Karya Zhema

Puisi Zhema Berdiri di jembatan angkat Kota Tua Berjebah segala kapal jauh akan melewatinya; Hanya satu yang kutunggu, dia si Tuanhati Menjanjikanku untuk cuat pinangan. Hari-hari ini atau masa depan. M-7 dalam deret morse namamu: Raihlah tanganku segera! Ya Tuhan, benda-benda tanpa kabel itu! Meruntuhkan batas tembokku, Tanpa ampun, tanpa waktu luang, Dia menarikku paksa ke dalam cintanya. Aksara indah tak semerta milik pujangga, Ia luruh dalam cinta sepasang kekasih; Yang simpuh di atas sajadah kembar (jambu merah dan biru berplankton) Tuanhati, datanglah dengan kapalmu! Berdirilah di STEM bergeming dan gagah, Agar mataku hanya menangkap objekmu. Pun, biarkan dunia tahu, Keciutan hati bukan caramu, Katakan pada mereka cincin tersimpan: Berkemilau,indah dan hanya milikku. Ya Tuanhati! Ambillah Visa, Bentangkan layar kapalmu pulang! Sambangi aku dalam gaun putih, menetaplah. Suara Camar dan bunyi rebana adu ceria; Seakan engkaulah putra mahkota, Mereka ...

I stand on a swing bridge, There are sailing ships distance will pass it; I'm waiting for the masterheart, Promised me to exist; Today's days or future. O darling..., Convince me you'll take: my hands immediately! O God, those wireless! Wiped out my barrier, No mercy, no spare time, he dragged me in his love. Crush, come to me now! Let the world know, the unplayful wouldn't be your ways, Tell them the ring hidden: shine, kind and mine. O darling! Just take the visa, flying away home, No red carpet but my abundant smiles. Chirping birds and the harp sounds joyful and sweet as sweet as your voice. They're on cloud nine as me. O God, I beg you wrapped the pink inside ever! ©zhema Dedicated to a beautiful little sister, EbEr. Indonesian version: Tuanhati Aku berdiri di jembatan angkat, Ada banyak perahu layar jauh akan melewatinya; Aku sedang menunggu si Tuanhati, Menjanjikanku untuk muncul; Hari-hari ini atau masa depan. Ya k...

"I see dead people"--The Sixth Sense Ambling! Hustling! When my soul wandering all the lands and oceans, My wings couldn't stop peace on them for long: scared. None of the people I met had normal eyes, Their skin were pale, "Hey, buddy! Look at me!" I shouted to them but silent I gotten. For the second thought trying, "Hey, sweetheart! Look at me!" I shouted to them, they stopped walking; Stepped closer emotionless. Trembling feelings in my legs, Then the heart beating hard, "What's going on to these people?" I threw a spear from my eyes, One of the beautiful girls said, "Bring me back to life, please?" Hence, my body and soul awakened. I sat on the park bench and thought, Hugged myself tightly, There, roughly ten o'clock position from me; car crashed sounds. I rushed and found a cat, bleeding on the asphalt road, "Just throw it in the garbage bin, dude" he said. My teeth chattered: hea...

Thousand years live in this dunya Not enough for those who love each other Stranded in the land of a drunken love For the sake of Allah they wanna in bond together and ever Untill the ending save the hope Your eyes in my heart Noone so special and tough but you Takin' care of me and the arrows Like a knight on the white horse Struggling for the life that sometimes blue Because we believe He won't it worse To the fate of ours Your eyes in my heart ©zhema

Swaying leaves in the morning So much Duas are accompanying, Far far away the sun rises-- Flirting me to exist In part of their world I will stand up; Yet if the dreams going above For a while, or for a long time, At least the hope won't create a crime, Cause my eeman croping the cupidity And leads my footsteps to the best eternity. ©zhema

She hates the melody... When it comes in her heart and dejavu Fools her up! Over and over As if thousand years ago she lived in a different world With him in a beautiful palace She hates the melody... When it smashes her face that the real life is full of happiness Nothing compares even the imagination flattering And the waves pulled her up   to the fake ocean Heavy...heavy... She doesn't allow her heart dirty She hates the melody... When the love poems written on her mind About the beginning and ending of a love story Tragically or happily ever after? None of us knows She hates the melody... When it weakened the eeman Faraway from His guidance Though   istigfar uttered everyday And regret unstoppable She hates the melody... Only Allah 'Azza wa jalla the helper To purify the enigma And her soul dying So, the awareness stay beside forever © zhema

W here are you cloud? Please, don't let the sky parting from your loud, Just stay there till I fly And wish my wings touch your lie, Hiding those dreams that never be come true; Lead your nerves want going through The rain, or the wind blow, When the night and the day say hello, Hello! Hello! Is there a hope? "Yes there is", it won't be sold in a random shop Haven't a name haven't a clue,              Still I don't care when I'm waiting for you, Even the days inviting me blue. © zhema