You're a call
to leave the world of virtual
Embark on a real journey we shall
to the midnight realm of the whimsical
Past the yellow cavalry
and the anonymous imagery
We'll find ourselves reading poetry!
One day we sit by the creek
or watch the city from over the peak
One day we become the expert of avocado pies
Next we are the pros of tarantulas and butterflies
You're a call
a bus ride ticket to the enchanting fall
I hope this feeling is mutual
'Cause I don't want this list to end, that is all!

Tenggelam dalam riak nafasmu
Bagai ombak bertalu-talu di tepian kalbu
Terbuai oleh lantunan irama kehidupan
Bersenandung dibalik kerangkeng iga

Aku perahu di lautan luasmu
Tanpa dermaga yang hendak ku tuju
Hening malam tak kuasa membungkam
Detak yang berteriak memuja semesta

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*Engulfed in the ripples of your breath
Tides pulsing at the shorelines of soul
Lulled by the chanting rhythm of life
Strumming against the rib cage

I am a boat in your vast ocean
Without a harbor to go to
The silence of night can't hold in
the heartbeats that bellow praises to universe

Semburat lembayung mewarnai cakrawala
Hawa senja mendekap sisa asa yang masih ada
Tak seorangpun berani berbicara
Terbungkam oleh angan menembus masa


Mentari lambat laun kembali ke persembunyiannya
Bumi seolah bernafas kembali
Setelah terengah-engah berlari bersama waktu
Mencambuk manusia untuk selalu mengejar sesuatu

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*Tinge of violet washes over the horizon
The breath of dusk embraces the remnants of hope
No one dares to speak a word
Stifled by desires that pierce through the ages

The Sun slowly returns to its lair
As Earth begins to breathe again
After a winded race against Time
Lashing Man into a perpetual pursuit of Things

Aku mengejarmu
ke tempat bayanganmu pernah singgah
Mencari suaramu di tengah hiruk pikuk kota yang tak pernah tidur
Sepi menoreh di tengah keramaian
Ketika orang mabuk oleh ilusi,
Aku sadar akan ketiadaan
Ketika mereka tenggelam dalam lautan cahaya,
Aku pudar dalam kelamnya sunyi
Mengejarmu ke kota yang telah kau tinggalkan

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I'm chasing you
to the place your shadow once alighted
Finding your voice in the midst of cacophony
of the city that never sleeps
Solitude incised through the crowd
People are drunk with illusion
Alone I am aware of the void
They are drowned in a sea of lights
I am fading inside the leaden silence
Chasing you to the place you've left behind

Your sincerity submerges me deep in the warmth of unknown ocean
I am afraid to realize how fragile I am when your hand slightly touches mine
I am caught up in a waveless turbulence of your dreams
Washed away on a shore of undefined feelings
In this place, the flow of time loses its weight when you're not around.
The racing digits no longer haunt me
They're pacing in a merely andante tempo, as if to mock me with their gift of restlessness
The empty space you leave behind carries a scent of uncertainty
White noise drones in place of your voice
All I can hear is the tiny whispers of doubt mixed with an air of self-deprecation
We are straddling on the surface, trying to keep everything light
Because you know the breathlessness under
The cold blue depth that's suffocating with each failed expectation, yet blinding with every promises of future
Am I really drowning or is it just a make believe
Because I can't clearly see the boundaries.

Waiting for "later" to come
Indefinitely anticipating for such indefinite term to arrive
Solitary spark of hope quickly dies out in solitude
He is not here


Yet the heart keeps on holding
On the promise made perhaps rather hastily
Ultimately she tries to understand


Wanting for "later" to come
Ebbs of time flowing back to many moons ago
Relapse to the point where everything was sweet-sounding
Eventually those dulcet words will fade away, won't they?


Heaviness of the heart truly suffocates
Embracing each little word that he said
Refusing to let go the rotting chains that no longer bind
Enslaving self to waiting in vain

Chained by desire
we are, wanting to be free
I am letting it go
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A happy birthday
and a goodbye to follow
No awkward handshake
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September of love
ends with March of dissension
Ten, eleven, twelve
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Drunk in dulcet words
we were at the beginning
Sober in the end
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Ultimately drowned
in the sea of broken hopes
Painful departure