1# Greta Ara (Greta Kharisma A)

*acrostic*

GREAT-A (A Blur Vacation)

Growing like the sun

Ripping the time as water bites the rhyme

Echoing word of color

Adjusting a landscape in an unknown frame

To run, to cry , to stop, to smile, to try

Amidst the night star, can dust shine?

*diamante*

ADULT

Careful, Boring

Working, complaining, planning

Responsibility, wisdom, abstract, imagination

Playing, smiling, following

Noisy, cute

CHILDREN

MOTHER

Beautiful, feminine

Nurturing, educating, loving

Kindness, values, leadership, strength

Working, protecting, supervising

Masculine, handsome

FATHER

DEVIL

Stingy, ugly

Destroying, tempting, deceiving

Hell, felony, virtue, heaven

Helping, enlightening, protecting

Beautiful, adorable

ANGLE

NOON

Bright, happy

Guiding, shining, inviting

Sun, blue, black, moon

Misleading, threatening, killing

Dark, groovy

NIGHT

*cinquain*

MUTIA

Talented, incredible

Believing, crying, striving

Mutia is special

Friend

SUN

Mighty, powerful

Shining, destroying, nurturing

A sun is great

Star

POETRY

Mysterious, beautiful

Enchanting, disguising, depicting

A poetry is wonderful

Literature

AJENG

Cheerful, cat-lover

Advising, complaining, smiling

Ajeng is irreplaceable

friend

 

HOME

I call it family,

When the smell of the morning tea knocks my dream,

Waking me up from the indefinite story of memory

And then I will walk to the kitchen,

Grasping the happiness poured by a smile,

Of my mom

To my empty glass of feeling.

I call it family,

When the rain drops dance

Along the long path of life I am taking

It’s an arrogant world of mystery

Full of a thousand figures of imagery

Then splendid words of advice

From father

Come as a shelter

I call it family

When the tranquility is no longer

My best friend

It will be a grumpy book of sounds

And nasty colors of events

start to rebuild

Palaces along the delightful roads of relationship

Between me and my siblings.

I call it family

When I open a lively door of affection

Build of delicate gems of emotion

Happiness, sadness, disappointment, contentment

All gathered in a blending color

Of my family.

***

LATE NIGHT TALE

You told me in a night,

When darkness was as quiet  as the end of  carnival.

About a princess as beautiful as a painting

Which was  hanged on our wall room.

Innocent like a white cloud she was

Growing day by day like a blossoming flower

Beautiful like a princess,

clever like an encyclopedia,

 wise like an old fairy.

People respected her,

Boys adored her,

It was as if the whole world loved her.

then the story went by.

Like the usual tale filled with adventures, joys and cries.

The story ended

In a happy ending.

You told me one night,

When darkness was as quite as the end of a carnival.

About a princess as beautiful as a painting

Which was hanged in our wall room.

And it is raining hard.

The wind and thunders are  composing a love song

Like the story you have told me.

About a princess, love, respect, people, struggle and tragedy.

About an ugly princess loved by no one

About a world full of miseries.

About a savior who never comes.

About a tale of reversal.

If I could tell you,

It is my tale.

 ***

ONE DAY 

Although,

Time will run like spilt milk

Never comes back

Although,

Skin will wrinkle like an apricot,

Bloody bad,

Although

love will grow old like a dying flower

I will always be yours

   

***
WHITE

White,

A little girl of 5 is sweeping the floor 

as her older sister asks her to do so.

 It is actually her sister’s responsibility. 

However, the 15 years old sister 

just ignores her and watches the TV.

White,

A faith that is held, tight. 

No matter how many misleading and deceiving ways are,

 there is only one truthful path. 

The one which will lead to eternity.

White,

Is accepting, never judging. 

Is developing ,never destroying.

 Is loving, never hating. 

Is a care, not an indifference.

White,

 is an absolute combination,

of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet and purple.

When all of the character are blended together

Then everything is beautiful

As white is the point view of you

 

RED
 

Red is when we are walking in a path

Long, untouch

And our feet are burnt,

As the path are made of fire,

Flaming from our anger

Red is when we were walking in a path

Which was supposed to be a merry memory,

Of the first rendezvous, smile, and love

And as long as we walk along the path,

The tired relationship slowly stabbed our feet

Sheeding red days

Red is when we are leaving traces,

Of pain.

***

I MISS YOU

Tick, tick, tick.

It is the heartbeat of the midnight

Which knocks my sanity

kept in the corner of the twelve.

and then the ticking sound will crawl,

approaching the box

where my dreams are laying asleep.

Slowly, surely

 
Tick, tick, tick
It was the song being sung
By the silence of a moment
In a square, in the crowd
When all of sudden my eyes met yours
And it was the ticking sound of
Ours
Only
  

Tick, tick, tick
It was the melody of an almost forgotten twilight
Where we are used to put our feelings
In a so called-box.
And it is the ticking you, coming.
And it is the ticking you, stealing.
And it is the ticking you, leaving.

I MISS YOU

***

A WORLD OF MELODY

 I am living in a world melody,

Morning is a the happy birthday song,

when everything is reborn

new spirit, new start, new beginning.

I am living in a world of melody,

Afternoon is the Pop-Rock music

When activities is reaching to the peak

Tired, hungry but happy

I am living in the world of melody

Evening is the melancholy

When “let’s call it a day” is said

And “goodbye” is set

Then we will be taking different path

I am living in the world of melody

Night is the crickets party

Welcoming the world of the dark mystery

And it is time to flee

And it is time to diminish the rest of me

***

Dreams All the Way

It’s a hot and sunny day

The sun is spreading heat all around

And in the heat we will catch happiness abound

giving warm, to me, you and all

It’s a cold and rainy day

The sky is dropping water

And in the rain will pick chatter

Wetting me you and all

It’s no day

Nor sunny or rainy

Just a black and white prairie

Of  the lonely me

***

A New Beginning

A pair of worn out shoes

Sitting in the sea shore

Then they are walking

 to an unknown town

Goodbye Days.

***