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 May 2016 Ayu Prameswari
Onoma
The less the
shape of your
face is impressed
upon an object
of perception,
the more the
immersion in it.
There's perfection
in all we face, it
wears many faces
to see if we revert
to our own.
In a state
of inattention.
 May 2016 Ayu Prameswari
Stephan
.

*If by chance you see this,
and just in case you care
I will always love you,
this to you I swear

And if you come to notice,
please hear me as I say
My loves for you is endless,
forever and a day

As here I keep on writing
in hope that this you view
So you will know my feelings
undying love for you

For there won’t be a moment,
nor any time you see
I will not keep my promise to
love you eternally
I hope you see this.
 May 2016 Ayu Prameswari
ryn
We hang
precariously
by the lies
we present as truth.

Dispensing tainted words
we thought inconsequential.
Ill-conceived notions
we sowed and nurtured.

But now we dangle
by the skin
of our fingers over this cliff...
Desperately clawing
to find purchase...
And gravity is a
mean *****.
 May 2016 Ayu Prameswari
ryn
Every response received.
Every nuance perceived.

Every phrase heard and said.
Every word written and read.

Every thought conceived.
Every emotion bereaved.

Only gets quietly swept under...
Where they moil and fester.

Fought to suppress
I really have tried.
But anxiety has made plans
to have EVERYTHING
AMPLIFIED.
Anxiety attacks debilitate.
 May 2016 Ayu Prameswari
ryn
Axiom
 May 2016 Ayu Prameswari
ryn
Axiom does not lie upon the
plush bed of the words I've said.
It doesn't flourish under influence of the
flowery texts I've written.
Axiom does not fully exist behind the
actions I've deliberately displayed.

It is ingrained within the subtle folds,
inexplicable nuances
and playful innuendos.
It is present in the lull you find in between
fleeting memories and faltering heartbeats.
It is scored into the unlyricised songs,
sung when our breaths do meet.
It's in the unplanned gazes that
stray into nothingness
only to be caught by yours.
It's evident in the void... The silence we've shared
without ever feeling awkward.

Axiom...
Is the fall that you had anticipated
only after having taken the leap.
It's that feeling of not knowing where the bottom is
but yet still certain that you are safe.

Axiom is...
My unseen heart as it beats hard
for none other than you.
 May 2016 Ayu Prameswari
ryn
Popcorn
 May 2016 Ayu Prameswari
ryn
Right now, my mind...
Is the proverbial popcorn machine.

Every little thing that bothers me is
likened to a kernel.
And to make popcorn, you need lots...
Bucketloads of kernels.

Dump them all in the machine.
Let them whirl.
They sit layered on top of each other
undisturbed,
on the hot bed until...
The spindly metal arms begin to rotate...
Whose sole purpose is to agitate.

Buttered with debilitating insecurities.
Sprinkled with irrational fears.
Heated with erratic temperament.

And here come the arms again.
Rotating,
churning,
inciting.

No one knows when the kernels
are going to cave and rupture.

Then...
"Pop!" would go one.
Then another...
And another...
Soon they would all start to explode.
When that happens,
I do too.

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Addendum
•••••••••••••••••••••­•

I love popcorn.
And I don't like to share.
 May 2016 Ayu Prameswari
ryn
Let the poetry...
Write itself....
As the ripe new moon
strums the swaying
silhouettes of the night.

Let the poetry...
Write herself...
With the vast
expanse of obsidian sky.
Pocked subtly with the shy
murmurs of the stars...
Offering solace and peaceful respite.

Let the poetry...*
Write of you...
As the splendour...
Envelopes each unspoken letter.
Embedding words of warmth,
that seize my heart
in a state of enamour...
Before taking its majestic flight.
 May 2016 Ayu Prameswari
Onoma
~Do you suture
the sun to the sea...
or observe as what
set them free?~
There are those seasons
Of the life
That a happening unfolds
When a poets table turns
And
The life in the living
Is
An extended group of
Events
Each one
A profound poetic moment
Shaped of divinity and vibration
Amazing nature keeps calling
Greets and wakes me every morning
Song it sings differs from others
Pleases me with its own druthers
Boosts my spirits with out failing

Keeps changing as per its timing
Gives enough room for my musing
Wonderful things that it triggers
Amazing nature

In seasons, it remains blooming
Though its changing keeps me grooming
Thrilled I shall be when it answers
Adds essence for my new ventures
For ever it keeps me guessing
Amazing nature
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