Rupanya hujan di siang hari,

Gerimis
di tengah Solstis,

ke mana perginya
sang Suria
pada siang hari?

Mungkin
di sebalik
kepulan awan
yang gelap.

Mengintai.

Seolah diujinya kita
dengan kesejukan.

Angin luar
seperti
mengundang bencana.

Berjelaga
dalam ketenangan.

Mungkin
tercicir ingatan ku.

Mungkin
gundah
gerak-geri ku.

Bilakah akan
pulih ingatan ku?

Dari manakah
akan datangnya
ketenangan ku?

The World We Live In:

Monotheism: Can you imagine a broad river that divides for a while into three different streams before it once again becomes one greater wide river?

No, actually, I can write my essays better in the dark.

O'

how I long

for

the darkest,

longest

winter nights!

Then,

we'd have more

lone time together.

Why have you not?

In the outskirts of my mind;

A composition
of pragmatism.

Ideal.

O'
what cruelty
the outside
world bears!

Tis'
not equal
to a reflection even.

Naught
but shadows
of this
restless transition.

But,
is he not real?

That corner
you've kept
secretly sacred.

Hath he not
whispered
fine-sounding
words,

resembling
poetries of
the finest feeling?

That garden
of your unconscious
made conscious.

That flame,
into light.

Why then
haven't you
stepped outside,

and let live?

Gaya Bebas

Berjalaga dalam lautan kata-kata akademia.

Dan rindu.