Saturday, 6 May 2017

Orphan Place

Now i know what it feels like to be an orphan
How it feels like to be confused within sore heart

Between two who say right
I'm lost in a family with faith which is lacked

A fight between two brothers of mine
I'm living in country of orphans

Where war keeping scores to take more causalities
Of the idea of how God and religion taught me peace

And i can't do nothing
To prove the evidence when my parents taught me to love your enemy
And I almost forgot what they have told me exactly

What i remember most
That love is above all
Yet you keep protest my faith and threaten my stepbrothers

My darling all moslem,
we can't ask what is blur to our parent anymore
We can't asked Muhammad to clear our dirty sight

Dear parents, we miss you to tell us the bedtime stories of peace of humankind
Dear parents, we miss how you defend us from all devilish promise
Dear parents, we miss you to turn on light and told that everything will be alright

Monday, 24 April 2017

Negara dan Agama

siapa yang tidak kecewa
ketika jiwa jadi saksi sejarah
negara jadi korban retorika aroganisme aggota agama
mencemari nama Tuhanku di muka dunia

siapa yang tidak kecewa
ketika rongga keadilan merekah
kemudian diancam pertumpahan darah

Ekstrimis fundamentalis
Berkata atas nama ayat suci
seharusnya mustahil agama mengacau perdamaian
Lalu mengapa seorang habib diagungkan?

Seorang manusia dengan jiwa iblis
Lebih dipilih ketimbang malaikat berparas anjing

Siapa yang tidak kecewa
Saat kebaikan disabotase setan

Monday, 20 March 2017

Lady of Eden

mama never asked me to be a billionaire
nor a president nor an astronaut or to be an engineer
She only asked me to finish my study so i cloud be anyone i pleased

She never asked me to build her a new fancy house to live in
She said to the rest of her life the house she fought for to build with her husband is more than just perfect

She calls me when i far away
And take the consequences to be alone day after day to see me graduate
And by knowing here i'am well and have a good life,
Her loneliness doesn't match to her happiness

And every time i asked what she was doing
She answered that she was watching television

She never buy some cloths, shoes or bags like she used to when she was younger
When papa could buy her some pair of those pretty things she likes

After papa's gone, She never put on make up ever since not even a lipstick
she said...
"Who would see me, if it's not your father?"

Why don't you just ask me something?
because i'd love to give you everything

I would like to be anything you want
I would build you fancy house with thousands of flowers around
I want to see you having a great holiday not just watching television
I want you to wear expensive branded clothes, shoes and bags, because you are still beautiful

Maybe you thought that someday i will marry a man and become someone's wife
Left you behind taking care of my own family
but if you just know what is my heart desire
I will forever want to be your daughter


Sunday, 19 March 2017

Caterpillar

I heard caterpillar decides to begin her metamorphic phase when she could not bears tears any longer
That time she would wraps herself thread by thread to commit suicide
Dies in her own isolation, she makes a cocoon

To be not noticed, the silence she tried
Yet if your ears good enough, you would hear she cried
Every noon and every the light of moon

I wonder, what possibly made her sad?
Some say, it all the matter of love
She weep in a case of broken heart

And as the closest moment of final breath, as she comes into a near death
God would appears and wipe her tears
He would forgives and grant her apology

At the moment where all fully peace and heaven's beauty
He gives her wings and a reborn to gain more bliss

Thus every time she flies in every winds against
She would loosen her memories
So then, until the time has back to let her rest, she has completely forgotten the loved she had once

The butterflies mend to fly only to forget
Because without a love from anyone, she could joy her death back

Sunday, 22 January 2017

Coincidence or Fate

coincidence or fate

dad indeed has gone
in a surprise death,
left us with so many questions...

coincidence or fate

left us with some promises which has broken
yet too left us one beautiful answer

"InshaAllah" dad's last hand writing was found on a piece of paper

Coincidence or fate

On his last breath, dad has paid his debt

Saturday, 19 November 2016

Dongeng Kuno



Pernahkah ada yang sempat berpikir sama seperti cara pemikiranku?
Bahwa kehidupan manusia sekarang untuk mempersiapkan apa yang telah diperkiraan?
Dicatat dan dijaga pada kitab tua kepada manusia terkasih
Rahasia pujangga paling romantis, Tuhanmu sendiri
Rancangan untuk mengakhiri cerita duniawi
Yang dikira dongeng yang tersusun rapi sampai saat ini
Kemudian akan terjadi tidak lama lagi?
Yakni turunnya Isa Almasih

Dimana, untuk sementara kau ditutuntut cukup untuk percaya
Tapi saat hari itu jatuh,
Manusia kemudian akan percaya tanpa sebuah peringatan, tanpa ada yang meyakinkan
Bawa Tuhanmu Maha Benar, dan kitabmu tidak pernah berdusta
Dongeng itu, akan kau hidupi pada nyawamu
Babnya akan terurai pada nafasmu satu persatu
Untuk menyaksikan sebuah dongeng mengenai dunia pada ajalnya
Perang antar manusia dan makhluk dari neraka
Hari untuk mengakhiri perselisihan keturunan Adam dan setan
Fantasi yang menakjubkan

Lalu, beranikah kau menjadi saksi atas dongeng yang akan menjadi perbincangan makhluk surgawi?
mengenai rencana kepunahan manusia yang akan segera terjadi?
Beranikah kau mengingat kembali dongeng kuno ini?

Thursday, 3 November 2016

Voynich Manuscript

your brain could not absorbs 2 opposite parts into result
that's why i am one of the living definition of Voynich Manuscript
One which no soul could ever decode

contains with colorful illustrations
yet blind with explanation
let it be in-understandable to nobody
acute to solitary on intense degree

What is the purpose in every line strokes written?
either it's a trick to look for those who hard enough after the answer,
or...
probably...
The writer eludes to be understood,

who knows?

The manuscript is happy to keep it remain mystery

I and the manuscript have some mutual similarities
We both chained to contrast dualism of translations
and love to the chaotic order
so none of your speculations could precisely guess
nor any rational accuses of science could finally interfere

Like me,
the name of the manuscript possessed, barely leads you to any sign of it's master identity
does not depict... not even close to validity
merely an allegorical disguise of ourselves
I and the manuscript will stand still to be anonymous

Because somehow, some parts of you restricts your instinct with what you call logic
so it's hard for you to accept something beyond to fit to your brain
and your calculation deems that this is nonsense 

yet we all acknowledge that one must lies his Eden's self 
somewhere in each flesh
Like the Voynich Manuscript,
the writer....
does exist

Hence, there's still a possibility to tracks the concepts who i am



guess who