I write

A blank paper and a black pen
Like two foreigners, each an alien
But in words they'll able to blend
From one to another, right to the end

I write and I write, each came from my mind
Some are stories, others memories left behind
Between remember and forget, fly away without wings
Between brave and fear, hold on to what it clings

Some of those, strongly bind with times
Some of others, with anything it couldn't rhyme
Maybe along the way, nothing to be blame
Or maybe there, something in the frame

I write and I write, until nothing left
Fill into needs, something between the cleft
But until when, I definitely can't tell
Whether now or then, I did not know very well

I realize and sure, there's nothing more
But if you feel it, it still same as before
It does not heal, it is not a bezoar
There's nothing left, nothing to uproar

I write and I write, till I'm out of ink
But still in my mind, a lot more to think..............

Pantai Batu Buruk, 9th June 2014