A Life of Esti Tanaem

Today and forever  I will remember you As my guilty pleasure  For the blooming flower In my heart  That shouldn’t happened  By you. Today and forever  I will create my own heaven  Where only positive energy allowed  No longer waiting  Pay no attention  To any other versions of it. Today and forever I will live at the moment Appreciate every little thing  Like the way I cherish The stages of a blooming flower Which always in perfect time. Esti Tanaem Soe, December 2018 and January 2019

Bercerita saja sama tembok. Diam tapi setidaknya ada. Tertawa saja sama angin. Tak nampak tapi terasa keberadaannya. Menangis saja bersama air. Terkadang dingin tapi air matamu dibawanya pergi. Berdiam saja bersama sunyi. Sepi tapi tidak meninggalkanmu hingga kau ingin. Berlari saja sama bayangan. Sejauh apapun akan selalu didekatmu. Kehadiran tidak bisa diganti. Tapi jarak bisa diakali, bukan? Esti Tanaem Yogyakarta, 28 Agustus 2014

Dia dan mereka Benang merah diantara Tidak dapat putus Oleh apa saja Dia dan mereka Bertemu dikala tertentu Berawal dengan suka Lalu meluap entah kemana Dia dan mereka Bercengkrama Tertawa Menyakiti Dia dan mereka Disakiti dengan sadar Menyakiti tanpa sadar Batasan berdiri kokoh menghalang kesadaran Dia dan mereka Dia tertawa Mereka tertawa Tiada sadar dia tersakiti Dia dan mereka Dia bertanya-tanya Entah kenapa harus ada pertemuan Jika selalu sakit Dia dan mereka Benang merah menghubungkan Sangat erat Tapi ada batasan Dia dan mereka Mereka menertawakan Dia menahan pilu Benang merah tak dapat diputus Batasan mengokohkan tawa Esti Tanaem Yogyakarta, 13 Juli 2014

Today, my cousin sets a very touching poem written by an African child as a Display Picture on BlackBerry Messenger. This poem was nominated for the best poem of 2005. I used to pay no attention to poem since I often hard to understand it but this one really attract me. It is a simple yet meaningful poem. Here is it. Colored When I born, I Black When I grow up, I Black When I go in sun, I Black When I scared, I Black When I sick, I Black And when I die, I still Black And you White fellows, When you born, you Pink When you grow up, you White When you go in sun, you Red When you cold, you Blue When you scared, you Yellow When you sick, you Green And when you die, you Grey And you calling me Colored? The child who writes this poem want to tell us about his/her feeling about how it feels to have black skin. People with white skin usually put a negative value to them with black skin. I think, the color of skin really doesn’t matter. S...

I spent my hi-school life as a person who loved to take courses and one of two courses I took was English Course which brought me to be one of teacher favorite student in my class J One day, the teacher of that English Course gave us an assignment about making a poem. Then I wrote a love poem, my first love poem for my first love and for the first one who hurt me and hope he’ll be the last: HURT I love you more than word You are my everything in the world I always think of you when I work Think of you when I do everything coz you are worth             You are my lovely boy that I want to meet             You are my soul mate that I miss             You are my breath that I need             In your warm embrace forever is my wish I love you from ...