While the earth stop turning

A silent smile no longer whisper trough the cry that night

A tranquil noise which flows upon ripple fear

Last poet losing words on those deserts thought

All that called the light, they are empty!

I lock my mind and buried it in the depths of myself

Why do I kill that growing thing?

I wonder my instinct grudges against a sound said conscience

Thy pretend to be ironic yet envy

Where Thou are true, My Lord?

That unseen in my ruins of heart

A Captain in my lasting ship

Deaf, blind and Waiting ….

C. Sasmita’12


Life is the parody scene

laugh upon hurt that grow

why wouldn’t we enjoy the show?

Thank you again  @ Hyde Park Poetry for the award. I do honored, hope my words could awaken world


A Music Called “Release”

Have Thou seduce bitter dim

within grieved flattery trick

Whether the memory willing to drop by

about fragile eve that couldn’t stand

the embrace and trap O’Hades

Through ocean dime and passion of fracturing dream

may my soul humming

hymn rhythmic bells, adored essence nay demand of suffer

Thou chant misery, Alas! Unadorned blossom

Thus trust deeper inside ruins of heart

falling apart…

Would plight whole-souled blessing

a trice encounter of lasting moment?

I pray the memory willing to drop by

Oh.. Truly I couldn’t

Have Thou seduce bitter dim

within grieved flattery trick

It drifted slowly

above the first ring

a music called “release”