orange girl,
afternoon skies dont take sides
it’s just you and me, we do lie
raindrops need no reason
to fall under any season
orange girl,
the moon isn’t always bright
fairy tales arent supposed to be eerie
dont lose your sight, even now
cause we shall write our story tomorrow
oh dear orange girl
if you’re tired don’t be afraid
don’t take the world upon yourself
share your burden, share your dreams
before our fate twisted and we go separate ways.
ajie
December 24, 2009
03.28
berjalan tanpa akhir, oh dunia sendu
tak hilang putaran waktu demi waktu
memejam kembali untuk sekali lagi merasakan
alunan untaian rangkaian cerita tanpa sajak
hanya rasa yang sedikit membahana
foto itu tetap tersimpan dengan rapi
seuntai pesona tanpa kata
tersenyum, lalu kembali miris
indah yang menusuk
ya, layaknya mawar liar di pinggir hutan
fana, ingatan tanpa lagi dikaruniai harapan
akan menjadi seutas tali tergantung tanpa terikat
namun sulit untuk tidak berada di dalam kubangan oase cerita masa lalu
yang terus memikat pengelana seperti diriku
dan kemudian akan tersesat di dalam indah tanpa definisi itu
ajie
December 24, 2009
03.08
sinners of broken trees
deceivers of the unspoken honors
betrayers of trust, from highlands of misty hills
regards them was a mistake
excalibur and guenevere of arthur’s tale
that should not be released
o thee speak no more charming words!
no more respect should be paid!
ajie
December 18, 2008
2.36 AM
a room upstairs
a 5x5 m square of space and books
anIndiana Jones poster on the door
a beethoven music playlist on the air
a nerd whose dreams are innocent
a coincidence when he was 5 years old
an imagination that has lived since then
a rope and a leather hat in it
a daring adventure of life and risks
a dream that turns to be an imagination
a bonding fate of being chained to book of algebra revelation
a nerd with a dream of being Indiana Jones
Ajie
December 17, 2009
10.49 PM
another past remorse has once again fullfil slight void of time
utopian bliss and circle of faith i shall never be
where art thou o saviour?
where art thou o angel?
where art thou o remorseful forgiveness?
this is the saga of the twin towers
song of the conquered soul traders
between northern skies and auroras
which is seen by travelers
this is the saga of twin towers
where a lady in gray and red necklace stands
the elegance of night falls into her, sublime lights of yellow
to shed all tears of joy, to guide me away from sorrow
Ajie
December 14, 2009
7.01 PM
let this serenity of night to be everlasting
as wind chimes, darkened coffee and quiet metaphors
dance through the mounting piles of dead branches
left by the angry summer rain
oh how should i forget!
of waterfalls and silent journey of those leaves
till downstreaming river leads to eternal blue
till the dawn of oranges break its sublime image
thus end is near, mate.
be on journey once more, lad.
before we go to those eternal blue.
ajie
December 11, 2009
2.27 AM
horizon of green grasses define its elegance
moving slowly yet flawless, as they dance
the sun paints a harmonic composition between earth and sky;
a perfectly binding picture of the prairie lady
her eyes were hidden, but a glimpse is enough
to freeze the moment in just one snap
she stood up between the crowds; red flower dress she loves
red as roses of the wilds, a satire to those green grasses
yet they are beautiful as one
and the winds are enchanting, as graceful as the prairie lady
the winds are singing, bringing upon her words from faraway lands
lands of dreams
lands of neverending bliss
of fairies of another prairies.
ajie
December 10 2009
2.18 AM
define beauty,
and you will find elegance in smile
define arrogance,
yet curiosity has come into me, in rush
dim light of candles cannot hide the gaze of her eyes
as she sits there, around the dancing grass
you will not know her for sure; not even the stars
maybe winds wish to talk to me no more
or maybe i had just lost my sense of hour
it is not a simple thing to desribe, nor to judge
but one thing for sure, she is beyond definitions.
ajie
December 07, 2009
22.14
tersimpuh
diam dan jangan bergerak
tidak, tolong jangan
pecah, berserakan
biar ku langkahkan pagi
beranjak dan akhiri mimpi
tidak, tolong jangan
ajie
December 03, 2009
21:37
oh definitely, maybe
that is not the answer i want to see
to unveil a journey of neverending story
to find chapters after chapters with surprises uncovered
maybe, definitely, maybe
i am here all along
not waiting nor hoping for miracles
it must be fate, or whatever it might be
which prison us from what we should be
definitely. maybe.
honest, we should be!
so let the pandora box be opened
bring the hidden truth come thru
and maybe, definitely maybe,
whatever we might seek, become true.
ajie
December 1, 2009
3:45 AM
