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Minal ‘Aidin wal-Faizin, Mohon Maaf Lahir & Batin

minal aidin wal-faizin maaf lahir dan batin selamat hari raya idul fitri selamat lebaran

Doa
menggema.
Meski kabut kehidupan
sering menjadikan pikiran kita
salah dalam memberi arti dan makna
pada apa yang tertangkap oleh indra
tapi hati harus tetap terjaga jernih
agar lidah tulus mengalirkan kata
Minal ’Aidin wal Faizin

“Selamat Hari Raya Idul Fitri,
Mohon Maaf Lahir dan batin”

Whose Eyes These Are

Mata Siapa ini?

Whose eyes are these?
stick on my head
fully to look for
not to be the desire of my head’s content

Whose eyes are these?
always to be brought,
is it not already to be useful?
is it not already to be enable to understand the beauty
spreading widely,
given grant to him.

PiS August 24 2011

In Indonesian : Mata Siapa Ini?

Weeping

Puisi Tangis

Puisi tangis

On this ancient canvas my longing is drawn up
my soul flows the root withers
my breath is faded away on the leaves
the lungs of my soul is narrow by rock
my heart is still gulped also
it knocks the darkness
hangs on…,
so the center of my heart keeps winking,
but in this dried night
the tear of mine always carves
the relief of your love

.
PiS August 2011
Photo by PiS in Cemeti Island of YogyakartaIn Indonesian : Tangis

Good Morning

Tonight…
though too much longing slices to the chest
I still also played 6 strings of sad
try out to reach the half moon left
and even the notes flies by wildly
to be breaking glasses falling down to the center of my sky

I still sing
sing
sing
and sing again

for the sake of your HP ring
always to be sound of whining
and your greeting of good night
to be weak no soul

and now
though the sun runs away in hide
to the turn side of our back
I still shout out loudly:
“GOOD MORNING…!!!

(090811 For you my center of heart in the across island)

The Doubt of An Answer

(The answer of a friend’s question)
Then Hadaning whispers me softly
about the greatest of the creator
she sows the flowers of question
as the beads to make a fortress in the doubt
to convince the scattered soul
in her searching and loneliness to Him

But the silence I get is still always says to my inner
“That no grain of soul in the world
She ever knows is already to be touched by Him
cause the light is only the soft point in the center of my heart
while the darkness of world is still more wide
more than what is enable to be caught by cornea of my eyes”

For you my lovers who still search Him
search if you still feel needed to search for
and keep Him save if you feel you’ve found
Thanks Hadaning the love of my poem
I spy on the line of your heart
still has a chance to be implicit and written
that you still have a sort of searching …

My God, I still search for Your light
on the line of sun which will be sunset
and on the one which will be sunrise
I search for you also on the line of darkness
and the one of world light which is so bright
the earth I can never to be understood really
I want You touch me sometime
same like you did to my lover
at the time my legs do not stand up again
on this perishable world
At the time shines the step of my way
so I end my searching for You and you.

PiS 2011, forgive me for I still always search you and You in my loneliness

In Indonesian : Keraguan sebuah Jawaban

Rinduku Melanglang Buana 2


Rinduku melanglang buana
dari negara ke negara
dari kota ke kota,
dari desa ke desa,
dari jalan ke jalan,
dari gang ke gang,

Rinduku melanglang buana
dari langit ke langit
dari gedung ke gedung
dari rumah ke rumah
dari gubuk ke gubuk

Rinduku melanglang buana
dari pagi ke malam
dari malam ke pagi

PiS 29 Agustus 2011 jam 19.30
“Sepi di Rumahku”

Rinduku melanglang buana

Rinduku melanglang buana ke kota-kota,
ia berlayar ke Bali, ke Surabaya
ke Jakarta, Kalimantan,
entah kemana lagi kelak…

Rinduku melanglang buana ke negara-negara
ia melayang ke Timor-Leste, ke Belgium,
ke India, ke Arab, ke Amerika, ke Taiwan,
entah ke negeri mana lagi kelak…

Duhai… rinduku
mungkin di kota atau di negeri sana
kau ditendang atau diumpat habis-habisan
Tak perlu kau rasakan di dalam hatimu
Carilah rindu-rindu yang lain
Salamilah, selamilah…

titipkan salam “sama rasaku” pada mereka…

PiS 27 Agustus 2011 jam 19.30
“Mak Engking, Rumah Makan Yogyakarta”

Five Meters Only

lima meter saja ombak parang tritis

My sea …!
throw me away to her chest
as strong as you need…
and I know there is no wound
cause she waits carefully
with her pillow of heart
widely to make me save

My wave
throw me away once in a strike
let her take me sink in her palm of hand
cause from there
I’ve taken my breath of life for 7 years
that I never forget in all of my life
And look at this picture,
Look..!  She is only five meters from me…

.

By PiS, Jakarta 11082011
(Diva’s song for her mom…)

Indonesian : Lima Meter Saja.

Pray Only is Not Enough

Berdoa Saja Tidak CukupThousand of restless prayers in my palm of hand
afraid not to be reached by Your lap
cause I still have a question in my heart:
“Is God there above?”

But I still spread it around
as a holy rain from my inner heart
flying up to the cloud going to Your place

may the seed is grown
and You want to take it
while my hand
trying to greet sincerely
by a little hope I have

PiS August 2011
Photo By Jemek Supardi

In Indonesian : Berdoa Saja Tidak Cukup

Boy or Girl?

“Boy or Girl?” That is a question first time proposed to a father when a mother has just born a baby. All friends and families do that at the beginning, so it is not about the healthy of mother. The second emerging is then just about the condition of the mother.

 And a father will be very happy, bright and cheerful, if a baby has been born is a boy. Of course he is very happy if the baby is a girl also, but in the different consideration, and the number of it is only he and God know. In this content of capacity, you don’t have to ask “my really opinion” when my child who has just born is a girl in fact. Her mother will be very angry, all of girls soundly will be as one also to curse me and they are very disappointed to my answer. Early, before finally I will make all of people heart to be cool in order to do not have a chance to hit my fellow who thumbs me up on behalf of my honesty.

 And this is my experience that even though a father always says boy or girl are same too, but some or it may says, most of them will never be able to hide a little sense of disappointed from my eyes. Don’t blame me if she will be happier when the child is born as a boy. That the baby boy is the dream for fathers is absolutely right, even it is often happened for the second or third child also. And I alone is used to be very expected that my child has just been born is a boy. When the child is not like the one who I hope so much, I still be happy and say thank to, by little trying to hide away and forget the dream of course. Because the disappointing has also a chance to pass by although it is only a few second. My happiness is not full like some of my friend even it can make them to be jumped up happily and let their cups of glass or decorated plates are broken on the floor on behalf of purchasing their happy.

 But for the next days, a month or a few months, even a few years after her birthday, it is so good if you ask me about the feeling in real and the birthday of a baby girl. For the answer of mine at the moment will make all of girls in the world be jealous to my little pretty girl. It feels 24 hours a day is not enough for both us, it is not already yet for the time to be shared to her mother, family, friend or internet which takes her time to much. And you will need a special calculator in order to be able to count the number of poems plus photo and video are taken by and I save them in my computer. All of that are born because the funny and annoyance of her lovely movements.

 For she is the only child from her mother I love so much that can also be denied and it is already to be eternal by Him. This time, it is so hard to understand the accidence why the plot of story can make her live away even in the different island with me. People say, that all are depended to my choice. But it is too difficult also, or even to

be more likely if I should say that it is also a part of her mother’s need or intention confronted with all people have. However I know that the wisdom woman is right, understanding the fill in my corner of heart and the character in my head. So she says, “Bla… bla… bla… bla… bla…, be patient a moment and it is only you that know the right time, then pick her up”.

 For the last days, my child she is. She is my only wish and love to be poured on. The center of my worry and restless in sense. She makes me courage or weak and makes my longing to be so much day by day. However, because of that is also the meaning of a sms coming from her has a point of a father’s happiness on the birthday of his baby boy. May God shows the widely way for my job and shows a place for us in order to be able to tight us up and to share back our love each other without a distance again between two of us.

 My child, this time I miss you so much, and as a man it is not reasonable for me to cry for it rises a question up, “boy or girl?”

 PIS March 2011, coated by manuscript “Koma”

English : Laki-laki Atau Perempuan 2

Moon…

You    do   not     send     my    moon   to   the   prison
in the wild jungle, your town for my poor heart
always looks for its love from town to town.

from heart to the spirit of it,
from its silence by sad
soul in the center
of my heart
sun
.

.

.

An Indonesian : Bulan Yang Terpenjara…

“Watch Out to Ulu Bekas”

Watch Out to Ulu Bekas

There is something the wind wants to tell its concern about its heart of life. It always disturbs the leaves on big trees, makes me disturb, maybe Neither do you and hopes somebody to understand and enable to understand a question: “Is there God’s creature still know each other?”.

And the long way is only keep silent to let the time pass to the end of its life. Only the sky above always listens to the restless wind. But on the high there, it can not do anything, although a pity thousand of feelings covering its heart hearing a noise of the restless yellow leave on the highest small branch of tree and a piece of heart that is on the bicycle on the long-hot asphalt road.

The wind stops to blow away, trying to understand the border of silent wisdom decided by nature. And a piece of yellow leave may take a rest for a moment from afraid of wind’s dangerous tease and a sob crying of heart. From the deep inside my heart, I’m sure that the wind is only gives a sign, for a while, before it will be a storm.

Above all, all of the life’s journey still flow as should be, even though you keep silent in thousand of words and reluctant to ask or understand about the wheel of unbalanced and flawed life in your side.

And the leaves falls down finally also, crush down to the center of ground. An old man walks over them by no chance, before then he goes away, away, and too far away. A pair of wheel’s life says farewell to my eyes. The old silent man has gone slowly, his flag is flied by in the distance, but his whisper to me still be reached although it sounds I hear no clear that I will never understand the meaning of writing: “Watch Out to Ulu Bekas?”

To the withered plant I ask: “Is there God Above?”

“Do not whine in the lifetime of your age!” the rice plant says so while stooping and kneeling to Him.

I look away to the cloudy sky, beg and ask again: Is there God above?

“Do not debate the relative things” the eagle shriek it up while diving and pouncing its prey on your grave, my heart start crying: “Is there God above?” You are smiled happily Jemek Supardi hears me, in front of crowd He points out the sky, in his silence he gives a question: “Is there God above?’

His face looks so sad in his center of heart saved thousand of mysteries that has been reached by my heart also and now I understand already.

PiS 12082011

In Indonesian : Hati-hati Ulu Bekas

When you wake up later

When you wake up later
you will get green grass
Spreading out widely and softly- fragrantly.
In your land you really have to forget me for my own is empty and infertile with a yard is full of sadness.

When you wake up later,
a full of love care will be poured up on you
Why all of every single breath you take.
In your land you really have to forget me for my own is gloomy
by the rooms of its sad

When you wake up later, thousand of butterflies will wait you,
perch on your hair slowly accompanying you
Their wings are colored.
In your land you really have to forget me for my own is only grey by the seconds of my poor.

When you wake up later,
if you don’t forget me,
would you like to save me under your cloud,
my song,
sound of my guitar,
and poem as a sign of my love in the past?

(Indonesian :  Ketika Kau Bangun Nanti)

PiS 2011

Work is Like A River

All works are like a river, I can make them in equal,  fight them,  be followed by their flow or race to the downstream.

I can also enjoy them  by getting out from their water once then take a sun bath, enjoying a piece of bread, hot coffee, making love with the wind, counting the stems of tree or writing a story in my diary part by part.

 The work is really like a river, I can forget the time, submerge and swim in the water. Getting a lot of fish and some kind of grass to make jelly, sniffing the plankton into my lungs even I don’t know its benefit for my body or taking the decorated stone which sometime it is not useful so for my life except for fun anyway.

 Ok…, the work is like a river. I can arrange it orderly in the world of my life, or no to be realized, forget about the time and when I get out I find my self to be wrinkled and coldness.

Indonesian : Pekerjaan itu seperti sungai.

PiS, August 26 2001.

 

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