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, August 06, 2005

Indah, sungguh indah...

Pagi telah datang, hari baru menjemput,
mentari pun menari, bercahaya halus,
bunga2 pun tersenyum dengan lembut,
menikmati kasih suci dengan tulus.

Telah lama aku terbangun dan sadar,
dari mimpi2 buruk yang indah,
regukan kopi cukup membuat segar,
untuk memulai pagi yang cerah,

Indahnya suasana, indahnya cahaya,
nyanyian angin bersahabat yang berbunga,
wangi hujan yang berdentingan berbicara,
menorehkan cinta yang menggema.

Sering terlupa karunia-Mu yang berada,
Sering terlupa bersyukur untuk segala,
Sedikit saja, setetes saja air yang ada,
cukup untuk melepas dahaga...

Aku berpikir, merenung, dan aku tersenyum,
masih dapat nikmati sesuatu yang indah,
Aku bersyukur dan aku masih tersenyum,
Alhamdulillah...

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