I was eagerly waiting for Eid I felt happy looking at the crescent moon Felicity! Felicity! And Felicity! Majestic Eid is the magical festival Beautiful morning! Beautiful noon! Beautiful evening! And Beautiful night! The cosmos has been flooded with festive light!
sensations under a primary sun spread through generations wax drips like sweat on to sweat dripping like rain that clings to our canvas shield the daybreak smiles as it dries the dewed tarps at fuzzy minds that refuse to yield immersed in every moment the field can offer ears catching natter spewed as clatter builds the happy daze that sweeps reality away, anxieties at bay primary sun rises above another day to be blurred into every colour created and yet to exist sigh to witness the mornings mist hung to frame this picture of bliss I try to resist I grasp to the sounds and movements of the night Knowing sleep will separate me Till they are pickled pages of a story I'll half tell amongst the days of this week seeping together let my emotions howl as my feelings digest a jumble of potions and poisons and unfinished sentences I need to rest but now it is the present reality is tearing at the seams dance myself to bed as the day begins
I sit alone, in a circle on the soft green carpet of the world i feel safe my eyes so dry i shield them sun fast fading in the sky my nose crusted rusted shut from the inside i cry the wet salt fills my barren pupils sadness an oasis for my sight to swim through my breath raspy and raw throat sharded with sniffs full of backdrip lungs swollen from heavy tokes on spliff its tugging me back to reality i feel defeated and completed still i want more and endless sesh of happiness a party of all of those i adore my head hits the floor tomorrow my ceiling will not be the sky i will not have drugs to help me fly the hardest part is always goodbye
i hope your shade of small world blues is a nice shade the clouds always seems grey when summer slips away the world beneath mirrors it confidence depleted hearts defeated it all feels synthetic no one sympathetic my serotonin trapped in flashbacks of myself, energetic surrounded by the swish of everyone dazzled up swimming through the same rhythm primary sun holds us all as children bodies of movement glittered with sweat feathered with freedom shedding regrets we form circles shapes and sparkled squiggles we feel eternal suppressed only by giggles we colour skies we paint our skin we dance on highs with solidified grins im only 9 months away i cannot give in
I wrote in 2019 without realising it would be more than 9 months of no festivals
I'm a foreigner at the crossroads what you see from a distance wave hands say hello to you. I've been confused ever since stand alone in the crowd, no one sees me except for a pair of eyes that is lodged in people's heads which I never knew before; and the clouds turn blue but don't hurt flowing right over the head then the birds rise expel the wind who had tossed my long hair. I just stare at them, hope they don't look at me. However, the world suddenly stopped. And my world seems to have a limit to transcend isolation. I'm a foreigner at the crossroads, which has been left behind by old memories, and when the new comrades have become adept at reading signs, and therefore we have bonded like a relationship that we are not really aware of. I'm a foreigner at the crossroads, greet you as a stranger too, but now everyone is busy making their own festival, and don't ask, I make a festival for whom, except for the day when I'm not known anymore.
Indonesia, 30th November 2021 Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho