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She’s been dismissed
considered a freak and overly sensitive
‘though she believes
something’s got to give
She’s been heartbroken
fooled by promises then abandoned
but it has taught her to remain independent
‘though it’s sometimes okay to reach out to others
willing to help her
to become better
She’s been taken for granted
left feeling jaded
with piles of debt
but hey, nothing can hold her back
They can do what they like
she’ll put up her best fight
again and again, with all her might
All in all,
she’s made a promise to herself
despite all the crashes
and how she has to burn
she must always rise again
like Phoenix from ashes…


Let’s be honest
You’re aching for a paradise
not this wretched world
where we all stand on this dying earth
Let’s be honest
Your souls have been restless
Your faith’s always tested
but there are times you’re just jaded
Let’s be honest
when you choose to meddle in personal businesses
the shady affairs of others
just to make yourselves feel more superior
Come on,
let’s just open up
and get it over with
Empty slogans
like your empty pockets
You’re only motivated by greed
For once in our very short lives
please, just be honest
Would you wish to spend the rest of eternity
checking out other people’s morality?
I don’t blame you
if it’s for money
Perhaps you’re just hungry
but don’t you dare tell me
you’re holier-than-thou
Be honest
even if it’s not always the best
It’s still a policy
even when you’d rather pretend
as anyone can be…
(Jakarta, 23/5/2017 – 9:00 am)

“FACT OR FICTION? (Yours Truly, The Hoax Creator(s))”

Fiction sells better these days
It keeps you guessing anyway
It depends on how well we craft
and if you happen to be pretty daft
For us, it’s entertainment
We also receive huge payment
while you’re eager to find the facts,
even when the codes are hard to crack
Fact or fiction?
Keep on arguing
We’ll just sit back and enjoy the view
as you keep on fighting to insist on what’s ‘true’
We’ll make fiction believable
even when it causes more trouble
What do we care?
Who says life is always fair?
The fact is, we still get royally paid
It doesn’t matter that we spread so much hate
You never have to like what we do
but hey, don’t you want our money too?
Yours truly,
The Hoax Creator(s))


Through my eyes I can see
you, overcome by agony
There’s your wall of misery
such a painful sight as can be
but the other side of you
has given me that smile, so serene
I wonder where you have been
and why that smile always kills my rage within
Still, you’re overwhelmed by agony
and I find myself standing outside your door
too afraid of moving forward
because I haven’t got the cure
Will you still let me in,
even if I show up
completely empty-handed?


I want a lot of things in the world. I want good things, like: joy, peace, safety, and comfort for all of us here. Nobody wants anything bad.
Nobody does, unless it gains them some benefits I have no idea of. I don’t even want to know. No, thank you.
If you ask me, there are so many things I want these days – especially during Ramadan. Some I’ve already got, others I’m still working on. That’s always the case, eh? We can’t have it all. We don’t always get what we want.
This is Ramadan, so for a while – we will not have breakfast nor lunch together. Not even coffee-breaks. That’s okay, right? We can go straight to dinner if you like.
Let’s sit, eat, drink, and talk. What about? Anything but politics, please. Anything but anger, hatred, suspicions, accusations.
Don’t believe everything you read, hear, and watch. Get off your social media once in a while. Let’s sit at the same table, face to face. Talk about our family, friends, hopes and dreams. Talk about hobbies, favourite things, and stuff we love to do to make us feel happy. Harmless stuff, that is.
Let’s get to know each other…again.
And let’s just be friends.

“WHEN YOU’RE GONE (I Wish For Another Day With You)”

When you’re gone
I wish for another day with you
Impossible but it’s true
No one is ever ready for such news
When you’re gone
It’s a mass reproduction of memories
They all come flooding back to me
Of times when we used to be
The day I arrived as your baby
Safe in your arms, with your smile at me
A little girl with so much joy
Before your worries for every boy
When you’re gone
I wish for a rewind
Back to our happier times
Back when you were there and fine
I know I wish for the impossible
Knowing that we’re all mortals
Still, I’m struggling to accept this epilogue
Thinking of you now makes me choke
I still remember the last night we talked
Unaware your days had been numbered
Now you’re gone – and I had to set your spirit free
Bye bye, Daddy…
(From every daughter to their departed father)
(Jakarta, May 30, 2017 – 8:31 am)


Once in a while,
It’s only a few steps away
just to get to you
yet it also feels like miles
perhaps even days
that I have to go through
Some other times,
it’s the cities we live in
at separate tables we sit
wondering if it’s a crime
to have this irrational longing
as sanity slowly weakens to bits
A sense of despair
wishes for a psychic ability
a telephatic connection
that should wash off these fears
just for you and me
in hopes that we belong
For now,
I’ll have to put up with this distance
After all,
I still need my personal space
I’m also looking for another chance
for us to come face-to-face
Until then,
see you again.