Apa kabar, belahan jiwa?
Lama sudah kita tak bertemu
Dalam canda dan tawa semu
Antara duniaku dan duniamu
Bukan karena aku melupakanmu
Sungguh bukan itu
Ketika sejenak aku menjauh darimu
Jangan pernah risaukan itu
Karena kepadamu aku akan kembali
Disaat ingin kugantungkan lukisan duka berbingkai tawa
Yang kugoreskan disepanjang langkah kakiku tanpamu
Pada dinding-dinding kenangan yang semakin dingin dan beku
Atau kubisikkan senandung sunyi berlirik rindu
Yang kugubah disepanjang langkah kakiku tanpamu
Pada tirai-tirai masa lalu yang semakin kusam dan pudar
Dan kepadamu pula aku akan kembali
Bersama rindu yang gagu.
Sebuah elegi rindu untukmu
August 22nd, 2014
An Odd Trio
Today, you can write about whatever you what — but your post must include, in whatever role you see fit, a cat, a bowl of soup, and a beach towel. – The Daily Post
Oh dear…this morning is so cold. So very cold and It can freeze me to death. Where is the sunlight anyway? Is this morning or night? I believe this is morning. I went sleep last night and I supposed to wake up at the morning, right? So..this is morning without sunlight. Brrr…… I have to do something to warm my body. It looks like this thick fur won’t help me much. Kitchen!…..yeah…that place must be very warm. She usually cooks something in the kitchen every morning. Hm…She cooks everytime actually. I’ll stay near the stove to get warm. Alright I’ll go there…
It’s Your Party
Since many are marking their country’s “birthday” in the US today, we wanted to ask: How do you celebrate yours? Are you all for a big bash, or more of a low-key birthday boy/girl? – The Daily Post
There’s no party on my birthday. Not when I was a kid nor when I was a young girl. I don’t like any kind of party anyway. I usually settled in “my cave” during my birthday. You can’t find me at the office or at any public area on my birthday. And what do I do in that cave? I think birthday is the right time to look back the days that have gone by whether it’s still on right track or not. There are many important decisions I take on my birthday. I think birthday is a perfect time for contemplation.
Nighty nighty night, July 12th, 2014
Strike a Chord
Do you play an instrument? Is there a musical instrument whose sound you find particularly pleasing? Tell us a story about your experience or relationship with an instrument of your choice. – The Daily Post
My last post was on July 3rd, 2014 in response for Daily Prompt July, day 2nd. That means I have to catch up ten days by now #sigh.
I used to play keyboard. We could play many various musical instruments in that keyboard. I selected piano sound like when I played it. I really like the sound. Unfortunately, my parent couldn’t buy me a grand piano so It was enough for me to play piano sound like on a keyboard. Actually I like acoustic guitar also. But I can’t play it. It’s very difficult to learn guitar. I feel pain on my finger tip whenever I try to practice this instrument.
Back of the Queue
Is there something you’ve always wanted to do, but never got around to starting (an activity, a hobby, or anything else, really)? Tell us about it — and tell us about what’s keeping you from doing it. (Thanks, Rocky, for inspiring today’s prompt!) – The Daily Post
I’ve been running fashion business since end of 2010. I have boutique near the house. I started it from zero. I can see it’s growing. I really enjoy all the process I’ve been through. For me, it’s a never ending learning process. I’ve learned how to connect with the suppliers. I’ve learned how to communicate with customers. I’ve learned how to integrate my business with all social media for selling boosting. Everything runs well. So very well for someone who hasn’t had fashion business experience before.
Daily Post Prompt :
You have to choose one flavor that your sense of taste will no longer be able to distinguish. Sweet, sour, bitter, salty, umami, spicy (not a taste per se, but we’re generous): which one do you choose to lose? – The Daily Post
“What was that, Mama?” I asked a question to the old woman who sit on wooden chair next to my bed. She gave me a liquid on a tiny glass. She asked me to drink that liquid. Not much in fact, it’s just 10 ml or less, perhaps. I wasn’t quite sure. But I felt like its taste would bite my tongue for a week or longer at the moment that liquid wet my tongue.
“It will make you feel better, Sweetheart. Go sleep now” She replied while covered me with blue blangket.
“It’s not better to my tongue, Mama”
Daily Post Prompt
We all have strange relationships with punctuation — do you overuse exclamation marks? Do you avoid semicolons like the plague? What type of punctuation could you never live without? Tell us all about your punctuation quirks – The Daily Post
“Will I see you tomorrow?’ She asked me.
“Hm….. I don’t know” I replied.
“Is it goodbye?” I saw tears in her eyes.
“Please….don’t cry. I just can’t see you like this. I beg you. You’re gonna be OK”
“How can’t you see me like this, but you’re going to leave me, and pretending I’m gonna be OK ?” She cried.
Daily Post Prompt
“Where do you produce your best writing — at your desk, on your phone, at a noisy café? Tell us how the environment affects your creativity” – The daily Post
I thought I could only write in a completely silent place and in the night when the world stood still. Yes I mostly produce my (best? I would rather take this word away from this sentence) writing in such environment. But looking back at those writings I’ve been written in this blog then I realize that it doesn’t matter where I write. I could write at the place as noisy as bazaar. I did it by phone when I had to make an immediate report. I could write at my desk in the office. I did it when the idea came up in a sudden and I just didn’t want to lose it.
The important thing is how I can calm my mind in every environment. When I do that, I feel like having my own space away from anyone and anything. I feel like having my own world. Because encouragement to write can happen everytime and everywhere. So be calm and keep writing.
June 28th, 2014
Kutulis puisi rindu untukmu
Pada tanah basah yang bergumul dengan hujan tadi malam
Pada daun hijau yang masih berselimut embun sebening matamu
Pada semilir pagi yang tak pernah bisa mengalahkan lembut belaianmu