I saw a white purple dress
It reminds me of you with your blue feeling
I cannot say hello to you, here, right now
It's not me who are not capable of doing it
But something left in my chest, inadequate love


I saw a cloud with a strange shape of heart
It reminds me of you with your careless beauty
The beauty which traps me into this hole of affection
Affected by you, by your smiling of model magazine
Say it to me, like a new clearer eyes
Say it to me, like one of rarest decision you made of your heart
Say it to me, like people who know everything but nothing
Say it to me, like.. someone, someone who really made my heart
Fluttered, and flustered

That mahogany
Came as I come
Through the slip of its leaf

That mahogany
Pouring me the soul
Of snow in the evening
Of the Winter day

That mahogany
**** the phrase
Of my ***** tongue
Of my savage words

That mahogany
Trimming my ****** bragging
Into noble, understanding

Jogjakarta, --R, August 4th 2014.

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy

I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true

Mystical Priest,
Come into mind,
Suffocate it,
And blame the truth(s)

We never disagree
Never comitting,
The Parade,
Of darkness, and solitude

We move, day by day
We learn,
From book to books
From story to stories

I want to meet
That priest
On the great journey,
Of life
Of value(s)a-investment

Surprisingly,
The Priest
Is me,
Myself.

Reflection
At the mirror of vague
Polished by lies
Told by bruises

Love is optical
Reflection of the wanderers
Less taken
Lost as it ends
Insignificant feeling
Yet drawing serious addiction

Come in sudden
Leave as it missed
Gone
Or gone forever

Love kills
And fear us
As it is an optic
To seek
Or to be able to see
Thou it is false
But adjustment will prove it right

The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,

This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.

They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.

They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.