Jangan Salahkan Tuhan

ketika sedang menderita kemalangan
ketika nestapa datang berkenalan
tidak ada yang mau disalahkan
tidak ada yang sudi menerima keadaan

manusia memang seenaknya!
mudah sekali menuduh Dia Yang Tahu Segalanya!
“cobaan dari Yang Kuasa”
itu kata mereka!

yang katanya rindu Ibu Pertiwi yang menawan
yang katanya lelah dengan semua kerusakan
tak pernah belajar dari pengalaman
tetap keras kepala pada pilihan

masih ada teriakan tanpa suara
masih ada ratapan tanpa aksara
bibir mengucap doa
seketika teringat Yang Maha Ada

– Jangan Salahkan Tuhan, catatan kecil seseorang yang sudah capek sama orang-orang yang menggunakan “ini cobaan dari Tuhan” as an excuse.

((bullshit kalian semua!!! adalah baris terakhir yang sesungguhnya))

Beauty in the Eyes of Society: In Search of the Essence of Beauty

The whole concept of beauty is contradictory.

We are told that there is beauty in every thing.
That we are beautiful just the way we are.

We are told that beauty is not superficial.
It goes deeper than the surface.

Is it true?

We are also told that there are standards of beauty.
That beauty is pain,
is a painful process,
is something that needs to be achieved.

What are we supposed to believe?

Fucked-Up Generation

We are the fucked-up generation.

Getting wasted, feeling higher than Burj Khalifa.

Doing things that we are told not to by our mama.

Little puff here and there, some people cannot bear.

Let them protest, let them stare. We don’t really care.

This is euphoric, we feel ecstatic.

Ah, another nail in our coffin.

We think we are invincible; vulnerable is the truth.

Low on self-esteem, moaning about our disastrous dream.

Listening to the muffled voice of TV, lamenting about how suck our lives could be.

Thoughts About A Friend

Here’s to the one who is not at their best; to the girl who stops shining.

I adored her. Remembering the first time I met her, she looked like the sun, shining so brightly, gleaming, and glowing. It was a beautiful sight. But when I look at her just now, little by little she loses her shine.

Here’s to the one who feels down; to the girl who fights alone.

I still adore her. She has been through a lot. She has fought lots of fights alone. She keeps it all to herself. But sometimes it’s no use to fight. She is not strong enough to win them all. Falling apart, she is.

Here’s to the one who is in vast darkness; to the girl who is in too deep.

Pitch black is what she sees; her thoughts, her mind. Hard to get out, she says. It is like the universe. It is dangerous. No escape. No boundaries. And she is in too deep into the black hole. What she does not understand is that the universe has stars, and that’s what makes space so beautiful. So is her. And her mind.

Here’s to the one who suffers; to the girl who is still hurting.

It hurts to see her. She said once that she trusted people so easily. That she never learned. But I just want her to trust herself. To trust her ability to hold on, and let go.

Here’s to the one who conquers; to the girl who learns to give in.

She finally understands. She feels tired enough, fighting the battle she cannot win. She embraces her flaws and her greater fears. She makes peace with them. The sparkle that once was absent starts to appear. Worthwhile, it is.

Here’s to the one who is fulfilled; to the girl who feels good about herself.

Sama-sama Tahu

Mentari tersenyum. Kehangatannya memelukmu. Lembut. Hangat. Pun kamu tersenyum lebar, menikmati teriknya hari. Orang-orang selalu menyadari keberadaanmu. Kamu senang ketika dirimu menjadi pusat perhatian. Kamu selalu menyambut Siang dan semua kesibukannya dengan semangat. Karena saat siang hari, segalanya begitu indah dipandang.

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Siang tenggelam berganti Malam. Dia tersenyum pada bintang-bintang. Dia selalu menyukai Malam. Dia sangat menikmati saat-saat ketika gelapnya Malam datang menyapa. Dia menyukai sinar Bulan yang menatapnya sendu dari celah jendela. Malam merengkuhnya dalam ketenangan. Rasanya waktu seperti diam di tempat.

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Sang Surya kembali menduduki tahtanya. Satu malam kembali terlewati. Dia berdecak kesal saat melewati lorong-lorong itu. Dia tak pernah suka keramaian. Dia tak suka Siang dan segala keributannya. Dunia selalu padat pada saat Mentari bertahta. Waktu selalu berjalan begitu cepat saat Siang datang, dan kini ia merindu.

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Dengan cepat kesibukan Siang digeser oleh ketenangan Malam. Seakan semua orang menghentikan kegiatannya untuk sekedar menikmati detik itu. Namun kamu tidak menikmatinya. Kamu tak pernah cocok dengan ketenangan Malam. Karena dalam kegelapan, kamu tak bisa apa-apa. Kamu menjadi sama tak terlihatnya seperti yang lain.

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Dia bertemu denganmu. Kamu dan semua pesonamu bagaikan Mentari yang bersinar di langit cerah. Karenamu, dia berteman dengan Siang. Dia menikmati sinar Mentari yang mengintip dari kisi-kisi jendela. Dia jadi mengerti indahnya langit biru saat cuaca cerah. Dan karena dia, dirimu kembali berdamai dengan Malam. Kamu tersenyum saat angin malam membelai pipimu lembut. Tanpa dia, kamu tak akan pernah tahu betapa indahnya bintang-bintang yang bertaburan acak di langit malam.

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Kalian berdua sama-sama tahu. Kamu adalah siangnya, dan dia adalah malammu.

Icarus

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This is for the boy who dared to soar; the one who longed for The Sun.

“Take your wings, son. This is the freedom we yearned for. Fly, but not too close to the sun, nor to the sea,” his father once said. “The Sun is cruel, son. He’ll burn you.”

Like all boys in his age, he never really paid attention to what his father had said. He saw that as a challenge. He was eager to fly close to The Sun. But He was just too much, too far, too hot, too bright. He was blinded.

He longed for the warmth, for the touch. It was not because of the challenge he took; it was his desire.

It felt so good to be this close, yet it hurt so bad. And so he let go. As much as he wanted to hold on, he surrendered. The ghost of His touch lingered on his skin. Be it on fire.

Red was all he had in mind, but blue was what he saw the last. It was into the embrace of The Sea he fell.

“I don’t understand how the universe works,” was all he said, a sad smile painted in his face as he submerged into the deep blue water.

Except he knew all along, he had fallen long before this happened.

you are just like a cherry blossom

You are like a cherry blossom
Once you bloom
And look so beautiful
But then you are gone
Into somewhere
That no one had ever known

You are like a cherry blossom
When you come up late
People start looking for you
When you show yourself
Everyone starts saying
‘Ah, here you are.’
And when you finally gone by
Everybody starts missing you

Every single day without you
Is not as good as when you were here
You know it, too
Yet you are not here
You are gone
And I do not know where I would find you

For me
You are like a cherry blossom
Once you bloom
But then you are gone

I start thinking to myself
Why a beautiful creature like you
Can do such things
And it makes me feel
Kind of sad

A Poem About Eternal Life

What is so great about being immortal
What is so good about living forever
It hurts to see that your loved ones go away and never return
It is annoying enough to know that you no longer can see the same person every time passed by
It is strange to realize that everything is changing yet you stay the way you are
It is tiring enough to find that you will live other years ahead
A monotone and boring life you have to face

Eyes

Eyes don’t age
They never change
They remain forever
Eyes tell things that mouth can’t
They say things that
Better unheard, better unsaid
Eyes never lie
They say the truth
They are honest and true
And will always be