What makes a woman strong? Standing on her own feet With vigorous shoulders and fierce eyes Screaming independence? What makes a woman strong? Giving birth to a beautiful human being In the wake of all her pains and suffering For the whole nine months? What makes a woman strong? Juggling the…

I once knew a beautiful morning, now each morning’s light a later rise — I once knew a beautiful morning When the dews sat heavily on the green leaves The birds tweeting on the twigs I stepped onto the fractured road feeling the chill beneath my soles I inhaled the crisp, refreshing breeze Brushed my cheeks with a gentle touch I long for morning’s glistening, shining, and sparkling. Along the path less traveled by

The beauty of imperfect moments. Reflections on time and memory. — That flashy sign disturbed me. Blue, yellow, and red put me in a spell. I couldn’t help but think that it was a bit too much. Ironically, the name lives out the reality—D’Cost for their costly food. She was a newbie. Petite frame in a white shirt, black trousers, and…

Note to me: We can’t define where greatness begins or ends. We can only strive to become better. — Fun fact about me: Food always gives me a good vibe! Prologue Jakarta has been raining a lot lately. I got stuck during the rain in front of the humble mini-markets near my home several times this week. …

I am a candle burning low, flickering in the night with memories that linger like ghosts. — In the quiet of the night, when the world is still, I stay on my rotten wood chair thinking about life, my mother, you, and us. The wind whispered secrets as it rushed past my ears as we walked side by side in the green land you love to call…

It’s not a place but a feeling… — Love is just effortless And so is the sky Ablaze with hues of gold and red Bidding goodbye to my regular stress I held my head high “What a day!”, I said The sun’s warm embraced me As it melted into the horizon But I miss the one When the ocean soaked my feet The sand tickled my bare skin Where nature’s beauty sings and nods Waves dance in symphony Palm trees reaching high And birds soaring in the sky

I wear my cardigan and hug myself tighter — In the still of the night Silence creeps in like frost Cold February night blows

In days of yore, when tales were spun….. — In days of yore, when tales were spun The sound of a hairpin dropped Rocked the dead silent room Awakened the waves inside me There is an entity with a purpose in warm It has a special place in my heart The vulnerability of writing a poem In the anarchic world And the vigilant…

“The two young men have just got out of prison. The black bags contain their personal effects.” — Hi readers! It’s been some time since I wrote a book review. Why? As an indolent writer, I lost my motivation lol. If you haven’t read my last book review on Where the Forest Meets the Stars, you can read it here ;) Since then I have read six more books including…