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by Eleazhar P.
:: Wednesday, November 23, 2011
How Do Morning and Night Come To Us?

In my life, sometimes morning comes painfully along with reality that I need to attend exams, working on homeworks, making friends (which was very hard for me during my childhood), and things that I don't get like TV ads are keep showing to me. But sometimes, it comes that easy, popping up the happiness, and there are many irregular but peaceful heart beats. Well, it felt like the cheap coffee I always drink. I enjoy my morning sometimes.

If morning symbolizes the beginning of our life and days, then how will we see and prepare for the night - the symbol of the end of our life?

I personally love the night more than the morning. Once I start my day in the morning, I already know that I will have ended my day, in the evening. I will have finished most things, I will have met people I love and (maybe) dislike. I already know that I will sleep tonight.

Many times, oh, most of the times, I love the night.
Entah kenapa aku rindu kau...

"Kegelapan hari. Temaram lampu. Naungan mega-mega. Kemegahan air dan hujan."

"Berbeda barat ke timur, berlari angin menuju laut, sepi-sepi terasa dan mengambang di langit, senja ini. Ah, tiba-tiba aku teringat pemakaman di atas bukit saat Bumi pada lantai Maret, berlari mengitari singgasana hari, matahari."

"Kalau kulihat, dan terus kuamati mereka yang meninggalkan kita di sini, kadang aku juga bertanya-tanya, akan seperti apa keberangkatanku kelak, atas cerita dan untuk tujuan apa. Tapi entahlah. Selama aku berdiam di sini, aku akan menanti bus yang menjemputku dengan duduk tenang, dengan menghitung waktu yang pasti akan tiba datang, lalu membawaku pergi."

"On some nights of my life, I wish morning never came."
Photos by: Eleazhar Purba.

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:: Saturday, November 19, 2011
The Hands Are Whispering

You said that everything was not ready. Back then everything was perfectly beautiful.
In me.
In you.

It is that the distance is too close for real, which always make me sad to welcome and prepare for the day I will leave you, or perhaps it will be the day you leave me.

Biasa adanya. Dia yang berbeda.
Dan rindu ini, bagimu, pun berbeda.


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:: Monday, November 14, 2011
Up Above

Weeks of upbeating heart
Days of happier life
Minutes and seconds of uncertainty and enigma
What would I do without you?
I would be keeping to see up above myself
A higher place I've been always dreaming of
A hidden place I've been always wanting to be in

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A row of photos I shot some times ago, and were already posted at my Facebook account.
Enjoy.

"Dan kegelapan mulai terlihat terasa. Dan kita menuju titik terjauh dari matahari, seperti biasa di tiap tahunnya." 

 "Karena di semesta ini, pepohonan di Hutan Kehidupan bertubuhkan dedaunan yang tepi-tepinya menghirup cahaya terang matahari, lalu mengubahnya menjadi air kehidupan yang dialirkan ke inti tanah ini, agar kehidupan tetap berlangsung," ujar Mimitchi. "Maaf, apakah sama dengan panel pembangkit listrik tenaga matahari di duniaku?" ragu anak itu. "Hahaha... Pernah seorang anak sepertimu datang ke Hutan Kehidupan dan melihat hal ini baik. Lalu dia membuatkan di dunia kalian hal yang menyerupai bagaimana pepohonan ini menjadi sumber air kehidupan tanah ini," terang Mimitchi. Lanjutnya, "lihat, hari mulai gelap dan pohon-pohon pilar kehidupan kami ini akan menembakkan cahaya-cahaya kecil semarak dari tubuhnya."

 "Tentang petang. Tentang akhir suatu hari. Tentang malam yang menjemput. Hari ini akan berakhir, segera. Esok, datanglah..." - Missing my little brother (ini posting sogokan biar besok & lusa dipijat gratis lagi, hakhakhak...) & suddenly excited for tomorrow's lunch of special bebek goreng with my long lost brother...

"Lalu bagaimana mungkin dia bisa melanjutkan perjalanan kalau selalu disibukkan hal-hal tidak berguna yang mereka asumsikan tentang kehidupannya? Berasumsi itu mahal lagi fatal. Tidak satupun kebenaran tentangnya yang mereka ketahui. Tidak ada. Hidup ini adalah hidupnya. Bukan hidup mereka." - Penantian di Terminal Pertemuan Perpisahan. Semesta Mimitchi.

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