At the Station

by | Mar 10, 2020 | Not A Chicklit

for saraswita laksmi By Komang Ira Puspitaningsih In the falling rain, the station is covered by fog. Fifteen minutes have passed since your scheduled arrival A handful of memories I await, in your suitcase and knapsack   Is this rain able to shoulder again the...

Downstream, my Prayers become the Girl of my Dreams

by | Mar 10, 2020 | Not A Chicklit

By Komang Ira Puspitaningsih   1   God is the words spoken by prophets   It is for that reason through prayer and mantras I explore my woman   A girl in dream’s silence a dancer in the rain at the river’s end Your fingers tremble when scaling the...

In My Poems

by | Mar 10, 2020 | Not A Chicklit

By Komang Ira Puspitaningsih In my poems are silent fireflies, pretty dolls, and innocent girls whose fluttering skirts display butterflies with colors of orange, blue, purple, and pink. A smile appears on the lips of the lad who waits for rain in the night. The steps...

Nameless Streets

by | Mar 10, 2020 | Not A Chicklit

for aditya karna By Komang Ira Puspitaningsih With all the small and nameless streets I never remember             where your house is: down that lane across the road or in front of where I now am   But I can still hear three balladeers singing             a...