I am an Indonesian poet. Familiar is called Isykariman, known through his poems that use the figure of speech and romantic words.
I want to see the moon,
No need to ask for reality?
Your dress is so beautiful behind a miss
The ruler's carvings leave you in the universe
Lonely sky without you
Your aura draw on the melancholy side
The sea near you are calm at the bottom
Take me there where your light shines
Let my pain wade with your night
Trace that belief, just like you trace love
Caring is embracing, and revenge is hate
Yes, you know that too.
But what does that mean to you?
As for the light on you, you get rid of it?
Because you lose in revenge
And you dance with a black shadow
What you don't see, but you always embrace
Try to understand it in every corner of life
Sometimes it reverses your brain
You always used to smile
Now only moody
Get up with your body
Get to Your Senses
Sometimes you blame the thorn
Who stabbed at your feet
Even though you stepped on it yourself
You also know that fire burns your skin
Why are you still holding on to it?
Truly the contemptible is clear
Why did you follow the steps?
Not so your struggle, evil in view
There is just a lump of meat
Like your behavior
Hope that attention is far from you
Except for the attention of the lord of the universe
It is enough to realize your shortcomings
Become perfection for you
Jealous of your heart only brings regret
That is so heavy later
End of the Road
Sweet lake on the face, once smiled at me between the school benches filled with black ink streaks. Dark, my soul sank into it, but my heart said, "You are not my place!
Your pure white is not worth mixing with my dirty, black, and dark ink. It will only damage your elegance. "This is where the role of time begins. With it we live and die, with it all will come and go.
Oh time, he watched the world a lot. Watching me who is estranged far to neighboring countries, and see your perseverance carried to the heart of our beautiful city. Now, you are at the end of the bridge, while I have just started walking.
I know, every day, my chance is running low. Getting you back is like building a dream in my illusion while awake. Tears swell my eyes. The wails of my soul have long roared in mute mourning, hope I never materialized.
That is the fruit of halal and wishful thoughts which are sometimes ashamed to tell. Later, if your wedding day arrives, I will come to a guest robe.
Even though these millions of my people forbid it, the palate of my heart is as tight as a sword, but I will still come with a tribute.
I am cursing at the vast ocean, and the waves ran around laughing at me who stood stiffly staring at the distant sky, pitch black with no shining starred stars dimming.
The wind was waving hair waving the leaves withered fall off somewhere, I daydreaming this fantasy night torture.
I waited, something blurry unseen until at the end of the cold night by the raindrops gently falling on the earth, I persisted.
"Oh breeze, convey this love ..."
My hum screamed, drawing sad confusion at the bottom of the heart with bright water ink.
Unfortunately, no one is listening, and no one is looking.
"Only me alone."
Even though sometimes your legs are broken
Not in line with your brain
Not according to your heart
And in line with your direction
Not that it's wrong
Do you know?
That cotton is wasted in the wind drag
Also never expected his fate that way?
It turns out that allegations are often false
And reality often shakes the universe
Many of them also smiled when they aired
Live the existence of life that is even sweeter than a coward alleged
Be grateful for his destiny
Because life is a journey
Someone often brushed me over
Sometimes I'm just a distraction, and sometimes I'm ignored.
I often follow the heart; what does he feel?
Do not want me to linger in the dark shade,
In their hands, I briefly, while wasted
I'm a meaning of pain
I'm the meaning of memories
I'm a happy meaning
I am meaning of struggle
I am the meaning of affection
I just kept quiet, waiting for the king to drive me far away
Ah, that's me
Not as heavy as feeling
Not as heavy as a tongue say only words
As much as any raindrops
Can't beat me
Sometimes I just watched it with the wailing king
To the time which is reluctant to speak, your silence is my interpretation, your silence is my question, and your wound is my anxiety.
I want to stand in a vast barren field, arid and emptiness is my teacher.
I will learn, continuously with the silence even though the departure of the wind leaves no mark for guidance.
Understanding your silence is my patience. Interpreting the language of your heart is my dream.
© 2019 Isykariman Biridlwanillah