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.

Monday, June 12, 2006

sebuah jalan dan pertanyaan

Tiupan angin berlayar kembali,
membeli sepucuk waktu yang telah layu,
tapi tetap kubawa meski tanpa harap,
dan aku bergulir perlahan sampai ketujuan,
menetak pintu, menyibakkan tirai,
melihat apakah engkau ada disana,
termenung sejenak...,
menunggu dalam hempasan ombak,
wahai kepingan jiwa yang merana,
engkaukah itu?
seribu tanya dan seribu hening yang ada,
pedih menerpa tanpa ada satu nama,
aliran sungai yang datang terus tertawa,
karena dunia adalah parodi semata,
dan kutemukan diriku kembali,
di jalan yang sama dengan warna yang berbeda...