The steps aren’t here to stop me.

Photo by Indah Maulida (Author)

I started to dream again
While walking down the metro stairs

I started to dream again
While stumbling behind loafers’ creaks

Consternation isn’t here to stress
Prediction isn’t here to dictate

I started to dream again
Now there is more than one ream to write

I started to dream again
Now there is more than castle in the air

Steps aren’t here to stop me
Strangers aren’t here to bother me

I started to dream again
though last dream sequence was black and white

I started to dream again
and the colored dream will come true.

© 2022 Indah Maulida

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…waits to be opened…

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The window waits
tucked between the curtains
wanting to be opened.

So thoughtful,
it withstands blazing hot
sun and outside whispers.

So sweet,
it lets you see the world
behind closed doors and hearts.

So elegant,
it plays with the wind.
Glass blocks rumors.

So caring,
it sings nature’s lullaby
to quiet nighttime fears.

So soothing,
it offers peace and rest.
Take a deep breath.

So patient,
but eager to show
you hope.

The window waits.
Are you ready
to open up?

© 2022 Indah Maulida

Thank you for reading.

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is too blue to look at

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Water splashing from the pool
The freestyle and butterfly strokes
Flutter kick or playful kick
Swimming for pleasure
Swimming for pressure
The water must leave their home,
I also must leave this blue.

Blue square tiles reflecting the sun
Glossy and garish light
Eye-catching — teary eyes
I should have faced it
But this gleaming blue water
is too much to handle,
too blue to look at.

People on the top of the world
They see blue as only blue
Color of the pool, sea, sky,
or their favorite color
I wish I were them
Gleaming blue water
is only water — splashing out.

© 2022 Indah Maulida

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On the track the train has left the station — they run away

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A very long railway track
It might took forever
The train has left the station
No one knows where it arrives
No option, no choice
— Nothing’s possible.

A very long railway track
Slithering like a giant snake
behind the moving train
It tries to catch the preys
who run away by train
— Running from troubles.

A very long railway track
Twisting like string of words
Causing dizziness
Troubles or people that left behind
They will find the train
— Finding the tail of preys.

© 2022 Indah Maulida

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Paint me with your beauty

Photo by Indah Maulida (Author)

A blushing rose in the sky,
It colors the dusky blue
Splattering the blush
with its invisible brush.

In the sky of blushing rose,
I am a dusky blue
neither dark nor bright
Too scared to paint
and turn night into an art.

A blushing rose sky,
Paint me with your beauty
Pour me with your sympathy
Picture me with your sunset
Protect me with your last light
Instead of falling at the dead of night,
I’ll rise, as a rose of night.

© 2022 Indah Maulida

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Indah Maulida

Indah Maulida

Hi, I’m Indah Maulida. I truly love to write poetry and fiction. I also love to take pictures.