The Empress of Byzantium

Today I cry for you
Oh poor beautiful soul
With purely innocent heart
And a never-dimmed smile
No matter how badly people hurt you
But your love never fails

The blood which runs in your veins,
Runs in mine too
But not even a bit I’m wise like you
If you’re an angel, I’m sure it’s true
For you never let me stew

Oh poor beautiful soul
My heart breaks into pieces
When I ponder over your tears
Why do they take so much from you
While you never stop giving the best of you

And when you feel that you’ve no rights
Everything is not a pretty sight
There you sit still, never shift
Til u experience an enormous uplift
Being a sincere God’s gift

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one question a day. when it pops out, neglect it not. have a brainstorming session - with a partner if you're lucky enough to find one, or with your very own head if time and space limit your existence. that keeps us healthy. that helps us grow. even you fall asleep and still couldn't figure out the answer, but you're definitely on the way... and an on-the-way is always better than a never-start.

enjoy exploring the beauty of free mind!

Black OR White

The walking clouds

And the flying black birds

which I saw this morning

Remind me to move on

No, baby, it’s not the right time

to complicate the life nor to mess it up

Except on zebra’s extravagant skin,

Black and white can’t live together

And I don’t wanna be a monster

Or just someone who I am not in the mirror

Black is extremely elegant,

White tremendously magnificent

But mixing both,

watching them blending into grey,

are just a beauty suicide

Even an MJ couldn’t have both

Thus he needed to choose, ‘Black OR White’

si angka lima

dua hari yang lalu…

aku pusing mikirin bayar kos… duit di tabungan ga cukup… apa harus tuker bill euro yg ada di dompet? cuma 2 lembar… apa boleh buat :)

sehari yang lalu…

jam makan siang aku jalan ke bank… akirnya ikhlasin nukerin 50 euro, setor ke tabungan… tarik uang lagi dari atm, supaya bisa bayar uang kos :)

malamnya… aku serahkan uang kos ke tante kos… tapi tiba-tiba… ‘eh eh eh’, kata tante kos… ‘ini segini aja (seraya mengembalikan selembar HK$ 500), kan udah winter, jadi listriknya ga banyak’…. WOW!!! luar biasa baiknya om dan tante kos-ku… itung2, 50 euro-ku balik lg ke dompet :)

hari ini…

baidut ngabarin ttg rencana kita membantu teman… dan kita akan saweran IDR 500,000… kurang lebih sama dengan 50 euro! jadi pas bgt, emang si 50 euro udah diteken ama Yang Di Atas untuk disalurkan ke yang membutuhkan… skali lagi, RUARRR BIASAAA!!!! :)

50 euro = HK$ 500 = IDR 500,000…. yang pasti ini milikmu, bukan milikku… terima kasih untuk kesempatan merasakan kebaikan dan ajaibnya cara Tuhan bekerja :)

no baby, no cry...

she cried... and cried... and cried...

exhausted or failed to adjust to the school environment,

i could not tell

she'd cried for hours

that she had no more tears left

some teachers tried to calm her down

held her in their laps

hugged her tight

sweet words came out of their mouths

anything they could do to make her stop crying

i'd finished my classes

and was kinda tired too

i could barely handle another crying sounds

but what can i say, i just can't ignore the painful voice

so i tried to hold this little soul

sang her a lullaby, but still she didn't stop

then i carried her to my desk

played a random video from youtube

a young girl on the piano, a surprise symphony from haydn was on

and slowly my girl stopped sobbing

as her eyes were focusing on the video

i kept running the clip for a few minutes

and later...

there she was - peacefully asleep

what a privilege i've got as a teacher

as i could witness this tiny human being rested in deep serenity

here, just here, tightly against me...

and whom i should thank to?

music, who else :)

seputar bus 95c

(sambil mendengarkan 'lukisan pagi' oleh tohpati dan shakila)

pagi ini...

anak kecil itu naik bus lagi

masih dengan wajah lugunya

masih dengan gandengan tangan ibunya

kali ini mereka berdiri bersandar pada tiang

erat sang bunda memastikan kenyamanan ananda

masih teringat kemarin mereka bercanda

ibu mengelitiki si anak

si anak tertawa kegirangan

lalu akhirnya lelah dan bersandar pada lengan ibunya

sore ini...

sepasang kekasih berjalan berdampingan

usianya tak muda lagi, terurai dari rambut yg memutih

sang istri menyimpan sisa-sisa kecantikannya

sang suami dengan celana pendek dan kaus hampir tak berlengan,

pun topi pet menyiratkan hasrat muda yang belum pudar

tak bergandengan, namun berbincang ringan

tanpa beban, walau jalan mulai menanjak

kantong belanjaan di tangan,

turun dari bus dengan melenggang

langkahnya pasti, penuh harapan

oh betapa indah kehidupan... hanya 20 menit menumpang bus nomor 95c, namun sungguh kaya pemandangan yang dapat kurasa... tawa merdu yang kudengar... segala buat ku menghela napas panjang dan kembali bersyukur pada Yang Kuasa... terima kasih untuk tumpangan bus hari ini :)

inginku, pertiwi

tujuh belas agustus dua ribu sepuluh

bukan bermaksud aku berkeluh,

namun hati ini malu penuh

bukannya mengunjungi sang saka

malah kupasang rok batik belaka

sajikan masakan ibunda tanda bersuka

apa yang telah kubuat untukmu, pertiwi?

tiada pun sekecil biji sesawi

kali ini kan kugunakan waktu hingga bawa arti

hingga suatu hari saat kukembali

kiranya ada buah yang bisa kau nikmati

selamat hari jadi, indonesia

merdekalah pikiran manusiamu

merdekalah jiwa yang masih merana

merdekalah hati terharu-biru

berkibarlah senantiasa di segala pulau

dan kian harumlah namamu selalu