the longest kiss

that first kiss
still lingers with me

that magic number
between three and seven and a half
that defines
you
and me

from countless hours
to days
to weeks
to months
and probably for years to come

those stolen kisses
will always be there
your first
and mine

and though you said
'thank goodness i'll only know you for a short time
or i'd be in love with you'
we both found out
that falling in love
took no time at all

but the kiss
the first magical one
took forever

Salatiga, February 26, 2011.

rasa hangat di dada

namamu
menyelinap halus dari sepasang bibirku
seperti kenangan tentangmu
yang hadir begitu saja

senyummu
takkan pernah lekang dimakan waktu
walau bertahun sudah tak pernah kulihat itu
hadir di depan mataku

bagiku
begitu banyak kenangan tersisa
pertanyaan
perandaian
sejumput penyesalan
yang tak jua melapuk memudar
tentangmu

tapi untukmu
masih selalu ada rasa hangat itu
ketika aku sekedar mengingatmu
atau dengan takzim menyebut namamu

teman kecilku

Salatiga, 26 Februari 2011.

Memory is a strange animal...

Memory is a strange animal
it wraps itself around you
protects you from harsh reality
keeps you somewhere safe
and warm

Memory is a strange animal
it brings back pain
keeps hatred alive and kicking
and let you hold grudge

Memory is a strange animal
running wild inside you head
turning in circles inside your heart
and left you completely lost

Memory is a strange animal
it burns you inside
engulfs you in crazy fires
longing
anger

it freezes you down
with desperation
loneliness
alienation

Memory is a strange animal
it gives you yesterday
it might give you tomorrow....
but in truth
it takes away your today

Salatiga, February 2011

the men with beautiful eye lashes

my
men
had
beautiful
eye
lashes

long and perfect
over a pair of
browns
blacks
greens
greys
blues
hazelnuts

my
men
had
beautiful
eye
lashes

and i wonder why
that's the one thing
that amazed me
the most.

glimpses of life

little squares of light
yellow warm light

books stacked to the ceiling
single orchid on a windowsill
empty loveseat with a cozy throw on top of it
table with napkins strewn all over
people sitting around dinner

little squares of light
yellow warm light

passed by quickly
as the train swished by
in the middle of a barren winter land
cutting through the white track

little squares of light
yellow warm light

glimpses of life
suspended in one moment in time
within the warmth of the familiar

little squares of light
yellow warm light

i wonder what would have been visible
if someone had looked into the window
of my old apartment
as they passed by
in the dead of a winter night

Friedrichsdorf - Frankfurt a.M. - Darmstadt train, January 2010