Mother… lo thy children

Scattered within vast ocean

Swayed by the tears of sadness

Lament trapped cradle of sins

Mother… we cried out to You

Reaching Thou so far away

Clad in a light and flawless

Embrace us, the cold souls, Mother…

Prolonged tortured within ruthless living

That blind by lust without loving

We longed Thou sacred promptings

That floated within the prays singing

Mother… comes in our nothingness

Persuade us, thy children

the innocent, to get to You

Clad in a light and flawless



“To an epiphany … or perhaps this is a misguided?
Let the answer not be revealed …”

Now I would able to appreciate a meeting and make sense of every parting. What about remorse? Apparently it’s only condiment for triggering an anxiety.

Now I’m teasing by the pleasure of the breath, and the passion of a beats. I am so missed the embers that now grow dimmer. Ah … life … I wish I could more appreciative every moment that is destined at me.

It should be a smile when a baby is born, the baby was not crying but smiling back because they are so happy to see the world. Then when there are tears when the bodies cold down leave the life, the soul can not be happy because the people had grieved for them. Why the opposite is always existed side by side?
Let the answer not be revealed …

Today in my plasma body, I noticed those black dresses …. “Mom, Dad, do not cry … … because there must be the guilt that binds these silky skin. To my sisters, now it is your duties to make our parents happy, because I got so many limitations for you to touch and see. But I’m sure you could always feel my presence. I will always live in your memories, right?”

Please do not ruin my happiness, because I see my old friends also come. I am so happy to see them after long time had never meet, though unfortunately I should enjoy that bitter smiles. “Never mind, my friends, I was so lucky to have you in my life, friends who always reaching out for me when I desperate and fall down.”

Then my feet drifting embrace a figure. My beloved …. the person whom I hated at the same time I loved most … “How are you?” I whisper in the silence. Yet I feel only the suppressed heavy breathing from him. “I do not really care with your feelings now, since I feel that love again in these void bodies, sense that have long been missed had returned even though the heart no longer beating. Is there other things more blissful when these emptiness re-filled? Hihihi …. He was so funny!” And then I kissed his forehead softly.

Later, I see the coffin with the lanterns on each side. Ah… Is that light of my life? So frail…
Then I reminded of my day that flared. Then myself …. Somehow I was so scented? Well … apparently I already showered and bandaged fragrant scent of incense. I never knew how beautiful my body was. Yet every day I used the mirror, then smiled bitterly. The things that always forgotten is how to be grateful about how do we look.

And one thing that made me let go the body that suddenly faint just as I should open my eyes and breathe in the morn, it is when I see a smile…From that cold and rigid soul. Am I sleep? No, I’m dead!

Dead?! Is that true? there is no such thing as death! One thing I want you to know that I never died … I am just changing form … within the wind, in water, the ground, dust and sunshine. Can you believe it? Otherwise, when you take shelter in a tree, then the winds blowing and the leaves tremble, be assured that moment I greets you ….

Thursday Tales #69
picture on the prompt


Life is a punishment, Is that true?

Settled nine months in the womb,

Awaits the prison gates open

Which baby could laugh when they were born?

They moaned and wept,

what blemishes that tarnish the purity of the live?

Mother’s eyes teary, whispering faintly

“the devil will not make you guilty”

Father looks after, ’till ready to against the cruel of the world

Their wills:

“Love is misery, if treated with insincerity

The success is painful, if lulled by praises

Be true will not be listened,

Because all choose false bliss

Drowning and trapped in the cycle of life and death

Feel the joy, sorrow, anguish in this deep dark abyss

Isn’t  it tormented?

Let’s survive, my dear child

Until the light truly take us

Surrounding countless sin

Melted with the fiery

Deserve the Eden and buried


You will find emptiness
Yet hollow contains million lives
Sigh … every sense colorless,
Grey warm and lifeless engraved
This is not the fall!
But the dusk seemed to traverse
Dry leaves falling slowly
Then time seems stop turning
Why everything have no answers?
When spring comes too early
in the breeze of December wind
Every expectation and dream
souled beg “I want to sail into your skin”
Only prayers that make him closer
From a distance that never reach
So let all things have no answers
Because they only want pervaded,
in recesses of the heart
Which leads every lover towards eternity

Confession of Dried Petals

The sleeping buds,
Blossomed as the beetles come
Softly kissed
Reddish flourish!

Belle while be loved
Withered when another glanced
Discarded then the petals fall
Flowers were shriveled after all

Note: This poem told the story about a lady who was approached by a man but with the intention and purpose, after the man get what he wants, her innocence and virginity,then the girl left behind ….

A Hill With No Name

Daze and gasping walks on the path
Led by the faint prayers, and songs goodbye
Wooed memories and farewell tears
They said “morning, do not leave!”
But he never turn away
Ignore the thread that binds compassion and loss
Brushed aside sheath of love and dreams that always false
“The world is filled with joy but empty
But the emptiness is the one that keep all lasting bliss”
He heard a whisper from crevices of rattle weeds
Then he followed the dim light of fireflies
Fear of stray and decay within indefinitely stairway
He want to return and come home
Leave wandering life that just a sojourn
He go back home,
Where there are only mist and warmth
Sage of the ancestral throne
That blend within ember yet painless
When he found what he was dreamed of
Somewhere imponderables by even holiest humans
He glued and tears
Melt within eternal abyss

this poem inspired by song Namonaki Oka (Yoshida Kyoudai)


Moist dark … … the brittle crack wind  from the window wrenched her pale and frozen skin… The smell of rot and a swollen wet dust dominates the room,until her breath became heavy and congested. For a long time her eyes staring, with blackened eyelids and dark iris.  And the fact there is absolutely no color in that room. Only dried chrysanthemum flowers that awarded by the loved ones six months ago, and the rest just a gray wall that has been peeled wistfully. She looked frail lying on that hard mattress, with traces smile full of hope … The hope … That was a fool she had believed in the pink tinge, which is now became parasite.

She sighed in silence as she wailed. Once, behind that dusty window, many friends and companions wept and stared at her sadly. And she could only smirk with sarcastic thoughts. Her hearts completely frozen, unable to feel the warmth of sincerity. Once her eyes are always full of hope and all she wanted was the beloved one…
She had long awaited, but the man never came. Only dried chrysanthemum, which always made she remember the memories. Sweet indeed, but more and more remember it, her chest felt more pain and tight, she afraid it was all a dream and will never become a reality. There is no possibility to cry because the water has flushed from her eyes that full of rust, hoping it could happen again.

In the silence, now she heard the faint sound of prayer.
“so sorry …. I hope the man came to visit her, so she could recover”
Thank you … only that word could whisper into silence, but rather she was little disappointed. Why anyone did not pray her to be free from suffering?

Suddenly, beside her bed a little sad girl sat hugging her own body. Her left hand held the marionette doll that worn black dresses as the girl’s wear. And without expected, the girl sobbed with tormenting sounds that disturb her composure. Indeed now she was alone in the room, but that does not mean she hates her solitude, she would not require the presence of others at this time. Then, the little girl holding her limp and stiff hands, grinning with teeth that looked black and rare.

Sis… Let’s play! “said the girl huskily
Is that a kind of joke? Even breath it still required effort. Deep inside of her heart, she wanted to be free from this tragedy, then could run away again, inhaling the fresh air and feel the warmth of the sun burned her skin.

“I’m lonely …” the girl said again.
Did the girl can’t see that she is also really lonely right now? Her chest was so sore when she knew the people she trusted leaving one by one as if they were already tired of grieving for her. Then where the only one she loved? The man never came … just that dried chrysanthemum flower … But her heart remained steadfast in the hope that man will come and kiss her forehead gently, before she could sleep in peace.

“Hm … he’s happy with the others.” The girl grumbled
This is the most painful thing she had heard. She smiled bitterly, because she had long been known about it. But her heart still denied, and stupidly she always believed that even though a little, there are still part of his heart that love her. However he always made her upset and heartbroken, but she could always forgive him.

“Life is really boring!” This time the girl yawned with little teary eyes.
The little girl was right! She thought about how disgusting ordeal she experienced in this life. The moments of how the heart beats soiled by the fire of jealousy. Time when she was confused to choose painful arsenic or suffocating cyanide. And then he decided to feel both of it that caused his heart feel on fire and explode.

“Hihihihihihihihi.” The little girl laughed and grinning.
So funny, that she regretted what she had done. She laughed softly, as she aware that it was a stupid joke or a foolishness which is more funny than a joke. Life is full of jokes, even about this situation, she could imagine the laughter of the person she loved it with the others…

“So, come with me Sis! Let’s play!”
This time she agreed … wherever, the life is full of games, otherwise it would be very boring. She was tired of hearing the prayers that there is absolutely no point in it anymore. She was tired waiting for someone whom she hoped would be the most beautiful memories until the last moment as now. The void has been covering the entire cavity in the body and soul. No tears or last words to be remembered, she did not like leaving anything! Then she felt fine threads binding her fingers and all joints. She could move her arm back … but not on her own… she could run, but not as she wished. This time she was not a wrinkle pale face and full of grief again that lied frailly in the bed. In fact she had left the skin that always been became a regret. But this time she felt light and free! Free?! That’s sound have little possibility. Because the threads have been tied together on her just like that marionette puppet. But it would not mind, because now she is feel better!

Well … now we can play Sis! hihihihi” the girl said excitedly
“Who are you? And what are we playing? ” She said for the first time
“Of course I’m your guardian … and we’re going to play with fate …”


Thursday Tales‘s 67th prompt , picture by Anne Frank.

Note: would love to know if there any grammatical mistake, since I ignore that in writing this story 🙂

Love Present Just Along The Road

If love is like a porcupine who willingly abort her thorns
Do the beloved willing to be shield for the weak one?
If love was like a lamb cuddling to the wolf,
Do beloved wouldn’t make her into the bones?
And if love makes flowers withered, as bug sucking out her cider
Do beloved dedicate freshness that always pledged?
Who could answer?
Should I ask
Romeo and Juliet that born from Shakespeare’s fantasy
Or Tristan and Isolde that happy in a parting irony?
How to get love by sincere, with a simple sacrifice?
As a bird who devotedly follow the wind..
As the leaves expecting a twig though dropped..
As char that resigned to be dust, devoured smoldering flames!
But the love of the beloved, not as a fairy tale
That lived happily ever after,
Why the meaning of love not astonishing as the old poets acclamation?
That continues and revolve in reincarnation
Love present just along the road
As sugar cane that use and throw
Cause the hurt that never stop to grow


Our blood is red

Flows over artery

Our breath blows

Through the same cavity

We stand on equal ground

Shelter under the same sky

See the beauty,

Or feel the cruelty

Apparently we’re foreigners

But I was you

The same beings

That bound in friendship,

brotherhood, romance,

husband and wife, infidelity,

enmity, that meeting and parting …

I was you

Tied up in mutual thread of life

Although we are different colors,

Sprayed from diverse womb