kosong

apakah aku sedang bermimpi
tatkala aku sedar namun mata tertutup?
di manakan kucari sebuah puisi
bisa mentakrifkan sebuah cinta?
kosong jiwa kurasakan,
cemburu mataku melulu.
benarkan aku pergi
biarkan aku sendiri
biarkan aku menyepi.
biarkan aku hilangkan
titik-titik hitam di kalbuku,
sebelum aku bisa benarkan
kau menemuiku.

the thinking statue

he is and will always be there,
men can't move him,
wind can't lift him (up),
inside his mind
noone can read
noone can predict.
as his mind is boggling
with some kind of inevitable complexity.
noone can see (through) his mind,
noone can guess what's there in his mind.
he just sit there politely
he just sit there silently.
and makes others start to think,
what he is thinking eversince.

July 15,2006
1012 hrs