Current Residence: bandung
Favourite genre of music: jazz
Favourite style of art: black and white, portrait, warm tones
the journey of the soulThe whispers of lust, the silence of celibacy, the joy of pain.the journey of the soul by rarasekar
O, 'tis no good to reminisce the days of yore!
for thee may never be the same once more.
I shall live by the day.
and thou shalt, for all time, be this way.
The death of agony, the beauty of secrecy, the glistering amour.
Hereafter, I have found the soul I once lost.
sonnet 116Let me not to the marriage of true mindssonnet 116 by rarasekar
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.