The Drought

There are the times
When nothing happens
Surrounded by silence
Alone and lonely

P e r f e c t l y s i n g l e

But however,
there will always be the deluge afterward..

...dia cantik sekali

dia tersenyum
dan dunia bersinar bersama binar di matanya
lalu tawanya yang manis
seperti nyanyian matahari di awal pagi

tersentuh kulitnya, lembut
ingin dan ingin lagi bersamanya
dialah sahabat dan cinta
sempurna seputih salju
sederhana seperti embun

dan setelah kau ceritakan semua itu
kau bilang,
dia cantik sekali

maka akupun patah hati..


-sometimes we just have to let go and face it all–

The Pianist

There is some happiness that couldn’t be owned
Certain happiness that wouldn’t be possessed
The ones that remain only as ecstatic thoughts
Or as a silent sigh when the memories evoked

Like those mesmerizing small eyes,
that adorable mysterious smile,
and the gentle tone on his words
Or even the way he blends himself into the music he plays

Those were the joy I can only dream about
Admiration from distance
Feel it in my melting heart
But not in my longing arms

He’s gorgeous
And I’m blissful just to consented to know him