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, January 15, 2007

What's a life wanted?

A road leading to the grave, for every mortal soul will endure,
but will I be safe? even I would not be so sure...

If a life meant for a journey then I'll take the journey,
If a life meant of hardwork then I'll do that too, I say
and also if a life meant for lashes of pain,
I'll bear all the pain life given without a whine.

but can I be a a little selfish? Can I have a little bit of happiness?
finding someone who looked me as I am?

I'm not looking for someone I can look up to like the sky,
I'm not looking someone that can support me like a pillar,
for I'm a man and have my pride.

all I want is someone I can talk to,
someone who speak truth about everything,
someone I could tell the truth about everything,
being my gate and my wall for my home,

will I find someone like that before my grave came?
what's a life really wanted from me?

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