My Family
A curious boy
Walks on street
Asking his father
What're those, What're these
His mother, holds his hand
With her gentle smile
And his sister says with a sigh
"Oh God, from where these questions
come in his mind."
...My Inspiration
Your story is much like mine
But you write better than I,
And this inspire me to give another try
Instead of saying "I can't", a lie.
You inspire me to spread my wings
Into the endless most beautiful sky,
To do what I like
Arranging words in rhyme
...My Soul
For three years, I am searching for the scroll
That can tell me about my soul
Where will it go when I will die?
How it makes me alive?
I want to find the origin and the end
And find why is it send
To take birth as me in this world of lives?
Is there something waiting for me to thrive?
What I think about my soul,
Is it should have some magical role
As they said, it never born nor die
And it's something my inside
But what I find wrong is it's not like a burning flame
Nor it can play any supernatural game
It's me but not my physical state
It's more than what they had said.
The concept of soul is very old
It is the difference between heat and cold
Years ago our ancestors demand
'Isn't we all, Living or defunct
are made from the eleme...
Person born on my birth date
I am sitting
My chin resting on my fist
As I'm sad
I not share my birthday with
Someone who had inspired the world
By his work and his skills.
"What happened?" my father asked
As I told, he just laugh
"I know the one," he said
And placed a mirror, to show me my face.
...Street wanderer
I see him everyday, on a broken pieces of mirror
His pale face, body thin, Eyes sink in tears.
Cry of his belly and brain, is all he could hear
Carrying the weight of his shattered dream
His heart beats in the fear
Will he ever overcome
From this enduring nightmare.
Will someday he can see himself
As he had wish to appear?
Lost in these thoughts, every now and then
He moves here to there
So the passengers, passing on the street
Called him, 'The Street wanderer'.
Sometimes he dives into his memories
Remembering how he had come here
Remembering that once he had his loving parents
His friends, his relatives, all were there
But he left the home and brought himself alone
To do something for which the world can cheer
And as you can see, he reached nowhere
Shedding his...
Frozen Lake
Standing on the frozen lake
Build on my mistakes
Or situations that life plunked on me
Unbearable to take
And look on these spikes
Of grief as frozen ice
That filled the land of heart
Until I cry
Until I cry
[Your heart is size of fist
And if you hold tears in it
They get compress and compress
And make the frozen lake]
...The Sand Castle
It takes me an hour or two
To prepare my castle through
the sand on beach
Better than my reach
When I complete in
I Stand on the shore
Admiring Castle's beauty
More and more
But suddenly, the wave arrive
And sweep the Castle
in single strike
Leaving me to cry and cry.
...Forest of Thorn
I was here, in this dark wood
To find the treasure, I believed I could
But after wandering for years alone
In this forest of thorn
Under the sky, whose color so deep
I cannot further hold my weep
Is there anyone to help
Please tell
Can I cross this cruel forest
Or by coming here, I become a bonehead
'cuz if "or" is true,
I want to die
As I cannot handle a hope
That will become a lie
...What's Inside me?
Which Road Should I take
that leads me to the place
where I can fulfill my Destiny
where I can find,
What's inside me?
What work should I do?
For which I born to
What will please the hunger inside me?
What is my success key?
What's inside me?
Countless stars glitters in the Sky
in this darkest night
But which of them will be the Sun
That make me Enlight?
I want to know
stand out of Row
To find the true me
And find,
What's inside me?
...In naked eyes
Look! Someone cast stars from the naked eyes: In almond eyes, only two buttons were lit; two globes, falling comets. It was as if sweet emperor crumbs, rich peanut butter bread fragments had been swept off the sculptural face by the hand, which holds a broken vulnerability! Long intoxicating moments were attached to you and I thought the Universe was crazy - then upset. Foolishly, I let myself be led as a puppet, even though I should have just followed the higher law of emotion: The ancestral word of my heart!
Did you want us to talk? Honestly, clearly ?! "But there is a stenciled 'who feels'," somehow slipped the connecting clutch word, you stole the redemptive shelter among your other arms, while I just crawled after you like a hissing bear cub crying like a stanza, confessing my confession: I loved you!
My twist has just opened, because until then I had no i...