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.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Butiran waktu

Satu persatu, kuuntai butiran waktu,
yang jatuh berserakan didalam kalbu,
mengambil masa depan dan masa lalu,
melihat saat ini dalam satu garis lurus,
dan aku tertawa dan aku tersenyum,
dan aku menangis dan aku tersentuh,
hidup ini memang indah dan lucu,
gelombang dari berbagai tutur,
dan kembali aku terhibur,
melihat masa lalu yang tertutup,
dan aku kembali terhibur,
melihat masa depan yang berkabut,
tanpa cahaya Illahi aku akan terpuruk,
dan aku bersyukur pada-Mu,
berbaik hati padaku,
disetiap butiran waktu yang ku sentuh.

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