Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! ..... it’s a summons mantra for your health, your happiness, your pretty pure heart and your growing soul. Every experience and incidents wins your patience, your strength, your power, year by year and reshape you into the best version of Ikha Widhia Safitri until you read this cheap poetry.
Friday, 28 May 2021;
Even with my zombie vibes and very short random talk discussion about “stars” and the atmosphere, im happy to see you two.
I didn’t wish anything for your birthday this time. because I have made my special short mantra above that will always be with you until next year I decided to cast a new one.
“hope i could get closer to all of you” -Marisa habibie-
Zindagi ki piyala itna borha nahi hai ki uski andor me lehron ki mujhme nodia beh sakta hai. Likhen uski andorme ek bindu pani bi nahi itna chota ki isme sagor bon nahi sakta.
Koi yaro achanok milta hai to bolta kitna chota hai ye donia Ye mitti andorme bi kya borha? Khodo to isme kobor bonta hai Liken agor Mawla chahe to ye mitti se bi Adam bon sakta hai.
Somundor to somundar shabnam (dew) bi Subhan Allah! Aaj kaha aj reh ta hai kal ** jata Kal ko kisi ko kiya pa tha Thalu aftab (sunrise) ki canvusme Ankhi dal kor job sham dol jata hai Kisi Ko zulf ke saye me bemalum Kitne ankhi khu ja ta hai Kis andaar goliche chad aa ta hai Kiso ki kiya pa tha hai Liken mera bhi kitna khush naseeb hai Khali hate aakor bi itni kimti herat angaiz (amazing) majlish me ek hishya bhi mila. Mawla karega keyse Aap ka shukrana Alhamdulillah kiyanat ki Rab taarif Aap ka, Aap ka!
A thought on my birthday perhaps applies to everyone.
yesterday my thoughts lost in the pines i heard a rustling of leaves crooned the sunlight sheepishly trespassed between the thick branches and I stepped forward, and I slipped then I stood up seeing the hollow it was left ajar although undeterred, I was afraid of uncertainties thrilling my veins suddenly my body flitted like water roaming in a drainway my mouth spoke an unknown language of pain and ache unfamiliar faces cherished my appearance it was vague, not that dim and they said I was born.
I survived a life-threatening, Coma-inducing & memory-debilating High-speed road accident in May ‘10. I survived COVID12, The SARS-COV12. Now I even survived COVID19. I, howsoever, know what I am. I am a mortal. Perishable.