Poet's Ballad

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...

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

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...