A Villager and a Citizen

By: Ihsan Nur Iman Faris

Long, long ago

In a foothills of a still active volcano

Far away from the nearest city

There was a couple of farmer

Having a small field cultivated by many plantations

Living in a tiny house

Being happy with their life at that moment

The Islands Separated by a Bridge

By: Ihsan Nur Iman Faris

Once upon a time there was an island, a deserted island

Out of nowhere, there were a man and woman came to that island

At their first sight, there was nothing

But as their sight met often

They fell in love to each other

Trees, flowers, soils, mammals, insects, lives…

They’re flourishingly-grown

As love of the couple watered the deserted land

Marionette

By: Ihsan Nur Iman Faris

If you want your love to

always be on your side

always be with you

always be there for you

always thinking of nobody but you,

what you have to do is just

go to kitchen and take a knife,

then lurking in the darkness of night

waiting for his homecoming,

stab him and let no vital spots missing.

After that, plunge him into a mercury-cup

let him be the stiffest corpse,

a roll of thread will help the needlework

in making him anything you want.

Then when everything has been set, 

please welcome your dearest marionette.

I am not such a psychopath

Neither you who gaze at me sharp.

Life like Jack and Sally will not be repeated

no proof that a little piece of heaven be existed

coz the authority of God will not be competed.

Every single life has its own life

Footsteps cannot stay in a bracket.

You have gone on a thousand dates

things that you will never regret.

Don’t be scared, just let him be free,

don’t worry, because

you will still be loved

you will still be remembered

you will still be yearned

you will still be loved

You can understand,

you will understand,

you have to understand.

Unless

if

you want to make a marionette.

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Ode to My Mother

I am still being a little bit under the weather, so I still don't have enough energy to write a new post for today :( .Therefore my post for today is another note from my Facebook (again).

Ode to My Mother

By: Ihsan Nur Iman Faris

In the dawn,
when most of earth population are still in their dreams,
when rooster hasn't crow,
when sunshine hasn't begin to share its light,
when plants still breathe in oxygen,
you wake up,
smiling at your family who are still sleeping
preparing breakfast, so that they can do their activities in their best shapes.

Working,
from dawn to dusk
from office desk to kitchen table.
being tired, being exhausted, being sick.

you never complain
you never be desperate
you never be angry.

All that you do is for the sake of me, for the sake of your family.

I hope, one day my sons and my daughters will have
a mother as perfect as you.

aamiin.

Think, Count, Realize

By Ihsan Nur Iman Faris
Think you are in your funeral.

Count, how many people will come.
Count, how many people will cry.
Count, how many people will laugh.

That way
you can guess
how important you are,
in the middle of society.

That way
you can estimate,
how many good deeds that you have done.

That way
you can count,
how many times you hurt people's hearts.

That way
you will realize that
when you are dead,
you can change nothing.

Think, count, realize,
from now on.

taken from favim.com

Uniform

By: Ihsan Nur Iman Faris

They cheat, they steal, they murder.

They are cheaters, they are thieves, they are murderers.

They want to eat, they want to sleep, they want justices,

they are desperados because they don’t wear any uniform.

They cheat, they steal, they murder.

They are cheaters, they are thieves, they are murderers.

They can eat, they can sleep, they are justices,

they are not desperados because they do wear uniforms.

They are disgraces of my country

because they wear uniforms.

The Holes of Imperfection in Perfectionist's Body

By : Ihsan Nur Iman Faris

When you become perfectionist

You will get many holes in your body

You expect people to be perfect

But you haven’t perfected yourself first

When you expect people to be better

You have to be the best

Being perfect is something impossible

Then expecting people to be exactly fits

The idea of perfect which you uphold

Is beyond impossible

My Confusion

I hate loneliness,
but it loves me,
covers me in silence
provides me much time
makes my thought lighter, 

That's because I don't have to think about her instead of me.
By the time, I become used to this circumstances,
the loneliness keeps saying,
"you don't need love this time it will just be the burdens and problems for you"
It keeps tempting
"C'mon think of it, I will provide you much time, friends, freedoms, and happiness"

It tries to reach deeper to my deepest heart,
It whispers, but it sounds clear, and it almost takes control of my mind,
"love will only bind you in chain, and I will break you unchained".

However,
deep inside my little deepest heart,
there is a voice, which says that
"I need her".

The clash in my mind is inevitable, it makes me confused,
love grabs my right hand softly, it feels warm and soft. 
according to my heart of heart, it's right.
The loneliness forcefully pulls my left arm, it's  indelicate and rough,   
but logically it is right, even though it hurts me so much,

I have to end this confusion

I have to decide,
then I have decided.

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