Muara Jelaga Berbisik

Berkelakar pada jeruji murka
Hening dalam guratan benang-benang ekspresi
Bermuara namun terhisap
Berpindah dimensi namun tak daya berpijak

Guratan nasib terbias dalam langkah
Pudar dalam tujuan namun tak lelah memakan jarak
Seperti melolong dalam spasi kejaran ombak
Seperti melempar perspektif dalam ruang minus lentera

Mengubur yang tak pernah usai
Seperti mengakhiri yang tak pernah dimulai
Berharap waktu memberi celah bagi asa
Untuk menimba hutang dari serakan keping-keping mimpi

Pagar ini masih terkunci
Dan hanya waktu yang menjadi juru kunci
Hingga kelak di hari kududuk manis dan hinggap di seberang
Masih kujajaki jalan beralas dingin dan berpaku duri   

Horns of a Timid Dwarf

I want to stop these fingers
As I want to stop this brain
To be dominated by mind's splinters
Those words which unuttered to be complained

I want to close my ears
As they whispered from my heart to my mind gears
No gate can stop them, wandering like a keen spears
If only numbness could be gained just by glasses of beers

I want flowers, sweets and beauties
To dispel all the anxieties and insecurities
But devil beside me
Replace the angel of my sanity

I am timid
To release my self from the dungeon of rules and ethic
To break my inability and my limit
To be undressed from this gimmick

Butterfly out of cocoon
Counting time from seconds to days
Making my own sun in my very noon
While collecting diamonds in my own ways 

Diversity and Beauty

We, poured into a large bowl called earth
Hatched from differences
Born with stereotypes
Our skins are rainbow of the ground
Those who dark or bright compiled
Hubris of nation they hold on tight
Diversity ought to be unite
Beyond our color or tongue
We do have the same heart
Due in diversity there is beauty



For Beauty and Diversity Contest, sponsored by Poet Destroyer A, www.poetrysoup.com

From The Black Cubical

Here I am, rotting in a place they call bliss
Soaked in an emptiness
To see reality did things as it pleased

Here I am, stroking my messiness
Fettered in additional story
Soaked in an emptiness

My brain is hurricane, but no, it's not about history
As I close my eyes, commotion freeze in yellow dim
Fettered in additional story

This black cubical is the most crowded rim
Claustrophobic fills the cavity in a mysterious way
As I close my eyes, commotion freeze in yellow dim

Words may decay in ages and ended stray
My soul longing for the love that never been full
Claustrophobic fills the cavity in a mysterious way

Shadow wade above the ambiguity whirlpool
My soul longing for the love that never been full
Here I am, rotting in a place they call bliss
To see reality did things as it pleased

Loner Lunar

Once there's a moon

Lived by dangle lights in vacant space

Encircle with no purpose, but created as a boon

Twirl and twirl, lonely on its pace

Collecting stars and herding constellations

Beneath the blank surface they dance together

Catch verses in lyrics, and conceal the lonesome in consolation

The moon makes darkness falls into a splendour to remember

Everything just perfect until dawn has spoken

Little moon has be gone as it down splash another night

Travelling alone, detain not to be broken

Find another place to cheer as it might

Bathed in light, forget of other presence

The moon is not just alone

Planets, fireballs, and satellites tailing behind its luminescence

For moon always facing the side that never shown

Beyond awareness, the moon drown in its shadow

Forget that other sparkles face the same lonesome

They only mumble about how quiet and pitch dark the black meadow

Until they realised their numbers and sum

The moon on throne when the eclipse has arrived

The loneliness fade as crescent smile on its face

Though all the lights are off and deprived

Entire universe feels nothing but grace

Little moon shines even brighter

For all the grace showered it with love and laughter

What's Left

Today I saw another you
Smilling through different angles
Excudes the tranquility in deeper hue
The longing soul alters hatred, which flown by the angels

Who you once were
And how you are now
You, hidden by the cloack of time which spur
And I, static in the mind of flaw, lost or somehow

Bolt of past remained in our skies
Yet, time is not the cause to be blamed
We halted to care, though in guise
You felt nothing to be ashamed

As never happened,
What's left on us, has nothing to be reckoned