Wednesday Sky

Do not looking up at the ceiling
while I am reading your fav poetry
Just look for a glimpse inside my eyes
Stand there for a minute or two

What do you see?

There's a long silence
Before you open up your mouth to say,

I saw a rainbow
Then now closed by a bit dark sky
But it's not the point
I only saw an ant
Climbing a rock hill

He surprised me

Never thought of anyone could think
Any of those sights

I get up
And leave him alone at the ceiling
He called me

Do not leaving me at the ceiling
Just stand there and look at my eyes

What do you see?
It's only a sky
With a black bird and a mountain
Like your drawing when you're four

Is that all?

What should I say?

Did you just made up all those things before?

No,
I saw the same thing as what you've seen

What do you see?

A sky.
At today, a sky in Wednesday.

Coming Home Soon

Afternoon never feels like home, before
It warms us, on the cold night
Tear us down when the fan is off

There's a book shelf, containing thick paper
You say that you love to read me a book
Till I smile and start to close my eyes
Under the orange lamp and a heavy wind

Afternoon never feels like home, after
Flood coming down to the loft
Erasing all good stories and lovely smile
He's all disappeared, gone
With the very last smile I know

Now it's only a cream blanket and your green shirt
Left me speechless
Heartless

People said you never go home, till forever
But I know you will come
To my wildest dream
Through your soundless whisper

To tell me
That you're going to come home
Very soon.

I woke up the next morning,
Realize
The only thing I saw is an empty blanket
With a letter on it, saying
I am coming home, soon.

Heterogenic Mind

Green stars below the orange moon

Night becomes so soft & airy

I stand between the shadow of your black cat who used to live near my garden

Chasing a little mouse who walk slowly at the roof

Tonight's sky is not as black as your fav jaguar

He turns gray, like my nanny's thin hair

But not as gray as your new phone

But I still know, that

Deep in your thought

The sky was red

And the moon was blue

The stars not shining

But they just past the sun

The goat do not eating green grass

But purple coal

Who made them delicious

But who cares

You invent a lonely guy who passed the moon

And visit the empty planet

Just to meet his guardian

But who cares

You create the most dangerous phrases

The most beautiful ideas

And turn them to money

But who cares

Who cares

You intermediate my brain

Articulate my nerves.

A Long Distance Lover

You were born in the spring season

Where flowers blossom like a sugar

Where a bird yell louder than a public choir

And fly higher than a jet plane

I was raised in a land without sand and track

Where wombs will came out and look for a string

Where a cat can run faster than your 5yo kid rides a bike

Where your father just sit and watch you smile

You were raised in a city full of joy & laughter

Fulfilling every sadness mind

And empty soul

Cutting a bad joke & satire story

I used to live in a place called miracle

The sun was yellow but sometimes blue

The river not always flow but it always looks tasty

I saw you there, once

When I pick my candy next to your ice cream cone

You are now gone

To the world I never know

To the language I may not understand

Or maybe you just disappear

To make a distance

To see if love still grows even when we're apart for a long time

How far love can separate heart to their beats?

I don't think it takes a very long distance away.

July 5th

Run away

So people won't chase

Or they won't remember you

So peope don't kill

Or don't shoot you.

Run away

So happiness can find you

Or not

So kindness will catch you

Or not.

Run away

So you can hide the shame

Or they will blame

So you can free from your mistake

Or they will take away your pride.

Run away

Cause I don't know what to do

Run away

Cause maybe I can be another people

Run away

Cause maybe I will find you

Between the thombs and storms.

The Answer of My Own Questions

Jika di kemudian hari seseorang menghampiri dan bertanya kepadaku apa yang kau harapkan dalam hidup, maka aku akan menjawabnya sebagai ketenangan dan kebaikan, mungkin sedikit kebahagiaan.

Dan jika suatu saat dokter menanyaiku ketika aku berobat, apa keluhan kau selama ini, akan ku jawab tak ada keluhan apapun dalam hidupku, kecuali keluhanku terhadap diriku kenapa tak dapat merasa cukup atas semua yang telah Tuhan beri.

Bagaimana jika koki masak bintang lima mendatangiku dan bertanya, mengapa kau tidak makan dengan lahap padahal menurut semua orang masakanku sangatlah nikmat, maka jawabanku adalah bukan tidak enak makanan yang ku makan saat ini, namun aku sedang berfikir kenapa aku harus menghabiskan uang hanya untuk sepiring kecil kue, sedangkan roti di pasar saja cukup mengenyangkan.

Ataupun jika tiba-tiba penjaga toko baju menghampiriku dengan tatap curiga dan bertanya, apa lagi yang ditunggu, kenapa tidak coba saja dan langsung beli, aku harus menjawab sudah banyak celana yang kupunya, mungkin aku belum membutuhkan yang baru.

Namun, jika secara tak terduga malaikat pencabut nyawa mendatangiku dalam mimpi dan bertanya apa yang bisa kau bawa untuk tidak masuk neraka, jawabanku adalah aku tak punya jawabannya, karena aku belum punya apa-apa.

Semua orang dapat membeli apapun, intan permata, mutiara bahkan lautan. Apakah bekal itu yang akan kalian bawa hingga liang kubur.

Jika diantaranya kau bagikan kepada yang butuh, aku turut bahagia.

Aku juga masih belajar.

Untuk dapat membawa bekal terbaik menuju kesana.

Some of my dedication to Murakami's masterpiece and many books of his

Some people may starting to like him, there is no harm result by loving him, cause loving him is not a sin or forbidden. Loving him is like getting so much energy come inside through the brain to the heart, flushing around cheek and ear. Soundless meaning, but lovable thought. Writing about him is difficult somehow, you just can not put as beautiful as he wrote on every single pages.

I never write a full review of his novels, but I assure you that I always amazed on how he finished the stories. He fulfill my knowledge and imagination, my vocabularies and strange love definition. I'd like to thank him on his birthday a month ago, but unfortunately I forgot to continue this ode to his masterpieces.

Celebrate a happy moment never have an expired date.
Happy Birthday, Murakami.

Love,
N