Is There Anybody There?

When you are posing right under the rain of light
you got blind and deaf
of the look of the truth and the song of love

When you are now in total darkness
you hear all those voices you used to ignore are fading away
and begin to be so worried that you cried:

Is there anybody there?

Thick Longing

pic by Simon Howden

In the darkness of winter
I was wrapped by a thick blanket of longing

while shivering, I began to wonder
if you have the same feeling




*written for Carry on Tuesday #134 and Creative Writing Ink.
Also linked in Poetry Pantry #78

I Hear the Silence

Picture courtesy: Nia Janiar

I know it’s not easy for you, so does for me

we used to hear voices:

happiness and laughter

sadness and silent cries

in the small package we call friendship

We used to find each other’s eyes

for they keep a naked mystery, all memories,

as mystery is always about curiosity

we find joy living in it, make fun of it

As now the mystery speaks the truth itself

we are unavoidably speechless, we cannot rephrase it;

you pretend not to hear a thing

but prefer sitting alone listening to the silence,

I of course hear nothing (from the silence),

but I understand more…

#Sunday, October 23, 2011#


#Note: written for Carry on Tuesday.

The Window

Photo Courtesy: Nia Janiar
(A window in Museum Konperensi Asia-Afrika—Bandung, West Java, Indonesia)

When I look into your eyes

I feel like sitting in a small and dark room

with a small window

Through the window, I see the world outside

From the window, I get a shaft of light
—but it's limited to a square of windowsill

How I wished I sat in a room

with many of windows

To see more, to get more

#written and linked in for: 

  Carry on Tuesday#122, Thursday Think Tank#65, Sunday Scribblings #284, and Poetry Pantry #66