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.