hotel mulia senayan May’13

One night in Jakarta without setting foot proper in the capital
is a pity, but I was sincerely too sleepy from jet lag
and screwed-up cyclical body rhythms to get up from the comfortable bed.
Here’s to the apparition that is me, that is not quite there in Jakarta.

Hugeass room, just me and one other living thing: the tree.

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had my heart aglow


Memories aren’t created to be tossed aside or fed to the wind.
Most unfortunately whoever created Man didn’t engineer our brains to work as per a shredder does –
feed it in, tear it apart,
then proceed to expel the remnants.

Letting go takes tremendous practice –
a dab of ignorance, a handful of shrugs,
closed eyes, uncountable sighs
and a whole lot of pretense.
Until it doesn’t hurt to think of it anymore.

Till then, perhaps I’ll simply look away.



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’em little things


“People always think that happiness is a faraway thing,” thought Francie,
“something complicated and hard to get.
Yet, what little things can make it up;
a place of shelter when it rains –
a cup of strong hot coffee when you’re blue;
for a man, a cigarette for contentment;
a book to read when you’re alone –
just to be with someone you love.
Those things make happiness.”

― Betty SmithA Tree Grows in Brooklyn