Puspa Pesona

Bunga di tepi jalan
Apa yang ia lakukan disitu?
Sendirian, berdiri rapuh
Sesekali bergoyang tertiup angin
Warnanya tak pudar terkena terik dan tetes cuaca
Putih bersih dengan dedaunan hijau
Orang berlalu tak pernah menghiraukan
Sibuk sendiri dengan dunianya
Egois
Tak pernah terbangun dan tersentak
Menyadari ada sesuatu yang indah terbengkalai percuma
Anehnya, bunga itu hanya diam
Tak berteriak pun melawan
Ia diam, mungkin pasrah
Hanya mengamati dunia
Melalui kelopak demi kelopak
Ia mungkin hanya melihat
Tapi ia dapat merasakan
Dan ia mengerti

Broken Angel

The was one sunny day
The day when I took a step to the land of happiness, they said
But hapiness is just a state of mind
A lucide dream
Because when I saw smiles and laughs
I saw the thing that I shouldn't see
I catch a glimpse on it

An angel
Sitting there, alone
With a frown on her face
She should be happy
She should be smiling,
She looks beautiful with that
But her hands explain everything

Now I see
She loves to draw
But she doesn't draw art
She draw the story that hard to explain
She use her hands as the canvas
And blades as the brush

Now I see
Behind her sleeve
Behind her frown
Under her clothes
She's dying
She's holding tears

She's just like me.

Paris, 2014