Under the vast and silent sky, a young man raised his gaze to the twinkling stars above. He always felt that the stars held a special story for him, a story carved with light in the night sky.
On the other side of the world, there was a girl who also loved to look at the stars. She felt that there was something special every time she looked at the stars, as if they were whispering to her about a love she had yet to find.
One night, under the same blanket of stars, the young man and young woman found themselves thinking about love and hope. Unbeknownst to them, the twinkling stars above were actually forming a pattern that carried a message for the two of them.
The message was "A sincere heart will always find its way." The stars became silent witnesses to their meeting that had yet to happen, but was already written in the night sky. A love story carved in the name of heaven, waiting to be realized.
Sometime later, fate brought them together at an art event. They felt as if they had known each other for a long time, just as the stars told them on that silent night. Their love story begins, with the stars as silent witnesses who always remind them of the story carved in the night sky.
Jakarta, 3 January 2025
Do you remember
As a child
When the neighbour
Pissed off
Chided you?
Did you get angry
Because he shouted
Or embarrassed
Because he was right?
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Swallow does not only describe aves or birds
He is the embodiment of a being who comes and visits this earth to provide benefits
From the towering coral duwur mountains to the sky that they have steady
Presented the beauty and exposure of nature that rises from the bottom of the ocean as a natural textbook
It is possible that history will not unravel the story and even become a fairy tale when the father or mother supports their children in bedtime.
The place where the swallow became endemic in the mountains seemed to unravel a folklore that at that time the consort of King Kartasura was sick and cured only by drinking a sponge which was none other than a swallow's nest.
Or is it really the image that has been attached to Adipati Surti as a hero and was forced to marry Suryawati because she was attracted to her beauty even though she was of a different nature?
Everyone was amazed by the elegant dance how this was reflected in real life
Little cup of tea,
What will you tell me of today?
Who drank of you last evening?
and who'll take care of
Patterns in disguise,
Leaves in your essence,
You hide when serving coffee.
A bit of light splashes your face,
The liquid moves -
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Where he goes death follows
Why that is no one knows
What he touches turns to dust
Yet he knows not what he does
The concept of joy is a stranger to him
If he has ever felt it at all it was but a gleam
He too shall never obtain love
As though some divine punishment from above
He does know what love is
But he will forever be denied that eternal bliss
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Under the vast and silent sky, a young man raised his gaze to the twinkling stars above. He always felt that the stars held a special story for him, a story carved with light in the night sky.
On the other side of the world, there was a girl who also loved to look at the stars. She felt that there was something special every time she looked at the stars, as if they were whispering to her about a love she had yet to find.
One night, under the same blanket of stars, the young man and young woman found themselves thinking about love and hope. Unbeknownst to them, the twinkling stars above were actually forming a pattern that carried a message for the two of them.
The message was "A sincere heart will always find its way." The stars became silent witnesses to their meeting that had yet to happen, but was already written in the night sky. A love story carved in the name of heaven, waiting to be realized.
Sometime later, fate brought them together at an art event. They felt as if they had known each other for a long time, just as the stars told them on that silent night. Their love story begins, with the stars as silent witnesses who always remind them of the story carved in the night sky.
Jakarta, 3 January 2025
In New Forum, where shutters dam the sun's stream,
A quilt of souls in a chessboard's dream.
A crush of commerce in a serpentine dance,
Where shadows flicker, and silence prances.
Smiths and spinners, a chorus of toil,
Their labor weaves dreams on the loom of will.
Cries of merchants in measured tone,
Echo through arches, time's own drone.
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There’s a quiet in the clutter,
a stillness in the scattered remnants
of days that blur together.
A sock without a partner,
an empty gum container,
dead batteries waiting for a final farewell.
all of them stranded in the corners of the everyday,
reminders of the passing time.
I used to resent them, these remnants of ownership,
......
We were Ten; although half-grown old
Now, peep through clouds still
Long at a distance the sun does fill
Our minds, with happiness sold.
We were Ten!
Together we were dear to all often.
We were Ten; although half-grown old
Now, cross the river yet
The bridge under feet told-
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मैंने कल एक झलक जिंदगी को देखा,
वो मेरी राह में गुनगुना रही थी...
मैं ढूंढ़ रहा था उसे इधर उधर,
वो ऑंख मिचोली कर मुस्कुरा रही थी...
एक अरसे के बाद आया मुझे करार,
वो थपकी दे मुझे सुला रही थी...
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