The Feeling

Aku gak suka rasa ini.

Rasa yang menggelitik. Rasa yang menekan. Rasa yang memaksa. Rasa yang berteriak.

Rasa yang seharusnya tidak ada tapi selalu ada.

Kenapa kamu tiba-tiba datang? Aku tidak menyuruhmu datang. Aku bahkan tidak pernah berharap kamu datang untukku. Aku bahkan tidak mau.

Kenapa kamu tidak pernah pergi? Aku ingin kamu menjauh. Aku ingin kamu menghilang dariku.

Kenapa kamu juga tidak mau? Aku sudah kehabisan akal. Aku tidak tahu...

Kenapa kamu? Aku ingin dia.

Rasa itu terlalu kejam. Terlalu tak berperasaan.

Aku mau dia, tapi rasa itu muncul ketika kamu ada.

Bisakah aku tak mau dia dan mau kamu seperti rasa itu?

Bilamana?

Hentikan tatapanmu yang membuatku bisa melihat aku pada bola matamu.

Bilamana?

Sudahkah saatnya untuk tidak lagi menunggu dan bergerak maju?

Jika demikian, doakan aku untuk mau kamu.

Aku(,) Rasa Itu(,) Kamu(.)

Surabaya, 19 Agustus 2013

Aku Memiliki Mimpi: Apa, Siapa, Bagaimana?

Impian, kita yang tentukan, bukan kata orang.
Impian, kita yang raih, orang lain bisa tak peduli.
Impian, tentang kita dan Pencipta.

August 1, 2011

You are the one whose smile I saw for the first time

You are the one who teach me the true beauty

You are the one who I’m learning to be strong from

And you are the one who always have faith in me

You are the sunshine when my feeling gets blue

You are the rainbow after the rain

You show me your love is true

Oh Mother, you are the sweetest angel God’s ever sent

Years passed off rapidly

Change everything we see

But the light of your heart shines on

The strength of your soul vanish not

Ages can’t take away your charm

You are still as tough as a diamond

You keep standing beautifully

You stay like you always be

I can’t ask for more, you are the best

I love you till the end.

Happy 53^rd birthday, Mom!

 -ping-

Ksatria Mimpi

Dalam sejumput asa

Terhias gundah dengan impian

Akan gemilangnya hari depan

Yang masih buram dipisah bentangan masa

Pendar cahaya cinta

Membangkitkan gelora

Semangat meraih cita

Tinggi tergantung di angkasa

Akankah mimpi terhalang misteri

Ketidak pastian menghantui

Menakuti

Menutup harapan akan karya ilahi

Aku ingin menjadi ksatria mimpi

Pahlawan cita

tidak gentar merangkai rencana dalam hari

untuk menggapai angan bersama asa dan cinta

Tandengan—di pagi yang produktif, 23 Juli 2010

Jiwa Sahabat

untuk mutiara-mutiara jiwaku

Ketika suatu malam

Setapak juntaian langkah

Diselimuti gelisah,

Engkau datang menepis suram

Engkau datang bersama cahaya

Menangkap aku kala gundah

Lalu kita melanjutkan perjalanan

Mengisi detik hari

Melanjutkan cerita

Cerita tentang indahnya kehidupan

Kita hidup dalam himpitan tapi satu nafas

Satu kata, satu gelora

Bertahan karena tawa

Ah, aku tak tahu bagaimana kalau engkau tak datang…

Malam itu tak akan berganti siang.

Tandengan, 24 Februari 2010

Beautiful poem for us, the eco-lovers =)

The Canticle of Brother Sun

St. Francis of Asisi (1226)

Most high, omnipotent, good Lord,
Praise, glory and honor and benediction all are thine.
To thee alone do they belong, most High, and there is no man fit to mention thee.

Praise be to thee, my Lord, with all thy creatures,
Especially to my worshipful brother sun,
The which lights up the day, and through him dost thou brightness give;
And beautiful is he and radiant with splendor great;
Of thee, most High, signification gives.

Praised be my Lord, for sister moon and for the stars,
In heaven thou hast formed them clear and precious and fair.
Praised be my Lord for brother wind
And for the air and clouds and fair and every kind of weather,
By the which thou givest to thy creatures nourishment.

Praised be my Lord for sister water,
The which is greatly helpful and humble and precious and pure.

Praised be my Lord for brother fire,
By the which thou lightest up the dark.
And fair is he and gay and mighty and strong.

Praised be my Lord for our sister, mother earth,
The which sustains and keeps us
And brings forth diverse fruits with grass and flowers bright.

Praised be my Lord for those who for thy love forgive
And weakness bear and tribulation.
Blessed those who shall in peace endure,
For by thee, most High, shall they be crowned.

Praised be my Lord for our sister, the bodily death,
From the which no living man can flee.
Woe to them who die in mortal sin;
Blessed those who shall find themselves in thy most holy will,
For the second death shall do them no ill.

Praise ye and bless ye my Lord, and give him thanks,
And be subject unto him with great humility.

Sonnet 43 - How Do I Love Thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

 Elizabeth Barrett Browning