The Leftovers

I love to cook for someone who enlisted on my special list of people.

If one day you're lucky enough to see my blue Tupperware go through your messy table and I'm mumbling about how annoyed me with the leftover pasta in my home.

Believe me im lying, on the night before I stroll to the supermarket nearby finding the best materials, happily pick up the basket, listed the expense as my monthly entertainment expense.

Believe me I wake up earlier, jusy for trying to find ways to serve you the umami feeling without even using MSG.

So have yourself what I called "the leftovers Pasta".

Instead of telling my future daughter on how Aurora got her prince by just sleep, I'll tell her how Marie Curie and her husband Pierre Curie won their first Nobel together

Kita datang ke dunia tanpa gladi resik dan meninggalkan dunia tanpa kesempatan kedua.

Tiap-tiap jiwa manusia ingin menemukan,
terlebih ingin ditemukan.

Flyover Tanpa Nama

Perasaan ini menyeretmu ke tepian trotoar
Ada sungguh-sungguh yang tak mau pulang
Tapi lelah dihajar kerasnya gedung-gedung beton Sudirman

Sedang asa menggantung dari langit-langit flyover tua
Mencari-cari pemilik paling setia, 24 jam 7 hari berkutat soal pencarian makna

Aku sendiri kebingungan...

Tuan, aku bertanya, "seberapa tinggi harus aku melompat demi meraih cita-cita setinggi flyover yang tak pernah ku kenal namanya?" 

Semua yang Tidak Perlu

Rasa-rasa menguap dari jendela-jendela kaca

Kamu tak bisa menangis namun air mata sudah lama mengalir dari banyak serapah

Mimpi-mimpi sudah lama jadi kelabu, tingal lama di bantal-bantal debu
Memori-memori luruh, pilu, mengeruh

Tidak pernah berharap sesiapa kembali, hanya saja rumah ini, sudah lama ditinggal penghuni-penghuni
Pulang rasanya jadi biru, semua temu berakhir ragu

Sendu.

 Intermezzo dikit ahh.. 

Trip to Saturn

You are a trip to Saturn, taking off from the misty Glenfinnan, bringing all the blue roses, mixing all the Beatles songs

The sky now turning all darker full of all far away stars' sparkles, you offer me a glass of wine with poetry from Gibran

But so fast, the journey becoming mere math, thousand stars count and all the beauty become usual

I hope we are alright, to finally finding out the trip to the Saturn is no longer about all the butterflies on our rocket ship but in fact also about all the unknown turbulences between Mars and Jupiter, need us to decide between lost in the stars or detour to the earth