Thanks-giving

What's a literature student without leaving her connoisseurs a memorable masterpiece in her blog, hahaha maybe it's too exaggerated. Well, this is one of my works during studying at college. Since, insha Allah next semester I'll take the skripsi issue seriously and leaving my jahiliyah times as a college student, I'll show you what's English Literature major offered you through this poem. Hope you enjoy it yaa :)

What If

By Niken Pranita Putri

‘What’ and ‘If’ are a simply single word.

‘What’ and ‘If’ can distinctly mean odd.

‘What’ and ‘If’ are separately different in their own world.

What if ‘What’ and ‘If’ come into ‘What if’.

What if human beings have wings?

What if human beings can read minds?

What if human beings were born to be holy?

What if human beings can turn back times?

What if human beings stay still in heaven?

What if human beings live only in their own delusion?

What if human beings do not have brain?

What if human beings cannot tolerate peace?

What if human beings have blinded heart?

What if human beings compete for the sake of their vanity?

What if human beings turn into a greedy one?

What if human beings take their minds’ off God?

What if those ‘What if’ enigmas will never be resolved?

Whatchoothink of it? Must be bad, rite? Ahhh what a shame!

Eh by the way, in this post, I literally want to thank all of my loyal readers for always taking times dropping by on my blog. Such an honor to have you all in my life. Here, because I like you all very much, i made this especially for you. Hope you like it :)

Yes, I like you. Stay in my life..

Hmm pray the best for my skripsi next semester yaa. Thanks :)

Much love,

Niken Pranita

Dancing in the Rain

Since I love rain very much, I made this poem to praise her (well, a bit sexist to call it like that but I guess rain is one of a part in mother nature so I bet it's ok to be said so).. Let's call it 'Dancing in the Rain'..

Dancing in the Rain
by me

When the rain comes,

She looks toward her encumbrance.

When the rain comes,

She runs from her only massive circumstance.

When the rain comes,

She closes her eyes and begins to dance.

Lively and slightly, bury her emptiness.

For her,

Each sparkling raindrops are made of bliss.

Each running rain flow overwhelmed her ease.

Each early morning dews are fallen into a release.

Straightly and elegantly, grant her happiness.

holy - days

peering at her sophisticated box
sitting through her will
staring at her reflection
yes, she is
a bird with broken wings
a mermaid with no tail
her poem doesn't have rhymes
her words follow with fallow
yes, she is
trying to be the same of any other youth
forcing to luxuriate the city light
shewing up her double existence
no, she is not
she is a cat with her pride
a rose with its thorns
a woman of her own minor universe
because
her heart doesn't belong to a hurly burly life

it belongs to her mother
from a plate of hopes she whips up
it belongs to her father
from a pocket of longings he burries
it belongs to someone
from a shed of tears he wipes


much love,
Niken

Fourth

All that I can say is just HAPPY!
There is always place to share.
To be spoiled at.
To give in.
To guide.
To help.
To miss.
To care for.
To laugh at.
To love.

and

To be loved.

Happy 4th anniversary dear my sweetheart.
I Love You. Always have. Always will.
Regards


Niken
xoxo