Showing posts with label Puisi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Puisi. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Memanggilmu Saatku Jenuh

Ketika merasa dingin, Sunyi, Sepi. 
Ketika tidak ada segelintir matapun yang memperhatikan. 
Seakan daun pun enggan untuk menoleh. 
Debu pun menjauh juga berpaling. 

Sudah? Bosan? Panggil saja namaku..
Sebegitu sulitkah? 
Atau Terlalu mudah untuk dilupa?
Rangkaian huruf memeluk menjadi satu ikatan nama ini. D.. H.. I..
apakah sudah cukup membantu?

Katakan saja...
Lalu kenapa? Malu? takut? 
Tadi katanya dingin, sunyi sepi tak ada yang perhatikan.

Ada satu frekuensi yang tidak kutahu dari mana asalnya. 
Mencoba menterjemahkan ini. 
Tapi tidak ada dalam kamusku. 
Apa ada dalam kamusmu? 
Bolehkah kupinjam sementara? 
Untuk berbicara dengan tulisan itu.

Bagaimana bisa mendegar suara debu berbisik, tanpa mempunyai telinga? 
Atau mencium wangi bunga mawar, tanpa memiliki hidung.

Aku berpikir apakah hidup ini tidak adil. 
Atau kita yang terlampau jenius meninggalkan semua yang diberi.
Sudahlah, semua sudah terlewati. 
Apakah baik untuk memutar haluan? 
Tapi apakah baik menyerah kepada kepasrahan?

Saatku ragu menjamu langkah. 
Yang kupikir hanya akhir nan indah. 
Namamu yang kugoreskan dalam memori lama. 
Saatku jenuh ku akan memanggilnya.

Monday, December 20, 2010

choose the path for yourself

something wrong happens again
I do not know what to do or why
This can happen again

something that makes me sleepy
come back
without greeting catch me here
sucks without news

you do not always honest
want to or away from me

I want to stand alone here (forever)
despite the cold rain on the (night)
and I have to settle almost (forever) (here) (itself) (for you)

I want you
looked at our love
hug you, touch your lips, though only the second

I knew nothing more than you want
I realized not the best
but I never tired to keep trying, started all this,

I still love za

Saturday, April 24, 2010

middle finger was on the air

at the stage art
all ready in position
call anchor our
we are ready to step on the grand stage

three two one we started the show
but on the front row of spectators
we called tuk off stage
we were unperturbed

we sing louder
we were bombarded with bottles of mineral
middle afraid even airs

Our game stops for a moment
and once we hit the
with the strains of an increasingly fast tempo and stomping

but it makes them more ferocious wild
all the rows of spectators were ricuh
they split

We stopped again
sea of middle fingers apparently increased in number
We slowed the tempo slowly
and directly connects to the next song
with a more challenging song
and we started more craze

stop throwing our audience
but the middle finger still on the air
we raise the tempo
and instantly fell silent spectators
then called for Darwin

What do you want
will we serve
we do not bother
and we want to be respected

bastard bastard bastard

we do not want to have the middle finger on the air again
middle finger back on the air