Hujan dan Kertas

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