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.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

berlalu dalam rimba

Bukan dedaunan yang kurindu,
bukan keteduhan yang kucari,
bukan kesendirian yang kujalani,
semua bukan alasan yang pasti.

deru desah dalam setiap langkah,
harum rumput dan bunga liar,
kesegaran curahan hujan menguyur,
dalam mencari ketenangan jiwa...

Hmm... dan lelah terasa,
saat sejenak melepas penat,
pemandangan rasa tiada tara,
megah tanpa merasa gagah,
ditepi tebing tempat angin bermain,
semuanya sungguh tak terkatakan.

lewati rimba mencari suatu rasa,
kedamaian abadi tempat para dewa.

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