Ashes and Summer Rain

During the course of last year, rain has never stopped falling here. Boulevards painted silver; raindrops find their way sitting on leaves; there are no windows remain unsoaked; petrichor can be smelled, as it basically merges with the town atmosphere; the sounds resounding as heaven’s tears met their relatives fallen first that made residences on…

Synecdoche

The past is a candle at great distance: Too close to let you quit, too far to comfort you.” – Amy Bloom, Away. “I knew you’d be here, somehow.” As if welcoming me was your familiar voice; the same voice I’ve been longing to hear for these past years; the voice I have never been…

Anecdoche Romanticism

“So this guy at work just got himself a new partner!” “Is that so? But hey, listen, I too have a story to tell—” This is what normal life for the two of us: talking, as if we were both machine guns that instead of spewing out ammo, words coming endlessly from the crevice of…

Misericordia

You were beautiful; the way you smile, the way you move your entire body, the way you speak with a voice unique to you and only you. It was raining that day, and none of us brought our umbrella. We sat on a small stool, right next to the window facing the street. For a…

Roundabout Telltale of Happiness

There is nothing wrong with our relationship. We would openly show off our connections in public: holding hands, hugging each other, light kiss on each other’s cheek; we are perfect, a match made in heaven. We are perfect inside out, to the point everyone is envious of us.

I am but a mist; vile, and nothing more. Without no light, simply vices and nothing more. I am but a fire; a sign of true knowledge, Prometheus protected till air he no longer breathe.

Rain

In the town where I live, rain to the land is as human to drink—simply something that happens from time to time, countlessly. It can rain anytime and anywhere, even without any kinds of warning beforehand. And just like that, today too, rains; it’s been like that the whole day, to the extent it causing…

Entah sudah berapa kali Bumi berhasil mengelilingi pusat tata suryanya sejak kata-kata terlontar di antara kita. Tiga? Lima? Atau baru dua? Sudah lama hitungan kuhentikan. Dan di antara banyak hari yang ada, di ratusan hingga ribuan kombinasi jam dan menit yang terbentuk jadi satu kemungkinan, tangan kasat mata yang jauh di luar kekuatan kita memilih…

Gugur

“Terebah tak berubah tubuh kita pada sebuah ruang yang penuh kenang Tak terucap kata meski sekejap hanya duka dan air mata yang bicara Tubuh terkulai angan tak sampai Usai sudah cerita suka Tawa canda;  sirna — lara Takkan slamanya ini duka, tunggu saja di tempat yang berbeda di hari yang tak sama” – Jalan Pulang,…