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, May 26, 2007

Hampa

Dan aku bercermin pada diriku,
mencari sesuatu mengisi kehampaan ini
yang aku tak tahu apa itu.
ujung dunia t'lah kudatangi,
dan masih belum juga kutemukan,
sesuatu masih hilang itu.
kemenangan yang kudapat terasa hambar,
waktu yang ada tidak lagi berarti.
semakin keras aku mencari,
semakin besar kehampaan ini.
dan aku kembali bercermin,
menatap kehampaan yang semakin dalam,
yang menatapku kembali.
dan aku merasa takut...
takut akan kehampaan itu,
yang kini t'lah menjadi bagian diriku,
memakan diriku dari dalam,
perlahan tapi pasti.
kemana lagi harus aku cari,
sesuatu untuk mengisi kehampaan ini?

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