tukang sapu

tukang sapu
temanku bilang, sehari cuma delapan ribu
maka ia pun termangu
penuh harap dapat membantu

tukang sapu
adakah dirimu pilu
memikirkan istri anakmu
jangankan sekolah, makan saja tak tentu

tukang sapu
kiranya kabar baik bagimu
temanku insinyur baru
hatinya lembut, jiwanya syahdu

tukang sapu
nasehat ibu, berbuat baik janganlah ragu
maka sehari pun temanku tak menunggu
karena gatot kaca pun tak kan begitu

kota kembang

siang hari di bale-bale rumah busana
rintik hujan menetes malas
sangsi tuk sudahi, namun enggan menderas

duduk anggun sang nonik
dengan tarikan nafas teratur
matanya dan alam bertegur
menatap batu kali terkikis tak kunjung hancur

orang-orang lalu lalang
ia tak peduli, tak mau berpikir panjang
nikmat harum hujan terlalu jarang
tuk dilewatkan amatlah sayang

patung kodok gendong-gendongan
dinaungi hiasan lonceng berderetan
kota kembang, aku kembali lagi
mencari kesejukan di antara sunyi

saturday nite

it's almost twelve
will go to bed, i promised the elf

so i turn off the light,
pull my blanket,
then perfect position is set

first yawn, my heart beats fast
my eyes getting watery, but the lungs pump crazy drums

No! No! Not now! Stay awake!
Protested the blood in my vein
It's not late, it's only twilight!
Tell me you are young, or you just got insane
when you propose excuses from a super saturday nite!

mélancolie

everything still lingers
the annoying way you present your irresistible smile,
how cuddly you look that anyone wouldn't help to kiss,
and i would burst into tears upon your apologies,

this time i only wish i could swim into the past
and if this is not right, i beg for forgiveness
tormented would i be,
when the pictures could be recalled clearly,
but impossible any could be brought back into reality

or i'll just embrace everything here inside
learn never to take anything for granted
and i hope everyone would agree,
when i entitle this moment 'mélancolie'

a soccer player

if I were you, I would be a soccer player
for nothing in the world would thrill your soul that way
for nothing up in the sky would paint such grin on your face
for nothing from heaven could tell you how sweet a life can be
it's your ball, it's your hall
it’s a gift, and it’s only yours.