weather

Here, there’s no color change in December
Trees still have their green leaves
Rose still has its red
River and lake aren’t frozen
Just the sky which looks more greyish

She’s tired of hearing the curse
which released by the uncontrolled emotions
in the house, in the office, in the streets
when the horn was beeped together
by the impatients driver who stuck at the traffic and blazing daylight

She was moved to the rhythm of the rain
after waiting in the longing room
during long dry season

If the sound of rain is a song, then she wants this song played in her head when her lips are unable to sing a song of sadness anymore

Yogyakarta, December 8th, 2019-08.37 p.m. -after the heavy rain-

Good morning, sunrise!
How’s your sleep last night?
I hope the darkness didn’t give you a nightmare
So, you can wake up with your smiley face

It’s August, but I still feel this cold breeze
It’s dry season now, but my wounds are still wet
Can the dry season sun dry these?
Can the dry season sun vaporize my nightmares about you?

Night disappeared
swallowed by day
light replaced darkness
but, darkness will conquer light
when the dusk comes

The sky closed its curtains
it’s the time for day to sleep
and night will be the ruler

The cold air of dry season hold my breathe
freeze my memories of the dark days
Please, send me Your warmth
to break the ice between me and my hopes

Yogyakarta, August 10th, 2019-08.43 a.m.

Poem | Song of The Rain

Poem | The Ballad of Dry Season