fera nugroho Poems

you...

wiped my joy
turned it into pain
...

early breakfast
was delivered to me
on my table this morning
a plate of news
...

tell me about silence
about quiet spaces
where i can hear silent cadences
played by the single breath of mist
...

i've seen him since never
the guy with the dream face
who confidently dwells in my nights
and paralyses my time
...

things you write

while sitting under a tree
...

the smell of the past wafted

through the chilly hallway
...

i'll tell you something

please listen,
...

it won't beat you,
paul said

i know,
...

here Lord,

at the foot of the mountain
...

behind the dead bamboo trees

a little girl with hat of ashes, sandals of dust
...