It Is You, All Along
She leaned forward, allowing her hair touched my chest, brushing along with her shadow. I was stunned as I couldn’t move, and anxious at the same time.
Come Back Home
All they wanted was not a cake with a thin candle on my hand; it was me they wanted to see; to go back home as the greatest gift they need. And I hated myself for coming late.
Pria Di Kedai Kopi
Begitulah senja itu berlalu. Senja yang sangat kurindukan sejak musim dingin di negeri seberang. Aku hanya ingin menyeduh kopi bersama mereka yang telah menyelamatkanku saat aku kehilangan arah.
Night Over Night
When you have the same dream; with the same thread, all I can do is casting a few song of prayers. And somehow, every chants turns into nothing. So, I let it run rampant, binding my prolonged grief irrevocably.
Before The Dark
Hesitant, seasoned with fear, they left us towards the jungle. Among them, I saw Nabila there, waiting. Her gaze seemed worried. Her eyes moved, searching for something she has lost long time ago.
Coke Bottle
Ia meneguk sisa Coke terakhir. Hembusan napasnya beringingan dengan gerakan di kedua bahunya. Ia masih menggenggam kaleng kosong tersebut lalu jemarinya kembali menari-nari dengan indah.
Tentang Dia
Jika saja rambut indahnya tak berayun saat semilir angin membelai-belainya, aku akan mengira bahwa tubuhnya yang tersembunyi di balik bayangan itu adalah batu karang yang terdampar.
The Night Dancer
Among the dots of light, I notice a figure. As the strains of piano pounding; as the string of violin escorting; the entire light is going toward him. Illuminating like a gold.
A Glass Of Wine
Boisterous by those boring sound, I chose to mind-read with a glass of wine flanked with my fingers. I am sitting among the old men. Bob Ross on the left and Sir Tolkien on my right.
Fourmiliere
Jakarta, a place where I grew love and hate relationship. I will come back, but not to breathe heavily, just for a sip of the best coffee in Cikini; and for the best Bubur Ayam in Menteng.
Three Colors
I feel the dirt in my hands, like a fusion of dust and clay. I heard the wind whistling, made me even more terrified. This time, it seems like I am in the uninhabited isle, or in the mud box.
Through The Mirror
Kutatap kaca yang sama tingginya denganku dan kembali kubisikkan kata-kata itu dalam benakku, bahwa aku adalah satu di antara gadis beruntung yang seharusnya lebih banyak bersyukur.
Nostalgia
Bayangan kegilaan di sudut ibukota itu selalu membuatku merenung, betapa kurindukan berbagai bising yang menyatu dengan segala keunikan itu dan memaksaku untuk menyebut nama-nama mereka yang kutinggalkan di sana dalam bisikan.
He Is Coming
Something’s missing in me since the dreadful ordeal took them away, both who I loved―mom and dad. Something dark; something hollow; which began to harass inside my head and distracted my consciousness. And I haven’t figured it out. Not yet.
Life Line
I found the same clouds at night. They were unfolding like the surface of the muddy lake; without a ripple as if it would swallow anyone who crossed it. And the woman on my right did exactly the same.
Dalam Gelap
Namun kau semu, bersembunyi di balik bayang-bayang, menatapku dengan lucutan tanya yang merundung membentuk setumpuk kelabu. Kelabu yang tak mampu kubaca.
