Sebatas Pandangan

Tujuh lewat tengah hari
Dia muncul lagi
Dengan raut dan simpati
Getar-getar terasa di hati

Kata tak sanggup ku tangkap
Rasa tak bisa ku cerna
Diri ini hanya seonggok kain
Kumal, kaku, bisu

Permata itu masih bersinar
Dengan gugus-gugus khayalan manusia
Perlahan memutar
Tirai merah tertutup, tanpa suara

On the way

Perjalanan ini mengajariku
Pencarian itu betapa kerasnya
Keinginan itu betapa kuatnya
Hasrat itu betapa dalamnya

Perjalanan ini menunjukkanku
Jiwa yang berdiri
Warna yang kusut
Sinar yang temaram

Perjalanan ini mengiringi
Kala mentari menerangi
Kala malam melingkupi

Perjalanan ini
Saksikan aku

the styx

dia kembali
mengejapkan mata lagi
walau perih melingkupi
cahaya dan gelap tak berarti

dia kembali
menggerakkan sayap lagi
meski lemah menyusupi
memakan serabut penggerak diri
seakan tak peduli

dia kembali
melangkahkan kaki lagi
dalam hening sunyi
dalam sendiri
dalam sepi

dia kembali

Time to Rest

I don't have much time, it's kinda busy this week. She's sick, so I'll take care of all her needs. Wish her to get better soon. ^^

Nothing to Say

This is sunny day. This place is neverwinter land. Warm light, and cool wind, nice.

White Black, Smiling Eye

Can you see it? I see a light in the eye. And, yeah, it's smiling, the eye is smiling. I feel warm, like someone hug me tightly. This eye, these kinds of eye, I can't resist them. Don't you feel like it give you some courages? And some funs? And also hopes? This eye had given me hope, lots of hopes, in a long time. This eye, sees me when I'm crazy, when I'm happy, when I'm beaten up, when I'm laughing, whenever. This eye too, drops tears in front of me and behind my back, for me, and because me. What do I want to say to it? I don't want to say anything. This eye can see right into my head. It can see trough my mind. I can't do those things tough, but I know what does this eye say. It says, "Don't leave my side, forever."

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"seventh"

yo, coming up the time
so crucial moments wait
hopes lie there
even future lies there too
some days for one eight two five
don't make even one mistake
the price is too high to take
mistake leads the wrong way
wrong way bring disasters, right away

for one nine four five
for one piece of peace

Save My Precious

a woman's crying

in the damn morning

when she just going out

with her son to walk out

suddenly the tears bursting out

it's a normal day

same like another day

but the different is

what happened with his husband

he walked out the warm

went to work the farm

when a hidden man with arm

locked on him without warning

when the wife walked

from the house she wanted

to tell her love "take care dear"

the pain is just unbearable

right on front of her eyes

a bullet from the sniper's arms

goin' straight trough dead

in her husband's head

she cries out loudly

the sound echoes 'till the heaven may

but the cold arm still conscious

locked on her one precious

and the next strike

like a thunder on the day

on her right lies her husband

and on the left her son

that's kind of normal now

everyday lot of people know

that kind of scene happen everywhere

in the place we call it 'Gaza'

A Think for Some Thing

Yesterday, January 21, I had a very bad mood due to my overflowing job and the deadline. I was stress and crazy. I wondered -my devil mind- if spraying some of my red liquid will make me better. Then this little devil said "Drink a hot chocolate will help you get better. Even a chocomilk or any chocolate things will do." And I went home from my office with a thought "I'll buy some chocolate."

I arrived at home -it's actually a rent house and i rent one room here- without any passion. Just like a looser who pray not to get embarassed too much. My head was heavy, and my eyes didn't see so clearly. I smelled smoke. Yes, smoke. I couldn't stay inside so I went out to my favorite minimarket to get some chocolate drink or may be chocomilk.

I didn't get any of them. I just bought randomly with chocolate stuff, back home, and ate them. Picture above were those things I bought. Some had eaten, and some were waiting. I guess I got better after that. As proof, I post this article this morning.

If I sprayed some red liquid (I wonder if she or she will copy my move or recommend other person to do same thing), I didn't know what possibly happened. Thanks to her and this devil, I get better without any wound. So, who'd like me to buy you some chocolate?

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"tanya"

wahai jiwa
jika datang beku
dan hitam menghampiri
sanggupkah genggamku menahan
tanpa pernah melepas
meski hanya sekejap

wahai jiwa
bila dia pergi
akankah ada kembali
seperti dahulu
yang selalu memberi
tanpa pernah berhenti

wahai jiwa
andai aku akan pergi
andai aku tak bertahan
akankah kau mencampakkan
ataukah mempertahankan

wahai jiwa
'ku bukan cahaya
'ku bukan malam
'ku bukan warna
'ku bukan kelam
hanyalah sebuah bisu
dalam beku

Turning Point..?

I'm turning nineteen. Yep, nineteen. Soon will come twenty, then twenty one, thirty, fifty. How long will I stay life? God has own rule, so I guess it doesn't matter anymore. The matter is, how is my life going to be. I get older and older every time. I have to grow, I have to change. But, how should I change? How should I grow up? What'll happen if I can't? These questions are haunting my mind. I take off my glasses and put in below the lamp. A glimpse of light is mirroring on the glass. What is this? Should I just do it like this? See through the glasses and see the destiny like a bright light? My life ain't going to be easy, but I hope it won't become too hard. Just go on, flow like a stream of water, like a stream of wind.

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"bila"

masihkah ada

setitik jiwa

diantara serpihan bara

bilakah ada

seucap kata

yang sejukkan rasa

bila itu ku 'kan dapatkan

jika itu ku 'kan temukan

segalanya 'kan kuberikan 

Flow as Water

A mirror image from water. A little mirror image of a building. An image of blue sky. And the floor beneath the surface. The water, is it looks deep, or shallow? Sometimes deep water looks shallow, and shallow one looks deep. Sometimes we look at other person and say "They have a wonderful life." Do we really know how are their life like?

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"mereka yg di perbatasan"

merah
dengan nadinya
putih
dengan kainnya
kuning
dengan sukanya
hitam
dengan keringnya
lebur

Selamat Datang

Tahun baru 2009. Terimakasih atas kesempatan untuk membuat blog ini. Terima kasih atas inspirasi untuk membuat blog ini. Sebuah blog yang tidak terobsesi. Sebuah blog yang hanya berisi pemikiran. Sebuah blog, yang bercerita tentang sudut pandang penulisnya.