Kiss The Rain

Pawana..do you hear the rain? it's pouring down......

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HzsdPipotWo

Kiss The Rain

        -Yiruma

I often close my eyes
And I can see you smile
You reach out for my hand
And I'm woken from my dream
Although your heart is mine
It's hollow inside
I never had your love
And I never will

And every night
I lie awake
Thinking maybe you love me
Like I've always loved you
But how can you love me
Like I loved you when
You can't even look me straight in my eyes

I've never felt this way
To be so in love
To have someone there
Yet feel so alone
Aren't you supposed to be
The one to wipe my tears
The on to say that you would never leave

The waters calm and still
My reflection is there
I see you holding me
But then you disappear
All that is left of you
Is a memory
On that only, exists in my dreams

I don't know what hurts you
But I can feel it too
And it just hurts so much
To know that I can't do a thing
And deep down in my heart
Somehow I just know
That no matter what
I'll always love you


So why am I still here in the rain 

Hidup Untukmu Mati Tanpamu - NOAH

NOAH – Hidup Untukmu Mati Tanpamu 

                                           

                                           -Ryan D'Masiv

Begitu banyak hal yang ku alami, yang ku temui

Saat bersamamu ku rasa senang, ku rasa sedih

Air mata ini menyadarkanku

Kau takkan pernah jadi milikku

Air mata ini menyadarkanku

Kau takkan pernah menjadi milikku

Tak pernah ku mengerti aku segila ini

Aku hidup untukmu, aku mati tanpamu

Tak pernah ku sadari aku sebodoh ini

Aku hidup untukmu, aku mati tanpamu

Air mata ini menyadarkanku oooh

Kau takkan pernah menjadi milikku ooo

Tak pernah ku mengerti aku segila ini

Aku hidup untukmu, aku mati tanpamu

Tak pernah ku sadari aku sebodoh ini

Aku hidup untukmu, aku mati tanpamu

Battle scars

Battle scars - Guy Sebastian


I wish I never looked, I wish I never touched
I wish I couldn't feel, I wish I couldn't love
These battle scars, don't look like they're fading
Don't look like they're ever going away
They ain't never gonna change
These battle scars, don't look like they're fading
Don't look like they're ever going away
They ain't never gonna change
These battle...

Surat Kepada Pawana

Surat Kepada Pawana

Malam tidak pernah terlalu dingin
Namun berkali-kali kata-kataku beku
Kaku
Kertas-kertasku telanjang kelu
Bisu

Bahkan waktu pun menari
Memanggil dengan detik emosi
Dentangnya menanti
Lagi

Kepada pawana..
Sempat aku mencoba menyapa
Klise aku bertanya
Bahagiakah engkau disana

Entah bagaimana
Kau ada
Semu jauh meraba
Setia

Seharusnya lama kusadari
Sejak berusaha mengingkari
Kincir yang tak berputar lagi
Kembali

Maafkan aku pawana
Untuk jutaan kata yang membeku
Untuk kertas-kertas yang kelu
Telanjang dan membisu
Disana kusimpan segala deru

Maafkan aku pawana
Untuk setiap lelah malam berliku
Pertanyaanku hanya satu
Disana kusisipkan luapan rindu

Aku..

26 Agustus 2012 (surat ketika tidak hanya malam yg membatasi..)

( Bersama engkau, aku hanya kepala tanpa rencana

Telanjang tanpa kata-kata 

Cuma kini

Tinggal sunyi

Dan, waktu perlahan mati

 —— Partikel by Dee )

Surat Pagi Ini

Surat Pagi Ini

Ketika waktu berlari dan berlari

Mengantar maju tanggal menari

Masih dengan kota dan debu-debunya yang lama

Yang tidak bisa perduli kau bersandar terjaga

Terkulai atau merana

Ketika waktu mengental dan menggumpal

Menyumbat tepat jalan pulang yang kebal

Masih dengan kunci dan alas kaki yang sama

Yang tidak bisa memilih akan dibawa kemana

Sampai kapan dan mengapa

Tiba saatnya jangan lagi bertanya

Karena itu masanya kita bercanda

Bercanda rela duduk mencintai

Bercanda rela duduk terlukai

Duduk setiap detiknya penantian

Menanti semi datang mengusir dingin pergi

Menanti mimpi datang mengusir realita pagi

Karena setiap detiknya adalah penantian

Ketika begitu banyak pilihan dan kesempatan

Ternyata tak cukup kuasa mengalihkan

Sungguh ingin bercanda..

Katakan kau sedang bercanda..

Beijing, 10 May 2012 , 6:35 AM

Princess Takara Nori

    風~あなたはどこにいる？我需要你

轰轰烈烈爱 ~ 一次...就够了

轰轰烈烈的爱一生一次就够了。吃不下饭、睡不好觉。太折磨人。一次...就够了。

Kesempatan dalam Hatimu by Rendy Laksana

Kesempatan dalam Hatimu

(instrumental version)

Music by Rendy Laksana 

http://www.myspace.com/rendylaksana

Semangkuk Acar untuk Cinta dan Tuhan (2007) by Dewi 'Dee' Lestari

    Demikianlah kami berdua, dengan mata mengerjap-ngerjap perih, mengupasi bawang dengan kuku yang akhirnya lebih mirip pencacah. Serpihan-serpihan bawang berantakan mengotori meja. Dan akhirnya kami berhenti ketika serpihan terakhir terlampau kecil untuk bisa di kupas.

      Berlinangan air mata, yang jatuh bukan karena suka atau duka, aku pun berkata “inilah cinta. Inilah Tuhan. Tangan kita bau menyengat, mata kita perih seperti disengat, dan tetap kita tidak menggenggam apa-apa." Sambil terisak, yang bukan karena haru bahagia atau haru nelangsa, lagi aku berkata, " Itulah cinta. itulah Tuhan. Pengalaman, bukan penjelasan, perjalanan, bukan tujuan. Pertanyaan, yang sungguh tidak berjodoh dengan segala jawaban.”

Madre – Juni 2011

Dewi ‘Dee’ Lestari

Perempuan dan Rahasia (2006) by Dewi ‘Dee’ Lestari

Siapa itu yang berdiam dalam keanggunan

Tanpa perlu mengucap apa-apa

Ialah puisi yang merajut cinta dengan bumi dan rahasia

Hingga semua jiwa bergetar saat pulang ke pelukannya

Madre – Juni 2011

Dewi ‘Dee’ Lestari

ebo

Photoshoot by Andy Solihin n friends

Inspiring Love Story

, l

Married or not you should read this...


“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

anonymous

I Love Books

Just like now

Rinduku di Hati

Hey.. Sayang..

Ingatkah kamu..

Pernah kubercerita tentang rindu

Rinduku tentu kepadamu

Ketika itu aku berkata

Rindu itu ada

Di setiap malam tiba

Dalam hati bertanya

Terlelapkah kau disana

Hey.. Sayang..

Tahukah kamu..

Waktu kubercerita tentang rindu

Rinduku pasti kepadamu

Sesungguhnya ingin kuberkata

Rindu itu ada

Tak hanya di malam tiba

Hati kian bertanya

Sedang apa kau disana

Hey.. Sayangku..

Dengarkan ini..

Rinduku disini..

Selalu ada di hati

Bahkan ketika kau di sisi

Duduk menemani

Hey.. Sayangku..

Dengarkan ini..

Rinduku di hati..

Tidak akan pernah mati

Kini kau tak lagi disini

Ku duduk sendiri

Hati kian bertanya.. Sayangku.. Bahagiakah kau disana..

13-03-12

Wind Catcher

I found it in Tanah Lot - Bali

Dream Catcher...My Wind Catcher...

風

11 maret 2012

Ketika aku kembali duduk sendiri di kesekian tepian pagi

Aku mencari goresan-goresan bara api, emosi, dan puisi

Bahkan kepada esok lusa dan tiap detik air mata yang menanti

Oh, ijinkanlah kuukir setiap kecup jelas terperi..maka aku akan hidup bermimpi..

Tigger

When i say i love tigger so much... I really meant it...

n then..you can replace tigger with another variable...

我是真的爱上你

你有一双会说话的眼睛

你有善解人意的心

不知天高地厚的我

你的微笑总是让我为你着迷

你有一双深情的眼睛

你有融化冰雪的魔力

从来不敢奢求的我

你的美丽总是让我躲不过去

什么原因你的发香 总挥之不去

我的世界 什么时候

开始昼夜难分 翻天覆地来去 都是因为想你

喔...我偷偷的爱上你

却不敢告诉你

因为我知道我给不到你要的东西

喔...我只能偷偷的想你

只能偷偷看著你

总是没勇气 总说不出我是真的爱上你

Dream About You

There are somethings that i guess i'll never know...When you love someone, you gotta learn to let them go... (Dream about you - Stevie B)

Pawana 3

Doaku masih sama...

ketika kau membuka kelopak mata

untuk setiap pagi tiba

bahagialah...Pawana...

Maka aku akan baik-baik saja 

9 january 2011 

Valentinoos Chocolatoos

Pencarian dana amal  ^o^

Valentinoos Chocolatoos

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