The Dance Between Truth And Fantasy

We come across many folk in lifeeach person has a soul and ownerbut then these owners don’t always conversebunch of lonely souls trying hard to surviveThese pitiful souls do lead a lifelooking tough always on the face outsidebut walk with knife stuck in their chest and wear their pride like the batman’s vestI was once

Haunting Stories

When equality’s bent and fairness chose to go blind, kingdom of violence came to seek portions. When cries no longer work, souls retreat into the mind, seek courage instead to fight for options. When looking at their face, lips closed tight not from furies but apathy from ceaseless destructions. Looking into their eyes, reflection does

This Side of Things (abhanga poems)

behind rusty walls, sits a man with a trapped soul time does not disavow but mankind does a world not so different men with no name or voice yet still persistently survive throughout Based on the comment that I received, I need to add an explanation about the first picture. Those houses are built on

Searching

Before I present my poem, let me start by explaining what prompted this piece. For most part of my day today, my heart and mind have been accompanied by songs from a new album that just came out today. It’s by DPR IAN (also known as Christian Yu), part of the Dream Perfect Regime (DPR)

Hope and Fear

Think I’m losing it My longing, unbearable   Please don’t burn my dreams This life you offer, cold void How can I ever catch up The poem above uses a Tanka form. I’ve written Tanka poems before that follow 5/7/5/7/7 syllable structure, but I never paid attention to the one unique characteristics of a Tanka

Self Image

Like an obedient kid where her shadow goes, she follows Or a drifted bee Where flower blooms, she bows But then on some days When came the whisper of haze and all effort to rein in anguish fails she let amok run its ruins D’Verse’s Quadrille #122 with the word Go.

Struggling to Find Inspiration

  I’m struggling with writing lately. As you can see, I’ve been trying to write regularly again in the past one week after being absent for many many months (maybe even a year). There has been an itch again to write that I felt a week ago. I want to write, but I don’t know

Kelekatan Duniawiku

  Akhir-akhir ini aku banyak membaca tulisan-tulisan dari internet untuk membantu pemahaman diri. Ada satu artikel yang paling mengusikku dan membuat jari-jariku ingin menari lagi di atas laptop. Artikel itu mengenai non-attachment atau letting go, melepaskan kelekatan-kelekatan duniawi yang selama ini mengikat kita dalam bentuk keinginan-keinginan. Misalnya, keinginan untuk selalu sukses dan berhasil dalam pekerjaan,

Mencari Sahabat

Bersahabat dengan waktu, mungkinkah itu? Entahlah. Akhir-akhir ini aku terus bergulat dengan topik ini. Apakah itu waktu yang terus mengejarku — setidaknya terasa seperti itu — atau apakah sebenarnya aku yang mengejar-ngejar waktu karena waktu sepertinya selalu berlari jauh lebih cepat di depan. Kenapa aku dan waktu tidak bisa berjalan bersama, selevel, seperti dua kawan

Adalah Seorang Perempuan

Adalah seorang perempuan muda, seseorang yang berani dalam menghadapi hidup. Sebagai seorang perempuan muda yang berasal dari luar pulau, bisa saja caranya menerjang tantangan hidup tanpa ragu ini adalah caranya untuk bisa terus bertahan. Ia juga berani berbicara. Malah mungkin kadang susah untuk dihentikan saat ingin berbicara. Pembawaannya serius, agak sedikit berkesan keras dan tomboy-ish