Wednesday 27 March 2013
A Story about Coffee
Thursday 21 March 2013
The Time Will Answer
That my mind still catches the picture after the fight
So bright
Every time I open my eyes after sleeping tight
I see the name on my side
You know the time is running so fast
Well at the same time it just feels like yesterday
and thousand years have passed
As if day by day the world were getting too vast
I'm afraid the memory will fade away in a rush
It is you laying down peacefully
While the universe knows exactly that you will be gone
if I sweep your footprints silently
But you see what I see
It is only the time who will answer me
Friday 15 March 2013
Biru
Sering,
Sesuatu berjalan seolah tak seharusnya
Luka terjahit waktu dan berbekas
Penanda yang tak lekang
Peringatan akan pahit
Hidup memang seperti itu
Mau ditelantarkan, dijalani, atau dibangun?
Bunga di musim semi akan gugur dalam beberapa purnama
Tapi tetap ada indah itu
Hanya wajahnya berbeda
Dalam fatamorgana
Kepalsuan itu nyata
Dan hampir semua kenyataan itu palsu
Tak bisa dibenarkan atau dipersalahkan
Dan aku menggenggam teralinya
Thursday 7 March 2013
Something at the end of the road
Still a long way to go
There must be something awaiting at the end of the road
patiently, silently
On half the journey, I may be tired
I may be restless,
I may shout loudly in triumph
But not that much
It has never been that much
As nothing is eternal but the eternity
Ups and downs
They seem never end
Running, haunting, chasing
while I force myself to move
It never means I could hide in the darkness
hearing the emptiness and feeling the silence
escaping from reality
No
Everything changes
Everything must
No wrong or right
As I'd never be able to change the grey into perfectly black or white
It's on my will whether it's going to be brighter or dimmer
Consistency and perseverance
to remind me that something's awaiting at the end of the road
something I don't know...
at the end of the road
Sunday 20 January 2013
Cloudy sunday
When the sun rays come along to my morning face
I can see the warmth, yet the cold I feel
Heavy, these eyes are hardly opened
for the last night story was too much like a wedging pebble
scratching, painful
That's not about you, me, or them
If one asked for the blamed
no one would never be able to answer
Because it's not a mistake
Yet it could never be vindicated
There was no hatred, never ever
As the grass never shouts for being stepped on
No power, no will
Unfortunately, the emptiness always comes
absolute, numb, cold, and timeless
Don't say any single word!
Don't say I can't understand
Don't even dare to say I'm in the state of enmity
If I don't fully understand, either don't you
You're secluded, I'm silent
that's enough... more than it could take..
Sweet... Sweet... Sweet...
Wednesday 27 March 2013
A Story about Coffee
Thursday 21 March 2013
The Time Will Answer
That my mind still catches the picture after the fight
So bright
Every time I open my eyes after sleeping tight
I see the name on my side
You know the time is running so fast
Well at the same time it just feels like yesterday
and thousand years have passed
As if day by day the world were getting too vast
I'm afraid the memory will fade away in a rush
It is you laying down peacefully
While the universe knows exactly that you will be gone
if I sweep your footprints silently
But you see what I see
It is only the time who will answer me
Friday 15 March 2013
Biru
Sering,
Sesuatu berjalan seolah tak seharusnya
Luka terjahit waktu dan berbekas
Penanda yang tak lekang
Peringatan akan pahit
Hidup memang seperti itu
Mau ditelantarkan, dijalani, atau dibangun?
Bunga di musim semi akan gugur dalam beberapa purnama
Tapi tetap ada indah itu
Hanya wajahnya berbeda
Dalam fatamorgana
Kepalsuan itu nyata
Dan hampir semua kenyataan itu palsu
Tak bisa dibenarkan atau dipersalahkan
Dan aku menggenggam teralinya
Thursday 7 March 2013
Something at the end of the road
Still a long way to go
There must be something awaiting at the end of the road
patiently, silently
On half the journey, I may be tired
I may be restless,
I may shout loudly in triumph
But not that much
It has never been that much
As nothing is eternal but the eternity
Ups and downs
They seem never end
Running, haunting, chasing
while I force myself to move
It never means I could hide in the darkness
hearing the emptiness and feeling the silence
escaping from reality
No
Everything changes
Everything must
No wrong or right
As I'd never be able to change the grey into perfectly black or white
It's on my will whether it's going to be brighter or dimmer
Consistency and perseverance
to remind me that something's awaiting at the end of the road
something I don't know...
at the end of the road
Sunday 20 January 2013
Cloudy sunday
When the sun rays come along to my morning face
I can see the warmth, yet the cold I feel
Heavy, these eyes are hardly opened
for the last night story was too much like a wedging pebble
scratching, painful
That's not about you, me, or them
If one asked for the blamed
no one would never be able to answer
Because it's not a mistake
Yet it could never be vindicated
There was no hatred, never ever
As the grass never shouts for being stepped on
No power, no will
Unfortunately, the emptiness always comes
absolute, numb, cold, and timeless
Don't say any single word!
Don't say I can't understand
Don't even dare to say I'm in the state of enmity
If I don't fully understand, either don't you
You're secluded, I'm silent
that's enough... more than it could take..