"syurga" poems
heaven was
ink set in binded text
cotton veils on prayer mats
a never ending trial
guilty day by guilty night
higher presence
cornering me.
but when I was
in your arms, heaven was
so close I didn't even have to reach,
I could taste it,
sweet syurga;
your rose-dusted cheeks,
petal soft,
eyelashes,
the tips of butterfly feet, gentle
against my neck, your hair, framing your face so
angelically,
jet black waterfall slipping through my fingers gripping, gripping at
liquid so
impossibly,
God is dead.
God is dead.
God is dead.
heaven
is
out
of
reach
again.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
Mana mungkin pendosa seperti aku berjalan ke syurga itu,
Mana mungkin manusia sesuci kamu tidak berjalan terus ke syurga itu.
Aku mampu bermimpi,
Aku mampu berdoa,
Akan tetapi hakim dunia tetap akan memandang sucinya engkau yang bertutup litup sebagai bidadari syurga.
Sedangkan aku, hanyalah si cela.
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 8:37 AM UTC