The Eid Fitr that Starts (Sukasah Syahdan Poems)
the Eid Fitr that starts beckoning is one I still don't deserve (Sukasah Syahdan)
the Eid Fitr that starts beckoning is one I still don't deserve (Sukasah Syahdan)
1/ The taste of a poem is in the relishing sweet, sour or bitter cold, lukewarm or hot The test ...
as old zagreb lies there on the wait for a young friend driving, i question myself, "Do you love nausea?"; ...
I used to believe that comprehension began right there; that what eyes failed to make sense of, was insensibility. Every ...
First, we worshipped the inanimate. Next, we learned to worship the gods Later, we discovered the Deity. Then, dazzled by ...
Shouting alone on the streets used to be free, until they invented handphones. (Sukasah Syahdan)
omnipresent all day the city congestion yielded to the moonbeam (Sukasah Syahdan)
to the left and right the fan shakes its head to check if one's still awake (Sukasah Syahdan)
to the rainbow we three generations give a standing ovation (Sukasah Syahdan)
I have longed to hit the quill and hear the faithful tick-tock of a perishing machine I have longed to ...
after that fleeting summer in your overjoyed heart, haunt years to endure a love with all doors shut forget a ...
People are still expecting this annus horribilis to close its black box of monstrosities; if I asked you about resolutions ...
1/ Had it not been for the traffic jam You'd have thought being elsewhere Most the niceties seemed so foreign ...
Nothing is absolute; most people believe it absolutely. (Sukasah Syahdan)
1½ hours left shepherding wayward words to their new textual barn (Sukasah Syahdan)
the haiku's sorry life's not rosy as the master's fairy story (Sukasah Syahdan)
not so much as what we feel about this budding rose is our love as it is with what we ...
thisistheplace where distancespaceandtimebetray tohalveintotwo: you (Sukasah Syahdan)
How much more blood must the people suffer before they come to a halt with this horror of power? How ...
To: I at the risk of being customary I wish to make a confession not that it may be true ...
This morning when we woke up the meat cages still locked us up* We took a bath so they'd look ...
Truths are stranger than fictions, and there are more of the former than the latter. (Sukasah Syahdan)
at lunch time blatant curses and veiled conceits devoured the four of us (Sukasah Syahdan)
had it not been for the accident in Cilegon I would've been born! (Sukasah Syahdan)
I tore apart my only love and am dying an ungraceful death (Sukasah Syahdan)
said once a friend of mine that love was just a bucket of bullshit; then I-- thought about his parents ...
Some say the taxes we paid through the nose were spent on weapons that would send us to the grave. ...
An ideal father: doesn't smoke doesn't scold doesn't fuss doesn't test doesn't punish doesn't upset doesn't bore doesn't forbid doesn't ...
last night I dreamed that I dreamed that I awoke a sleepless man writing about what I dreamed last night ...
1/ The more advanced a society, the more depressing its media. 2/ Most advanced societies value rubbish way too dearly. ...
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