The Place

Do you know about the place?
That is cool by day and warm by night?
Where the day is shaded and the night is bright?

Such an odd place, peculiar and strange
The feelings, invoked on all range
You are relaxed yet passionate
Tucked up yet animate

It is a place of vacation and vocation
Of serene sounds and gorgeous view
Lest you forget of what is due
Yes, it is the place of to be and to do
It has my heart too, it has my soul
It is the place where I become whole
And just like magic tales, the name has three words
It's so beautiful, only the third, the last one can be heard

Something something Miranda

The place
The home
The high above
The woman that I love

Small Puffs

My instant gratification, an anthology.

Back to Basic

Turn back the sands of time
Undo the old clock's chime
Baby, when it comes to you
I'm just a teen without a clue

The Jumping Samaritan

Something I've been working on and off (well, mostly off) for the last 9 years.

I can't believe it has been that long.

Here is the excerpt:

THE JUMPING SAMARITAN

When Arastoo, a young man who had lost his idealism, found his best friend dead,  he took the chance to jump through parallel universes to find the reason and himself.

Semalat Ulang Tahun!

Save an Arrow

As I rest my eyes upon her
and present myself to her presence
Cupid appears before me
and lifts up his bow and arrow

You can go home today, I said
Save yourself an arrow, I continued
The thing you want for me
That thing I already am

Rajin Pangkal Meninggal

Dewa Untung dan Dewi Sial

Gak Jadi Lagi Deh...

Verging III: The Subject Is Present

Have you ever felt so present
When all you notice is real time
Without the slightest concept and construct?

I felt it today
I was there
Under the atmosphere
Surrounded by air
Supported by the ground
Covered in bright daylight
Visited by various kinds of sound

I was like the famous salt doll
Inside a vast ocean

Still it amazed me afterwards
For I found something odd
There was no dissolution

I remained a subject
I was still there
Awake and aware
And yet I was everything

Verging II: The Subject Feels the Rain

When I looked up, all I saw were clumps of cloud
They were in two shades only, light gray and dark
The sun was nowhere to be seen
It was a dim afternoon

People next to me unfolded their umbrellas and raised them high
It's as if they're challenging the sky
God is coming, I thought
He's coming in cold drops

The sky soon poured
And the road was drenched
God touched me
and touched me
and touched me
And soaked me all over

I was shivering as I walked
The cold went straight to my bones

Verging I: Red Pill

Should he raise his hand, the beating will stop.
And yet, it stays calmly in the pocket of his jacket.

"What do you seek?" I ask.

"The break of my chains," he answered.

The Hidden Monster

The discomfort seeps slowly
But it is not unnoticeable
It is the kind of feeling that makes you think the world is not okay

Second after second you wait
Still, nothing happens
You know it's there, lurking right around the corner
And it chooses to stay hidden anyway
It doesn't care
It's just here to hurt you

You can't take it anymore
You scream your battle cry,
and charge at its direction
"Show yourself!" you shout

But it is not there
It has gone away
And so is the bad feeling

You take a deep sigh,
and embrace the new relief with a dreaded heart
Because you know it will not be for long
This is just the calm before the storm
It will show up again

*a story about battling constipation

Support Birth Control!

The True Suicide

* inspired by a scene on the news where a person tried to commit suicide, screamed all around for attention, and ended up not killing himself

I.H.M.

Very Guilty Indeed

And they are not the victims... how??

Matinya John si Pengecut

John sedang merokok saat aku tiba, persis seperti kemarin. Ia membelakangiku, tapi aku tetap tahu karena ia berdiri di atas dipan dan kepalanya menghadap jendela berteralis. Di tempat ini sebenarnya tidak boleh merokok, jadi posisinya adalah satu-satunya cara melakukannya. Aku sendiri menganggap cara semacam itu terlalu merepotkan. Cuma orang yang benar-benar mau merokok yang akan bersusah-susah.

Emancipation!

The Lousy Feminist

If you don't want to be treated like a 2nd class citizen, don't act like a 2nd class citizen, Darling.

* inspired by a post about the ideal guy in a blog that I can't remember