The Love Rippled

Don't you wake me from the dream, if this is a dream 

Throne we shall sit, when we celebrate life after scar 

Alone in my sanity more or less drives me crazy 

Drone of the dark life has sunk me too far 

Let me dwell and safe in your arm 

Set me free from the bondage of tangled chain 

Vignette of this might be fragile or blur 

Yet we are survival beneath the pouring rain 

 Note: My first attempt in "Lento form" that made by Lencio Rodrigues

My Sphere

I'm taking a moment with my brain, my memories

Each of period that I've been through

Flashing like bolts, seems like unwillingly to recall

A single blink of my eyes brought me to the world of unknown 

I still see the same sky

I still feel the same breeze

But I stood on a different situations

Bleeding on the journey that I chose

Each foot print be the story, be the history which rusted

Life is just a matter of time

That what those people said

Hanging on the opportunities which achieved

I lean on everything that I could grip

Struggle to stand over pieces of me

Though sometimes sad to be alone, sick and hurt

Isolated by the crowds of my head

I build my own chamber, my own kingdom

Where people cannot see

Where people cannot reach

My Little Moment

Night even more freezing
It defeats me in my yellow hoody
No stars tonight
It's only me and a bunch of French fries

Low lights in shimmer 
I'm sitting next to the window
At the cafe with a glass of Bintang beer in company
Waiting for the sunrise

On the height of thousands feet from my city
I released all my mind density 
As if the clouds took them away
Vanish along with the fog of those mountains

I wish I could stay
But the sunrise won't wait
And the day will force in
My time is only at dawn when the sun is waking up the day

Then I will gone 

Note:
In my little moment at a small cafe in Mount Bromo

Droplets of Heaven (Sonnet #1)

Thy painter of sky smiled from altitudes
The angels flew, danced amid the wet clouds
Coloring mist, dust of beatitude
Heaven's gate roared, the lightning showed its proud

The veil of universe lurks from behind
The shades crawl slow, camouflaged by the dark
Droplets pervade the odor of sweet mind
Like the smell of a wet land, the yearn park

Breezes whistle through the aisles of droplets
Caressing the skin while sky sheds its tears
Gaze to the stunning gloom in violets

The sparks steal some moments, shines with no fears

Flood recede and leaves caught the rest of rain
As my heart fades from melancholy, drained

Indonesian:

Sang Pelukis langit tersenyum dari ketinggian
Para malaikat terbang, menari di tengah awan basah
Mewarnai kabut, debu kebahagiaan
Gerbang Surga meraung, petir menunjukkan bangganya

Selubung semesta mengintai dari belakang
Nuansa merangkak lambat, disamarkan oleh gelap
Tetesan hujan merasuki aroma pikiran manis
Seperti bau tanah basah, taman rindu

Angin bersiul melalui sela-sela tetesan 
Membelai kulit sementara langit mencurahkan air matanya
Menatap kegelapan yang menakjubkan di violet
Percikan mencuri waktu, bersinar tanpa takut

Genangan surut dan daun menangkap sisa hujan
Seperti hati yang memudar dari melankolis, sirna 

We are Imperfect, We are Human

Awake in dark shade
You tried to walk on your call
Fearful dominate

You live unsteady
Well, life lessons full of pain
You tried to survive

You said you cannot
We have a quota of each
God is fair enough

You cry on your pray
Demanding on happiness
See what you have got

We forgot the thanks
We remember the ache
Selfishness of human

Sink in Neurotic Manner

An evil word casually dangling
A lie for a lie that more and more dashed the expectations
When belief and rely are questioned
When the wait became so tiring

When honesty is faint from the circulations of hope 
When a release is a lawful way to step

What happened to the quietness of stage?

What happened to the boisterous voice which echoed in every corner of this head?

What had happened?

What was it?

What are you or am I looking for??

The reflection of an empty soul ...
A lost from the sheath of privacy...
A quest which ended in absence ...
And the absence will be the theme of this story ...

The Angel of Mundane

The lost little Angel fell into the urban slums . 
Walking aimlessly with nothing but her broken wings 
She turned herself into granules of dusts
Intangible as a vagabond and chose to be unseen

Escaped from the world of infinity, she paved her own paradise
Fell and be united with the mundane, she was breaking the dreams
Once the shield was broke, her purity shone from the filthy damn cloak
The hidden sanctity glowed, illuminated those souls who ingested by the slums

She chose the uneasy part of life
Scars were the last witness which sealed her true story
Somehow she relieved 
Somehow it changed her destiny

Tracing every stitches on her flaw wings
Slums and filth open the other side, her humanity
She was meant to be an angel 
An angel among the damned

Risen from the slums, her wings were torn
The shield of a vagabond cracked
She paid the price with mortality instead of her immortality 
To be a human is her last destiny

Passing Through The Darkness

Slicing the instinct 

The arcane was torn, curses spit

Teardrop bated as breath hunts

Wound wide open, the heart cries




The ripple of pain unable to stem

The cimmerian sigh loud and stay

Body falls along with the bridge of hope

Toying life unwillingly to be blamed



The chain of fate convoluted by mistakes

Incised by the foredoom of another story

Shouted a shout inevitable said

Reverses direction and unpredictably impaled



Breath blows the true bitterness

Jaded in each lamentation

Tired of every abnormalities which frequently ensue

Longing for the things which reasonably flows as it should



Life is about to choose

Though destiny had its own script

We have awarded a red carpet, but

Sorry if we still have to walk on the imperfections of life...