This is Nirvana, Mister!

Don’t give me a set of discussions on politics, on culture, on MDGs of UN, nor magical ITs
For I wouldn’t helped myself get bored,
(though you excerpted them from million books upon utmost endeavor, as if you’re awarded a Nobel?)
Escalating ancient lusts on how sexy knowledge is, seducing serotonine within my cerebral
pumping and popping, and staggering when saved, burdening when overloaded, and shrinking and dismaying,

Don’t give me a sequel of movies on thriller, on science fiction, on drama, nor heroism epoch
For perseverance wouldn’t take me back,
Leaving excitement becomes exegeses, throttling when inhaled, exhaling and releasing and relaxing,

”Let the peace be written in the sky, let the voices from below be heard, let the poor reach their wealth, let the freedom be celebrated, let the next generation full of courage, let the new men take control the earth”

coz I don’ t give a damn care
for this is nirvana, mister!
I will do what I will do
but sweetheart, you’re ‘bout to loose your contentment!
Then let me weave my tapestry of love
exclusively for you
Then you murmur,
“let there love be”


Kendari,11:10 am.7.9.2006