He
kiss me on the forehead day in and out
Take me to places I love
Nurse me during my highest temperature
Eat the terrible meals i prepared
Jam with me my favorite rock songs
He
let me spread my wings
so wide that i need bigger space
So big that it turns into a gap
at the size of you..
YOU!
Someone who did none…
J, Random
“Just because someone does not love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they are not already loving you with everything they have.”
there are times
I forgot who i was
what i have
where i stand
and all i want to do is
keep walking..
walking next to you.
J. Having the wanderlust itch post Luang Prabang.
During the final hours before Sally’s dad passed away, he was hallucinating on seeing a tiger. They gave him some pots to calm him down. When the nuns come over to visit him and pray (He was an Atheist), Sally and her mother explained to them about his hallucination. The nuns then asked them, what color was the tiger? Sally answered them ‘He said it was white’. The nuns then said ‘get ready, its about time..’ Her dad passed away not too long after that..
Note: The white tiger is part of the Buddhist belief as a sign of someone’s going to die.
It’s International Book Week. The rules: Take book nearest to you, turn to page 52, post 5th sentence as your status. Don’t mention the title.
“She was sober and tired and the pavement felt like sponge beneath her feet.”
I never met you, and never will..
But I still have the very perfect picture of you,
The shoulder length curly hair,
The cheek bones,
The smiley eyes,
The brown skin,
How cruel is that I was just given a mere 10 seconds?
And I grew fonder..
And I long for you..
And I’ve already missing…
to the left, to the right, to the front, to the back,
too many movements,
they are not sync,
at times we knocked and bumped into each other,
but we turn and continue..
at times we tripped and fell,
on our knees,worst on our bums,
unnerve and shock, ouch! it hurts of course!
but we get up…
feet aching. heart smiling.
it was drizzling. discussing.
keep on waiting.
and comes the shaman praying.
the sun starts setting.
music playing.
the dancers start stomping.
people lining.
writers entering.
ushers welcoming. host entertaining.
chit-chating. eating. drinking. amusing.
soul fulfilling.
left to right order:
the complete outsider, a balinese currently residing in west java, 4 local balinese girls and i believe they are from ubud as well, and a girl from paris van java but at the point this picture was taken she lives in bali.
pictures credit: Ursula kolecki, UWRF2011, Puri Ubud, Bali.
Ushering your steps in passing through me
acting incognito
avoiding contact
you move into the crowd
As I spare no attention
You stand between the pillars
Observing me with your angsty stare
with that sad corner of your eyes
As I dance my way into the crowd
You move out of it
Again, avoiding contact
You just left your gaze linger
With that sad corner of the eyes
Beaten by the night
I called it off
Make my way to the driveway
you rush your steps on my tail in hesitation
you are too slow
You know what they say ‘Time wait for no men’
Its time to go, I will go on my own
And as I drove away
I grasped a glimpse
of that sad corner of your eyes
Heartbroken much? I know..
but how am I supposed to comprehend
when our only conversation
is through that sad corner of your eyes
Jessie (Into the 7th year having pterygium on her right eyes)
July 2012, DSRA
