Love: I Start 'It' Wrong

It was like 'something odd' touched ur heart, so warmth.

Closin' ur eyes enjoyin' how 'it' was huggin' ur heart comfortably.

U 're doubt to open urs worryin' 'it' disappear.

Yet 'it' was still there, when u 're finally opening urs, then.

Smile, and more smiles, it was like 'something strange' ticklin' u, no stop, bein' completely mad.

It was like a heavenly airplane fly u above where u live.

It was like havin' colorful balloons when u 're a little child, staring 'em adorin'.

As if nature sold everything they have for ur happiness.

And all along u believed everything went perfectly as u wish.

Flyin', flyin' high, higher, and higher, u didn't realize Thor closed to u holdin' his Hammer.

Disaster came, a little bird was greeted by storm and lightning in the bright day.  

That was what happened 'cause ur love would break the law, they said, they said.

To end ur love was the only absolute way they offered, they offered. 

Stood still, amazed, tears started whisperin', every single thing was gone.

Not a thing was left.

It was like ur first step was ur finish line of life.

Still hopin' u 're in nightmare, and would wake up soon. 

Unfortunately, It was an immortal nightmare. And nature gave u a tragic smile.

Beggin' ur love came back with ur twisted tongue.

Till fatigue came on ur close-less eyes and ur homeless.

And finally bein' addicted of the sadness.

Beautiful Life: Delightful Struggling

When the world dissolves into nothingness, ‘n I still so young, like a sparrow harassed by a storm, yet still fightin’ back.

Yes, fightin’ back. ‘Cause the only I have is fire, fire of desire, only the desire to fight. Nothin’ more.

Be the one who doesn’t wanna make peace with my own fate.

Be someone from nothin’ become an outstandin’ .

Dive down to the bottom of every ocean of problems.

Dare to dream a beauty that I'm not sure it exists.

Dare to try, though there is no guarantee I will succeed.

Learn to dare, as well as darin’ to learn.

Not afraid of somethin’ whose truth ‘n real are so uncertain.

Not embarrased of bein’ in error or doin’somethin’incorrectly. Errors and mistakes will consolidate the truth.

The older becomes, the more complex life confronts, so with more courageous to face it.

Sometimes, the hardest tings come from the unofficial prosecutor of life, mankind. They create a new  law of their own. ‘Cause each moves in different passions. They’re born  out of unfulfillin’ reality ‘n of differing images of themselves, of what they wanted to become.

Believe God, the only official prosecutor of life, will not be still. Will let me be free with my own life dancin'.

My only own fave space: Bein' solitude in the sacred night

Bed room. Yes, this room is a private space. U urself is the only owner of the key of this personal room. U urself the one who be able to open this heavenly universe.

Silent night. I do adore these words. When all bodies are lyin' down on vessels of dreams left by the souls, I am still awake, pinnin' back my ears to the earth's steady breathin'. 

Solitude is the next loving word. Common folk says that solitude is such havin' no one and nowhere like walking in blindness. For me, in solitude Lord with me in the form of musical sounds of nature. They are singin' in a perfect symphony. I have no bounds in my room, my adventure playground. By closin' the eyes, I'll see sky as my room's ceilin'. Let my imaginations jump out of my head, runnin' about all night long. When they get tired and back into my head, time and again, in the very early dawn, it is a command to really close my eyes. It is turn to my soul picked by butterflies voyagin' to a distant dreamland leave me in sleepin' beauty, waitin' a kiss of the knight of sun-shine to wake me up.