Hujan dan Kertas

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

Of nights and long winters they’ve had their stories, traveling the seas of everlasting waves. Of broken moons and darkened skies they’ve wandered, seeking infuriating yet heartbreaking questions of life. They began to be weary, they began to be wary, they began to be angry. Oh, they began to be helplessly in doubt.

But when they arrived at a town, or even on a small village, they smile. The bard put up his guitar and starts to sing accolades. The poet will stand up, quietly rehearsing, and starts to monologue. And people will always clap their hands, enchanting duo’s name.

But they don’t  have a name! nobody does.

Only known as “the bard and the poet”

for one night they share all their dreams and hopes and failures; their bittersweets.

and for one night, above most of nights they’ve spent on the road, they put up their mask, veiling their bitter lives.

before long, they’ve gone. away into mists of uncertainty, once again.

 ajie 

November 7, 2009

02:57 AM