We never recognize weeds or any of it’s kind,
While we are fast moving,
Along our busy pathway.
Many things in life,
Passed unnoticed and never looked by us,
As if it does not exist or never happened.
On the contrary, many has concluded,
That the subtleties of weeds and it’s kind,
Gives a nice and beautiful experience,
If we learned to stop and watch the surrounding nuances.
Serenity. Tranquility. Simplicity.
Yet it is a truly complex presence.
[Bromo 2013]
Things could not always be seen,
But still they are there,
Their existence based on knowledge,
That it is there eventhough not seen.
Not everything could be captured by us,
But we still believe it exists.
Believe. Trust.
Live is beautiful.
[Bromo 2013]
Clouds hanging across,
Preserving coldness and serenity,
In the village of the Tengger.
Light bounced on the sands,
Creating winds that whisper,
Sound of the desert ..
[Bromo 2013]
One Motherland,
One Nation,
Guarded by strong and committed persons,
Inspired by the will of the people,
With the same dream,
Talking the same language,
Achieving the same goals,
People of the country.
[Madakaripura, 2013]
The clouds are coming,
This is a new day,
A fresh start for all,
A new chapter opened,
White and comfort,
As the cloud is seen.
[Bromo 2013]
It is early in the morning,
Jeeps racing to the watching point,
People going against the coldness of the morning.
All waiting for a new day to come,
Starting all over again,
A new hope begins.
[Tengger 2013]
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