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01.07.2019

Why do people love unreachable things? Is it the beauty of longing? The misdirected profoundness of wanting something you can’t have? And then writing poetry about it again and again. My poets are often masochists I am willing to extend my pain As long as I make an art of it I wanna hold you tightly in my arms But I’ll stay just as far as I can’t touch you I’d love to feel happy but sadness is my daily routine Healthy diets are great and all but I’d rather live off coffee and alcohol Maybe I should go out of this state of misery But it makes the artist in me feel inspiring Someone said that they thought poetry was the fruit of love It can be when it’s love directed to your own self-loathing And an all-encompassing desire to out-melancholy The famous writers who died being most unhappy But are praised for the fruitage of their despair Am I being honest or fair? What’s not to love about art in the form of suffering? Especially if it re...
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Reverse a Tempest

Albeit breeze does always come intensively, Its whisper does remain voicelessly as usual; Why does he still disavow his existence? Keep pretending to stand still behind his silhouette; Succumbing is the best reconciliation for him; To contemplate what he could yield for and not; There is no tempest with equanimity within; Like a perforated void devoured each loneliness within. When tempest grows up, breeze want to go from the beginning A bent knee hurts much less than a broken heart; Even after he finds that the world goes bad Should he let the wickedness devour him ?
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July 2018

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Tonight we had put the ladies on their beds; While the men were sitting with the smokes under the moonlight; We conceivably think that it was the prettiest flawless stillness; But at the end ambiguity was the thing that choked our lips; Furthermore mimicry had led us into some intersections; When we realized that words could not signalize our intentions; Even the glasses were emptied gently through our sweet words; And the last tears of wine could still be the sign to say our temporarily goodbye; It should be the revolution that we pursue all along our life; And the north wind was the only one that always kisses us on our cheeks; Perhaps this moonlight will not be the same again after you will have been thirty; When you give birth to your new vortexes, I am still trapped with our gravity; Neither you nor I could exist until dawn rose; You became a dust under the fog in the midnight, while I was becoming the wind that tried to fondle the moon; Perchance wind could...
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30.4.2018

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A world goes upside and down A place where wonders come from A magic fields you had never heard of Are you the one who’s shining on and on? I find my way back home While the older me is trapped still in his past The nature is still flirting with the infinity When you are still being so soothing like a symphony Why did we think that our world is beautiful Why did we love this world more than ourselves Why didn't this world give us fairness Why, what has done wrong If either cohesion or adhesion still exists Could you still be the abstruseness in my universe? Your fading is the only natural process To describe how loneliness is still perforating me
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Alam dan Firasatnya

Firasat mungkin sekiranya adalah sebuah pertanda. Bagaimana alam mencoba terus untuk berbahasa. Mengirimkan tandanya lewat sekelebat halimun. Kemudian larut menjadi tetes-tetes air hujan. Dan bila sekiranya kita tak lagi mampu memahami, Pesan apa yang terpahat pada ranting-ranting pepohonan. Dan bisikan apa  yang tercipta dibalik riuh angin yang bertiupan. Sudakah alam kembali berdusta lewat pertandanya? Dan pada akhirnya misteri terus menjadi sebuah pengulangan, Bagaimana kemistisan alam akan terus terjaga dalam sebuah sakralitas arupa. Terus menjadi tanda tanya besar di antara kehadiran dan kepergian kita. Namun mampukah kita menjadi pelengkap dalam kepincangan ini? Wahai, dikau tak ada gunanya lagi berlari dari bersemula. Alam tak memiliki kuasa akan hidupmu, kausalitaslah yang mengikat kita. Sudikah bila kita menerima dan melepaskan pesan tersurat itu ke udara. Menyuratkan ribuan tanda tanya tanpa berharap satu pun terjawab oleh sang Purnama. Tiada lagi yang...
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15.11.2017

Pernahkah kau dengar sebuah kisah  Di bawah gemerlap mati hidupnya tujuh purnama? Seonggok jiwa tua berbicara dalam kebisuannya Menghitung sisa hari yang masih dimilikinya Pada penghujung hari yang dinantikan Di kala jiwa tua ini telah lelah berkelana Dan tak lagi benderang maupun rupawan Hanya sunyi yang mampu ia bawa ke alam baka Perlahan sang jiwa tua itu hidup lagi Dalam hausnya ia berkelana Membawa beban sepanjang hidup barunya Oh jiwa tua terlahir lagilah engkau menjadi unta Jika memang kebodohan menjadi alasanmu untuk memikul beban? Apakah ketidakpastian menjadi sebuah tuntutan akan langkahmu? Dan jika kematian lagi-lagi akan menghampirimu Sanggupkah engkau menghapuskan derita dalam kesendirianmu? Dan sekali lagi jiwa tua itu harus mati Tidak ada lagi belengguh yang harus ia pikul Hanya kebebasan yang terdapat dalam aumannya Oh jiwa tua terlahir lagilah engkau menjadi singa Tak ada lagi sakit dan derita yang mampu kau rasa ...
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22.10.2017

Once again loneliness does exist and has caused an addiction of living in solitude in this universe. Do you even still remember the moments that should be forsaken without traces? Well I'm living well now with all of the burden, tenderness and privilege that I could only gain for being a visionary man.  Some folk believe in time and explicitally they say that it could heal either all pain or suffering that one had experienced. But they never realize or maybe will to know that time could dilatate its seconds, its minutes and also hours.  Something that you call as past could maybe a present that you're still living in. Or maybe you are someone who could not move on.  Well, nothing left here except loneliness and solemnity. Three years had passed and I'm still the same or maybe the better than I was before, am not I?  I'm still drinking coffee, I'm still staring at the moon in starry night and still being pluviophile. Besides them I did some runaway fr...
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