Walking down the road

It is the rain of my soul and poured when the storm raging in my mind. When feelings and logics are tangle between right or wrong and win or lose. They are raising many funny questions and silly confusions along the line. These all are happening because I'm walking down the road I choose.

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Location: Paris van Java, West Java, Indonesia

I was born in Bandung, April 1976, and spent most of my education time in that same city. Living in a cool town with a moderate muslim family, somehow become important factors that carving my character. I'm a big fan of any satay, pempek and rujak (anything sweet-lah), and I created this notes as a place where I can write everything that crossed my mind. This writing is more like a journal, footsteps I leave behind as reminder mostly for myself and probably for my descendants. If you, readers, able learning one or two good things from this notes, that was really more than my expectation. Yet if I wrote something wrong or you have different opinion from mine, please let me know, will you? You also have to excuse me for that matter because I'm aware I'm no writer at all.

Saturday, May 28, 2005

Masihkah kau ingat kepada ku?

Melayang ke belakang dengan hampa,
sebuah tangan yang mungil,
mengenggam telunjukku dengan erat,
dan ia tersenyum melihatku,
senyuman paling tulus pernah kuterima,
saat itu aku berjanji,
takkan pernah kubiarkan kau sendiri,
akan kulindungi kau sepenuh hati,
bermain kita berlari kesana kemari,
tak pernah lepas tangan mungilmu,
sampai saatnya aku harus pergi,
dua puluh purnama telah berlalu,
dan aku bertanya-tanya,
entah apa masih adakah,
sosok kecil yang kurindukan dulu,
sudah berapa besar dikau sekarang?
dan masihkah kau ingat kepadaku?

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