Slice of Longing

This fresh thought came to my mind

when I was drying the carpet under the morning Sun:

there was a slice of longing

slipped hesitantly in the sloppiness of Wednesday--
and I didn't want it

I hit the carpet hoping that the sudden thought
would be blown away together with the dust
in the crispy summer wind;
rather, the dust made me sneeze

I tried to remember the dream I dreamt last night

it was you in my dream, we sat together talking nothing

I shook my head, then shifted my eyes
to a glass of water I put in the terrace--

an effort to forget that dream--

but my eyes caught the light blue table cloth:

the favorite color of yours.



*linked in Poetry Pantry #108

Past and Future Chocolate

I got a sweet little present:
a bar of wonderful chocolate
from a far away friend
a friend I might miss a lot

The chocolate is neither too sweet nor too bitter
it's fair sweet and little bit bitter
it's carved beautifully with a picture
a picture of the past and the future

I wished I could keep it forever
but alas, it will soon expire
have no choice but eat the chocolate
so I could feel it close with the string of my heart

Do you think I'm crazy?
Well, maybe!



*linked in Think Tank Thursday #85 and Poets Rally #62

Today's Wish

________________________


In his eyes, trapped a line of rain
wish this rain would soon stop
and a rainbow rises in them....

_________________________



* Linked in Poetry Pantry # 79.

Thick Longing

pic by Simon Howden

In the darkness of winter
I was wrapped by a thick blanket of longing

while shivering, I began to wonder
if you have the same feeling




*written for Carry on Tuesday #134 and Creative Writing Ink.
Also linked in Poetry Pantry #78

The Lady whom She Hates

The lady whom she hates is that lady you love
the lady who you call the princess of your heart
the princess of beauty and is surely lovely
for she is your very type you love her like loony

The lady whom she envies is that lady you admire
the lady who makes you happy, but often unhappy
because this lady was a princess of a lost kingdom
she is now full of doubts and worries of lonesome loomed

The lady whom she is jealous with is so lucky
for that lady is your main reason to be happy or unhappy
while unlike the lady, she can only wish that you happy
though secretly, she was bitten by a weird jealousy.

*linked in Poetry Pantry #76

The Window

Photo Courtesy: Nia Janiar
(A window in Museum Konperensi Asia-Afrika—Bandung, West Java, Indonesia)

When I look into your eyes

I feel like sitting in a small and dark room

with a small window

Through the window, I see the world outside

From the window, I get a shaft of light
—but it's limited to a square of windowsill

How I wished I sat in a room

with many of windows

To see more, to get more

#written and linked in for: 

  Carry on Tuesday#122, Thursday Think Tank#65, Sunday Scribblings #284, and Poetry Pantry #66

The Rain of Cold Memories

Image courtesy: Creative Writing Ink

In the darkest of rainy night
a street lamp found a girl
standing under a nearby tree—


—the rain of cold memories washed her through and through...




*Note: written for Creative Writing Ink.
Also linked in Poetry Pantry #64 and Thursday Think Tank #67.

The Shapes of Shadow

I've never bothered about a shadow before
if it's darker or shorter or longer
under certain moonlight
or shafts of sunlight

That night when we walked by Mediteranean sea
under the moonlight so round and big it looked little bit eerie
you told me about the shape of shadow in that city:
"Our shadows here look longer than usual, can you see?"

Oh yes, I saw it and I liked it
I like the idea of paying attention to it
ever since, it's kind of my new habit
to scrutinize and compare the shadow we can build

Now, that we're so far away
that talk on shapes of shadow makes me composed
as it will always remind me to that day
when our path had once criscrossed!


*Note:
written for Poets United and Poetry Pantry #60.