I have always heard the calling of the sea. The cool but warm breeze caressing my skin, the salty tang of the wind around me. Yes, I have always heard the calling of the sea. The soft but loud crash of the breaking wave on the white hot sand that encompasses my feet. The overall peacefulness of it all. I could look up to the bright blue sky and breathe in the air that is familiar yet strange at the same time. I could feel the sun touches my face gently, and with my feet buried under the warm sand, I could finally feel contented. At last. At last, I am here, listening to the calling of the sea.
Because love is a gift
As cliche as it may sound
As naive as it may seem
Love is a gift Continue reading “Because”
It is all well and fun until one is torn between two. Two different sides warring against each other. The drums are loud and deafening. The roar harsh and crumpling. Where one’s heart screams for attention and help to flourish, but one’s mind wails about the ailments of life. When one’s heart walks to one direction but the mind chooses the other. What will one’s do? Will one choose the heart that gives happiness and contentment in life, or the mind that guarantees success and stability? It is indeed all fun and well until one is torn between two. Is it the mind or the heart?
A bone may break. With a sickening crack a bone can be broken. And the pain will be unbearable. And the person suffers. But a mind may bend. It bends with a soft almost non-existent energy, but it bends. And once it bends, it will be easier to mend cracked bones than to care for a bent mind. As minds can be tricky. It can be as strong as the strongest steel, but it can wither upon the faintest hints of the winter’s storm. And bones are easily seen and treated, but the trouble of the mind will fester unnoticed until it finally snaps and makes its presence known. But even then, people will not as easily see it as it is. Even though the mind keeps on breaking every day. Bit by bit, until there’s nothing left…
I am walking through a dense forest. I could look up and see the clear blue or the beautiful glints of the stars posing their way through their own lives. I could see clouds forming in different shapes each reminding me of my own. I could hear the chirps and feel the gentle caress of the breeze upon my skin. I could smell the earthy wet soil underneath my feet. I could taste the life itself. I could feel peace blooming inside my weary heart as I look up and close my eyes shut basking in the warm sun that is making its presence known by peeking shyly though the giant leaves. But as I inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale…I open my eyes slowly. And as I look straight ahead, all I can see is nothing. Nothing but greens. And as I stare at the two paths before me, I realized that, even after all the peacefulness that came before, I am still as lost as one is uncertain while the other is unclear.
Mungkin ini salah satu dari sedikit post dalam Bahasa Indonesia yang bisa ditemukan di blog ini. Karena biasanya saya tidak pede menulis dalam Bahasa Indonesia untuk konteks di luar chatting di media sosial. Tapi beberapa hari ini banyak postingan di medsos tentang Indonesia dan banyak juga yang bernada pesimis. Saya jadi ikutan ingin menuangkan sedikit pendapat dan pemikiran. Mungkin akan kelihatan tidak sistematis, tapi saya merasa bahwa khusus post ini haruslah dituliskan dalam Bahasa Indonesia, karena saya juga orang Indonesia.
Life has a cruel way of saying that it was getting tired of listening to my ramblings about how unfair it was. Continue reading “In Your Eyes”
In the midst of swirling mist
I saw a break of colors
In the midst of suffocating darkness
I saw a burst of light Continue reading “Dawn”
The wind beneath
Wide and with pride Continue reading “Flying Butterfly”
A painful scream
Torn from delicate throat
From fragile looking body
Lain weakly on the white-covered bed
Covered in sweat and laced with agony
Written clearly on her face Continue reading “LIFE”