Rings are still on the table The person is not, Waiting for the finger But it's seems not near, Without uniting, Became the cause of departure, Rings are still on table, Moment was not suitable.
I never thought she is the one for me, why do I end like this, every minute, every second, walking in that downtown street. she already noticed me, but unable to commute, this feelings, and longing, eating my inside core. when she walk closer, i never felt the way I feel, when she look me … Continue reading when she walk closer (poem)
I love reading novels. Mostly YA and fantasy or science fiction also some serious novels. As this is my first time on this kind of blog I will only add some novels which you will like them. 6. The mortal instruments The mortal instruments is a young adult fantasy novel series consists of six novels … Continue reading A quick suggestion on novels you should add to your reading list. 😀
the beginning is always surprise, even the ending too, in both edges, in beginning, in ending, choices are harder to make, first step is necessary, to think of ending, maybe there is no limit to it, maybe there is always another beginning after one beginning, but that hard step make the direction, a path towards … Continue reading the beginning (poem)
Sun was already up above window. Is it curtain? Is it somebody? Blocking the lights from falling on her. Sleeping like a fallen flower, Smile on face getting wide with every hour, It is funny he end up near, She knows how much he want her. Wishing to stop the time, Turn it back to … Continue reading Is it somebody? (poem)
Last week I watched MTV's the shannara chronicles. Now it's one of my favourite TV series. It's a story that build up on humans, elves, druids and trolls and others. It is an adaptation of fantasy novels by Terry brooks. Basically the story set in a post apocalyptic earth, where it's divided into four lands. … Continue reading My view on MTV’s the shannara chronicles.
Cold breeze touched her shoulder, Someone there getting away further. Rain falling more than it seems, He stopped, turn around to see. She rushed to him in a quick instance, Time stopped with their close distance. Face had given its submission to age, It is same but hard to knowledge. Tapping of water on bridge … Continue reading to stay. (poem)