Monday 18 March 2013

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.

***



























 

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