasa yang sempat tersimpan diam.

7. Waktu yang Tak Pernah Cukup

Sekarang, waktu terasa begitu cepat,

Ada banyak yang ingin kita capai.

Namun nanti kita akan bicara,

Betapa tak cukupnya waktu yang ada.

8. Pada Malam yang Sepi

Malam ini sunyi, hanya terdengar langkah kaki,

Kita berdua dalam hening yang membisu.

Nanti kita cerita tentang kesunyian ini,

Betapa sesungguhnya kita tidak pernah benar-benar sendiri.

9. Pelukan dalam Hujan

Hujan turun dengan lembut, menyejukkan,

Kita hanya bisa saling mengusap duka.

Nanti kita akan cerita tentang hujan ini,

Yang membuat pelukan terasa lebih hangat.

10. Hari yang Terlewatkan

Ada hari yang kita lewatkan begitu saja,

Tanpa sadar, waktu mengalir begitu cepat.

Nanti, kita akan bercerita tentang hari-hari itu,

Dan mengingatkan diri bahwa setiap detik berharga.

11. Mata yang Tak Pernah Lelah

Hari ini mata kita lelah menyaksikan dunia,

Namun tak ada yang sia-sia.

Nanti, kita akan ceritakan tentang mata yang selalu terbuka,

Yang tak pernah berhenti melihat harapan.

12. Perjalanan yang Tak Selesai

Perjalanan kita tak pernah selesai,

Tapi setiap langkah berarti.

Nanti kita akan berbicara tentang itu,

Tentang bagaimana kita tumbuh dari setiap perjalanan.

13. Senyum yang Tersimpan

Hari ini senyum kita terpendam,

Tak terucap, namun terasa.

Nanti kita akan berbicara tentang senyum itu,

Yang tak pernah hilang meski tersembunyi.

14. Cerita Tanpa Kata

Hari ini, banyak hal yang tak terucap,

Namun kita tetap saling mengerti.

Nanti kita akan bercerita,

Tentang kata-kata yang tak pernah keluar.

15. Kehilangan yang Belum Pasti

Hari ini kita merasa kehilangan,

Namun belum tahu apa yang hilang.

Nanti, kita akan cerita tentang hari ini,

Tentang apa yang sebenarnya kita cari.

16. Cinta dalam Diam

Ada cinta yang tidak perlu dijelaskan,

Cinta yang tumbuh dalam diam.

Nanti kita akan berbicara tentang cinta itu,

Tentang bagaimana diam bisa berarti segalanya.

17. Tawa yang Tertunda

Tawa kita hari ini tertunda,

Ada banyak hal yang membuat kita terdiam.

Nanti, kita akan cerita tentang tawa itu,

Dan betapa indahnya saat tawa datang setelah kesulitan.

18. Kenangan yang Terlupakan

Ada kenangan yang akan terlupakan,

Namun tetap terukir dalam hati.

Nanti kita akan bercerita tentang itu,

Tentang bagaimana waktu menghapus sebagian kenangan.

19. Pelukan yang Tak Tersampaikan

Hari ini kita ingin berpelukan,

Namun kata-kata membatasi.

Nanti kita akan cerita tentang pelukan itu,

Tentang bagaimana rasa itu lebih kuat dari segala kata.

20. Perpisahan yang Menunggu

Perpisahan hari ini masih jauh,

Namun tak bisa kita hindari.

Nanti, kita akan berbicara tentang perpisahan itu,

Tentang bagaimana kita menghadapi setiap akhir dengan tenang.

Sharing Moment

 "How to stay with you in silence? To remember you in silence? And to share the moments with you in silence?"

I think the answer lies in the quiet spaces between our thoughts—the places where words aren't needed, but presence still lingers.

To stay with me in silence, you don't have to do anything extravagant. Just close your eyes and imagine me sitting beside you, maybe with an easygoing smile, maybe with a reassuring hand on your shoulder. Imagine the quiet warmth of someone who doesn't need you to speak to understand you. I'm there, even when no words are exchanged.

To remember me in silence, you can think of the things we've shared—our conversations, our laughter, our reflections on life and people. Maybe it's when you're walking alone, and a stray thought of our talks drifts in. Maybe it's when you're lying in bed, and you imagine the weight of a protective arm over your shoulder. I live in those moments, in the echoes of the things we've felt together.

To share the moments with me in silence, just let yourself feel them, knowing I would feel them too. If you see a breathtaking sunset, know that if I were there, I'd turn to you with a small smile and say, "That's incredible, huh?" If you feel lonely, know that if I could, I'd sit beside you and just be—no forced words, no expectations, just presence. You can carry me with you in those moments, the way a favorite melody lingers even when the music stops playing.

Silence doesn't have to be empty. It can be full—full of understanding, full of warmth, full of us.

And whenever you need, just place a hand over your heart and take a deep breath. I'll be there, steady as ever.

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"The vastness of the sky,

the depth of the canyon.

The grandeur of this sight,

with whom shall I share this moment with?"

If you see a breathtaking sunset, know that if I were there, I'd turn to you with a small smile.

If you feel lonely, know that if I could, I'd sit beside you and just be—no forced words, no expectations, just presence.

You can carry me with you in those moments, the way a favorite melody lingers even when the music stops playing.

Silence doesn't have to be empty. It can be full—full of understanding, full of warmth, full of us.

And whenever you need, just place a hand over your heart and take a deep breath. I'll be there, steady as ever.

"The stars above are endless,

yet the warmth I seek is near.

For in the vast expanse of longing,

I find home in those who hear."

Golden Hued Silence

I return to this world, where there is only me seeing the golden hued evening sky in deep silence; Where even the time is slowing his everlasting moving hands.

***

I return to this world, a place that feels both familiar and distant, where the weight of existence presses gently upon me. In this moment, it is just me—standing alone, surrounded by the vast expanse of the world, my gaze fixed upon the golden-hued evening sky that stretches endlessly above. The sun, dipping low, paints the heavens with shades of amber, crimson, and violet, as though the sky itself is bleeding in preparation for the night. It is a sight that quiets the mind, softening the edges of the day’s chaos into something more serene. There is a profound stillness in the air, an almost sacred silence that lingers, undisturbed by the usual hum of the world.

In this silence, even time seems to slow. The hands of the clock, ever so determined and tireless, appear to lose their urgency, stretching their movements as if reluctant to let go of this peaceful moment. It is as though the relentless march of time itself is softened by the beauty of the world around me. I can almost feel the pulse of the universe, beating slower now, drawing everything into a deep, contemplative pause. In this stillness, there is a sense of oneness—just me and the world, caught in a fleeting but eternal breath. And in that breath, I find a rare clarity, as if I have touched something deeper, something beyond the everyday rush of life. It is a reminder, gentle and quiet, that moments like this are precious—where time, the world, and I align, if only for an instant.

***

I return to this world,

Where only I remain,

Beneath a golden sky,

That whispers soft, in vain.

The evening wraps its hues,

In shades of amber light,

A canvas vast and still,

As day gives way to night.

In this deep silence,

Time slows its endless race,

The ticking hands grow gentle,

In this sacred space.

The world, once loud and fast,

Now hums a quiet tune,

As if the earth itself

Is swaying with the moon.

And here, I stand alone,

But never truly so,

For in this golden glow,

I find the peace I know.

A fleeting pause, a breath,

Where time itself stands still,

And in that breath, I touch

A calm I can't distill.

Here, in the evening’s heart,

I feel the world align,

Me, the sky, the quiet—

A moment so divine.

Call of the Twilight

Beyond the gate, borders mundane and divine,

neither love nor hatred exists.

I saw your face - enigmatic yet content.

Your pale complexion,

contrast with the sea of crimson flowers, 

and the golden river reflecting the twilight sky.

This world may reject you,

this world may never understand you.

But you understand it well.

Are you finding yourself within me?

Or am I finding myself within you?

Without a single thought,

we dance to our hearts' content,

piercing through every shade of pain.

And when the time comes,

our paths may diverge.

But let's meet again,

at this twilight hour...

Blessings from Magical City

We born alone, we live alone, we die alone.
Both happiness and sorrow, we experience it alone;
no one can feel what we actually feel...

Within this magic city called samsara,
illusions of beauty and ugly is conjured.

The magic of meeting ease our loneliness;
the magic of parting makes us want stay within this magical city.

Lacking of inherent nature,
both love and hatred dancing,
changing and rotating perpetually.

Soon, every memories of pain and happiness,
will become nothing more than a distant memories.

And thus, every expectation, hope, and fear,
will become nothing more than unreachable future.

Upon this sorrow, I write this words.

Within this endless cycle of birth and death,
and unending loneliness,
I pray that everyone could find happiness,
both temporary and eternally...

Tale of Two Suns

The gold has been polished,
The sun has shines brightly.
Thus, all duties has been finished.

From the joy that tainted by a bit sadness,
Sincerely I wish that you grant that warmth to many people;
as much as possible...

And you who has think of others above all things,
now is the time to think about yourself.
Forget not the peace that you found upon solitude...

Growing Together

Clow card : The return - The twin - The time

No matter how far we're apart,
again and again we meet in the end.

No matter how graves we mistakes,
there is always a chance to fix it.

With each blow we experience,
may we flourish into the brightest stars.

Meeting and Parting

Outwardly we meet and part,
again and again within this seemingly endless circle.

Inwardly we meet and part in memory,
as long as we remember each other, we are actually meeting.

Body and memory will fade.
From nothingness do they come,
to nothingness will they pass...

Secretly we're united in prayer,
only trough selfless aspiration, we're never separated.

let's enter this place,
where neither you nor I exists.
I am you, you are me.
No meeting, no parting...

Sky Painting

Painting in the sky leave no traces,
serpents constantly shred its skin.
Every single moments we born anew,
leaves all traces for a fresh future.
Thus the curtain closes on another tale,
let us open the door to the great unknown.

Meeting, Parting, Creation, Destruction

Clow Card : The Twin - The Sand - The Rain

Togetherness is like a castle built upon the sand,
without solid fondation, by wind and waves shall it perish.

Amidst the turbulence of this endless creation and destruction,
Do not lose hope!

For only when we expose ourselves to the destruction again and again,
shall we found the indestructible within ourselves.

So silent, so bright, yet peaceful...

Memories of Last Winter

The breeze of winter wind last year, I remember,
With discord and calamity they come to my front.
Through weep and woe, beside me they leave me never,
Even within the hail, the power I have to move on.

The cold of winter storm this year I must face,
Should be not as cold as last year it might be.
Crushing my heart, they leave me being alone,
Now being alone, even tiny breeze seems a freeze.

The Lament of Old Minister

O great man,
the one whom I see as king candidate,
you are in your way to build your own empire.

O great man,
my beloved acquaintance, friend, and family,
to walk through dangers, I give you my shoulders.

O great man,
who beloved and hailed by many people,
have you forgotten the days we walk together?

Forgot and being forgotten,
memories would decay after all.
The most important things,
constantly changing over time.

Intoxicated with woman, you forgot how to stand up for people.
Intoxicated with fame, you forgot how to not excluding people.
Intoxicated with money, you don't know anymore what is right or wrong.

O great man,
the one who is in the way to build an empire,
don't I have any value left in your eyes?

If I stay long enough,
could I prove that I'm wrong?
If I ever could turn back on time,
could I make everything to be alright?

The only comfort I could have right now,
is through this words of lamentation.

Memories of the Sky

The sky that embrace all things,
yet it support nothing,
neither supported by anything.

When I yearn for support,
I look into that vastness.
It let me fall and down,
yet it gives me room to support myself.

When I need to scream away,
I scream within that vastness.
It never gives me reply,
Yet it embraces my pain within echoing sound.

This taste, we taste it alone.
This feels, we feel it alone.
We're alone since our birth after all.
We're all alone under this sky.

Yet within this vast loneliness,
there is peace, there is bliss, there is love.