Captured Moment

I cherish every raindrops which dance upon my face
Occasional piano accompaniment drift along my pace
On the trails which tickles my fifth sense of taste
Millions molecular beam saved every curt memo as a lace
Which knitted through every single wink of my grace
Again, I cherish every raindrops which dance upon my face


Love the moment, love the drizzle 
Love the ambiance which showered in a dazzle

Who Would you Call Me - Questionku

Shriek through verses

Occupied minded
Who would you call me then?

Insane by tone
Live in melodic
Who would you call me then?

Dwell within past
Love raged never end 
Who would you call me then?

Forward looking
Overbold steady
Who would you call me then?

Time challenger
Needy in spirit
Who would you call me then?


Author's Note:
Answer: Poet, Musician, The Heart Broken, The Life Ready, Human

A Road Still Driven

Languished at the end of my cavity
Abandoned in neurotic presumptions
In time disappear without a whisper
The silence humming sore

A solely who lives without a role
A soul bewildered, unstable

The soul which yearn for the color of sky
Souls which howling for a vivid

Occasional rustle awaken by the rhythm of mind
Not much but longitudinally drilled within the sense

It is an art which lasting
Continuously, persistently
Though the monotony unable to kill the instincts of a poet

Even if she wanted to ...

The role of enlighten soul reborn behind the turbulence of the spirit
Once it stood as a strong independence of a privacy
Unable be asleep nor raped
It's still there evaporating my life

This road which still driven
The long journey of a poet
Forget how this start, unsure when it ends
I prefer to drive it along as I live

The Panthom of Delusion

I am the floating pieces within the black hole of the verses
The dark phantom take a side emitted in remaining shadow
Who could stop me from my battle towards to the numbness?

One night the moon hid itself into an echo 
Those, the conceited tribal of the mystic valley compete me in a crime 
The dark phantom take a side emitted in remaining shadow

They hinted a race to steal the pendulum ore of a time
Missing clue about who the hell they were facing
Those, the conceited tribal of the mystic valley compete me in a crime 

I summoned my mainstay tools called the time machine
In all of the sublimity of my narcissism, I flew
Missing clue about who the hell they were facing

Pursuit the tail which left me to the situation which I knew
Sneaking through the darkness, I sprint to the vessel of a good shot
In all of the sublimity of my narcissism, I flew

In every ease of victory named as the beauty of the black spot
Sneaking through the darkness, I sprint to the vessel of a good shot
I am the floating pieces within the black hole of the verses
Who could stop me from my battle towards to the numbness?

Awake on gasp
Drool mapped on pillow
Did my husband aware?

(*scratching head with confusion) 

Life Sabotage

I am the muteness behind naivete
Born as the duplication of despair, flunked
A demented soul
An impaired self of bureaucracy

Jaded at the tip of shadow
Above it stood the gray
Quietly stabbed the main arterial venous of the real life chemistry
Sneaking low to a shallow sac of each personal sense

Like a deadly poison, odorless nor tasteless
The fall gradually buried in faint

Dejected
Lonesome
Lost images, abstained lite
Living as the reality of achromatic which yet spurred

Speaking of the colorless 

Speak to the life with no magic

The life which got sucked by the spell of affliction
Beneath the autism of a blur
Life decayed when the magic got sealed
Illumination shriek within the cavity of its dull voice

Speaking of the somber

Speak to the life with no magic

*Modification of Sketsa Jiwa yang Tersabotase Oleh Sunyi 

The Witnesses of My Life Secrecy

Not for once I kept those rumbles 
Not for once I spilled it through the silence 
In the long way I spoke
Spoke to the vacant air next to my passenger seat

Driving no where upon the limbo
Passing through the droplets rain, I hid my sorrow
Once I locked myself into an argument within the space
With hope the shouts won't be audible beyond the screen

Cliche did fill my stories
But you hid me within the glory and sorrow behind your shield
You are the silent witness which I could lean
No third parties would be in, only the two of us in between

Prayers overshadow our drift
You be the witness in my plead
Nobody's there even see me pray, 
Besides you and my guitar we sank in play

None of living things ever seen
The fragile case of my grim
Only you and the six strings reside in the hidden tide
Only you and the six strings the witnesses of the other side


Author's Note:
Inspired by my car and my guitar as the witnesses behind the story :D

Nyanyian Bijaksana Langit Merah Muda

Hari menutup halamannya di merah muda
Jingga adalah warna yang seharusnya terlukis
Pada dahaga lama aku bernyanyi, gundah

Aku mengakhiri tiap bait peluhku dalam guratan-guratan logis yang statis
Tak lagi aku terkungkung dalam kelabu rongga akal yang berjelaga
Jingga adalah warna yang seharusnya terlukis

Aku tak lagi membatasi ayat-ayatku dalam strata
Dalam imaji aku menggali jauh hasrat yang masih tersirat
Tak lagi aku terkungkung dalam kelabu rongga akal yang berjelaga

Dunia baru membuka jendela hati yang pernah tersekat
Sekali lagi aku mencoba untuk merangkak pada eksistensi sebuah rasa
Dalam imaji aku menggali jauh hasrat yang masih tersirat

Satu kali kemonotonan mengubur jeruji akal dalam rutinitas kehidupan tua
Jeruji akal berdiri bebas sebagai individu bebal yang tak terbantahkan
Sekali lagi aku mencoba untuk merangkak pada eksistensi sebuah rasa

Ego atas nama inspirasi memaksaku menyerah pada keadaan
Jeruji akal berdiri bebas sebagai individu bebal yang tak terbantahkan
Hari menutup halamannya di merah muda
Pada dahaga lama aku bernyanyi, gundah

Note: format puisi "Terzanelle"