Black Note

Thought that I would be alone

Up in the skyline

Thought that I would be lost 

Drown by the sea

Together we're holding hands

Gripping one another within the tidal waves

Our time has stopped

Fate has spoken

Laughters, curiosities, plans and goals

Reunions, hopes and loves

Blur within the haze

Abandoned in tragedy

Landed to the new dimension

Ushered by the prayers

Don't cry, love... Just don't...

We are walking to the land of Lord

Keep strong my love... With faith...

We still can see the same moon that we used to see

As if we stand on the same base

Though we are seperate in a distinct room

Deep condolence for the victims of plane crash Air Asia qz 8501 may they rest in peace. 

Mrs. Time Traveler and Mr. Time Capsule

Submerge into the ocean of an unforgettable history

Love remained as a time capsule

Drown into depth, someone has evoked the same memory



Being alive is being a fool

For an umpteenth time she stumbled

Love remained as a time capsule 



Falling for the unfinished story which yet crumbled

She creates a remedy to cure her cracks 

For an umpteenth time she stumbled



Mrs. Time traveler forget about what she has

A happy whole family still not enough

She creates a remedy to cure her cracks



A distinct language uttered with whole heart and love

She was out loud, but none for what hers

A happy whole family still not enough



She intoxicated by her own universe

She was out loud, but none for what hers

Submerge into the ocean of an unforgettable history

Drown into depth, someone has evoked the same memory

The Missing Torch

Stepping out from the burrow

Scratching the hidden persuasion

The soul which has long groaned in solitude

Will it be re-confined to the misery?

One who awakens by the brittleness of elegy

Eroded by the existence of sinless soul

For a moment it became oblivious to time

For a moment it elapsed in whispers

Struggled within the beauty of madness

This soul seems like lost in its way

Drown in the scenes of life

Asleep in the dungeon of resignation

Helpless...

In the starless night

The soul summoned on a journey of trust

Riding on the wings of my bare thoughts

And flown to the light of my poetic side

Longing for my discreet passion 

The immortal torch ignite

Caressing the tail of my frozen muse

Melt the nectars of the ripe words

Which now, sated

The Late Night Moral Owl

Supposed that life is not a limitation

Supposed that it stands, strips each and every casement of the mysteries

Penetrate the time limits

Penetrate the gray shutter

An illegible wilderness 

A term that created to never stop

Each individual is like running but does not stepping

Is like carried away into the mainstream of nowhere

Restrictions unstoppable 

Once in a while we confined and defined

You feel like understand, but more over in guessing

You were trapped in a perception of your virtual world

The elapsed labyrinth was the history by you

Created over the ideas and shapes of you

Say that you've been created by the basis of world's presumptions 

Will it be better than stripped by the dimension of infinite freedom?

“If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is - infinite.”

-William Blake

Sound of Color Within the Gray Monsoon

When you hear the sound of rain

And hear the clink of its fall

The sounds dye a tone through the beautiful strings that trembled

Instantly you know you're hearing the blue

The rhythm of a sweet love song

Entitled as "The Days of Wine and Roses"

Voicing a soft pink color

In the gray afternoon drizzle

A journey that accompanies deserted steps

Which sounds like a pale purple

Did not stain the rainbow which surrounds

You still walk in a steady jazz beat 

Orange drown your fatigue

And plays the song of blues to soothe your day

Like the twilight which kept sink in horizon

You sink deeper in the beauty fusion of abstract 

Color and tone plays a role in time

Fill out the white sheet on each life

And a new day will start soon

Sound of color play the music along the monsoon

Eternal Breath

See the chuckles of your children something has missing

The silent day that we used to have

The last cry that I ever spilled

Never know what brings me to these days

I don't have any clue nor any sense

Of the day when you tired of living

Your destiny seems like to be haywire

You rested on a beautiful thistly desire

Nighty night the moon sent its lambency

As your eternal breath continued your journey

Back to the nursery room through the gloom

See the babies asleep on your silent creep

In a second of gasp you're gone

I've been torn down by the barrier of my sanity

No tears that I abled to drop

For crowds already bathed you with their melancholy 

I still see you amid the empty space

I still sense you among all of us

Throw some jokes about sweet bitter of life

Your eternal breath continued in our times

The Undead Story

Numb in this wrecked skin

My eyes still working hard in its blurred sight

Walked limply with no direction

Pursuit the hope of a lost life

This town is full of dead dreams

People dive in patterns of camouflaged sin

Those are black bloods which stained 

As well as my existance which is faint

Dried roses fallen

Shattered as a carpet

My brain didn't work

But this bloody veins pushed me too hard

I fail to recall yesterday

As I fail to hope for tomorrow

This is the eternal thirst 

No water can satisfy this

I see somebody in that mirror

Not in a good shape nor in a good look

I tried to see it even closer

But the reflection keeps bumping at me

With amazement face, it stares back at me

I continue my walk in this messed street

I don't have any idea how it starts

I don't have any idea when it ends

I live for today, I live along with the step I take