different seasons

Season has passed, seemed like a passing windbut the pain remains the same and full of questionsthreaten the future and make a song sad at heartcreate a different image on every nightdancing with the sound of silk
A cry that is not watery piled into one reprimand in reverieand asked him who he is?that it is in the heart shadowand I remained conscious
Smiles and tears is a dramawhich is always healthy to breathe whenif you're sick then dyingbut it's no good if you go leave me

I am a victim of the seasondifferent seasonsseason, which leads south to northabandon and leave tracks in the east west

mencoba mengerti kelam

kelam tidak gelap

dan gelap akan kelam

meski sedikit nampak yang merasakan hati

bila padu-padam dalam sukma yang terpenjara maka nyawa adalah hutang

bila lamunan adalah sisa akal sehat, kemana logika nasionalisme? yang dahulu dicipta dengan darah dan pengorbanan

bila cinta adalah nestapa maka pulanglah ke rumah dan menangislah...

senyuman terlahir dari jiwa yang bersih, dan canda tawa terlahir dari dosa yang dilupakan

amarah lahir dari beban yang kokoh, kelembutan lahir dari adam dan hawa

semenjak pertama kali tidak nampak sekali nampak maka Tuhan pemegang kendalinya

yah kembalilah ke tanah tempat si kaki kali pertama berpijak

maka jangan sekali menoleh pada apa yang menyakitkan

karena sisa itu adalah penderitaan

dan penderitaan adalah kebahagian yang tertunda dan mungkin terlewat

atau bila tak bisa tidur, tetaplah menulis pada lembaran yang benar-benar kosong

tulislah disana semua mimpimu

dan kirimi surat pada Tuhanmu lewat doamu

story

The sky became quiet when the night comesstars are hiding behind the clouds that are not visiblegrass swayed by strong windsthat night no one looked at when I'm heartbroken

Memories will always remember the dream of the pastalthough it will remain the same pass directiondespite the different times will remain the same directionthough the color will remain the same meanings facilitate

How far the distance between love and hateso that the heart is not able to kindlythere was no smile on her face paintedand weeping hearts only just

Long story will be told as the historyhistory between sweet and bitter tastethere will be full of questionsgrandmother would answer with a smile

Even if only for a moment dreamand the promise of the wing is flyingthe promise of fish is swimmingand the promise of water is flowing

lemah

http://merhamet.multiply.com/journal/item/44

with u

http://merhamet.multiply.com/journal/item/46

with the same breath

With the same breath
I looked and was impressed hearts of your deep feelings
we never met, but we can feel
Is this the power of love?
or are you just a thirsty Indian child, love and affection?
or are you just a young man who always longed for true love?
we were young
we still want to always feel the sweetness of love
but we always get the opposite.
our togetherness, capable of nailing a feeling that even though the distance to the separator in between us.

every time we spent together as the load of the gods
any feelings that inhabit our hearts like the overflow of their respective god
every breath if far apart, then snap it onto the foot is like god in our hearts
each is not connected, we like being thrown out of heaven

we are sons of Adam and Eve
our reward is with them
and their sin we also entailed
let us pray together, may we be together forever with the same breath

women at the end of time

http://beautydragon.multiply.com/journal/item/3/women_at_the_end_of_time