25.9.16

Reinkarnasi Wayang Acak

: TW

Semoga di lain inkarnasi, aku akan menjadi engkau dan engkau akan menjadi aku dan kita akhirnya akan saling mengerti; hidup memang taklebih sekadar wayang acak.

Kita adalah topeng topeng yang menari dialun serunai dalam C, dan Yudhistira, aku (engkau) akan menanti untuk engkau (aku) menyanyi sekali lagi dalam semar dan mabuk melaung laungkan nama kita; "Drupadi-! Drupadi-! Di manakah, kembalilah, Dyah Ayu Drupadi, aku sudah parah-!". Begitulah topeng topeng terusan berlamentasi dalam haru lagu bernada nestapa. Namun dari balik kelir reinkarnasi ini, kesunyian turut terdengar satu nota lebih tinggi; "Aduh sayang, Sang Ludera, siapakah yang mendalangi segala rumit dan sakit ini kalau bukan kenaifan kenaifan kita sendiri?"

Sampai tiba satu ketika tingkah irama berhenti berbunyi, tidak ada siapa yang akan menabuh geduk gendang itu lagi. Sepicing bunyi kesi terdengar di hujung dinihari menandakan tamat reinkarnasi dan di dalam gelap panggung, topeng topeng pun menangis lagi.

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22.9.16

Perihal Puisi (iii)

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You are a bouquet of prose I dare not utter; a brilliant metaphor I dare not understand; a beautiful phrase I dare not read; for I am worried that letters would escape me; words would scurry away; while meanings would definitely mocking at me mercilessly it'll make me tremble with great shame and self pity; and the most humiliating is however much I try I'd still couldn't come out not even with one sensible reason for why should a broken piece of withered mudslate full of gibberish, pathetically deprived of depth and eloquence such is me, be allowed to even imagine about you, you magnificent poem ever written.

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6.9.16

Sublunary (i)

Lapar bikin marah. Marah bikin sajak. Sajak bikin revolusi. Revolusi bikin chaos. Chaos bikin sakit. Sakit bikin mati. Maka, carpe diem.


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4.9.16

A War Within

I am the soldier
I am the bombardier
I am the pilot
I am the tanker
I am the general of the highest order
I am the wound the mound the bunker
I am the weapon the rifle the grenade launcher
I am the bomb that obliterates
I am the bullet to my own head
I am the raging fire in the field of bloody ruins
I am the soulless soldier girl destined to be scarred in forever pain
I am my own hellish nightmare and I don't fucking care
Retreat your auxilliary army spare me the bullshit treaty
Let me fight my own goddamn battle, alone, for the war within is me.

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Two Wallflowers By The Window (ii)

: Dear Jon (for when nothing ends, forever seems short)

Please take me along with you to another planet with different hue of blue orbiting a cold sombre sun floating among watchful bunch of unnamed stars hidden by the arm of that one faraway lost galaxy where time doesn't exist and light shines in faint melancholy.

Because everything is temporary, so protempore please let my brief moment with you lingers a moment more.

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