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Friday, August 12, 2016

Hola, dear all..
Been long time haven't written anything. Been preoccupied with these and those. Pretend to be busy here and there. And a bucket of excuses. Oh well. From today onwards, I've decided to write anything across my mind and things happen to me. I hope it's gonna be everyday as I force myself to write write write. An attempt which I struggle to survive. There are ups and downs, certainly, but to make it as a habit, it's still a big question. Need to juggle around between mother's task, wife's, lecturer's and student's. I wish I could have a courage to commit. I am a lousy person if it's to do with commitments (I remember someone said the same words to me. Hopefully I ain't a plagiarist. Haha..). Not to mention my acute laziness above all. Oh, and don't forget my indifferent behavior to some and many extents :p

Actually, it's a way too late to decide this change. As I need to consider my age. I've been 45 years old this year. Don't you think it's considered old enough to be a "real" blogger?

Well, I have some friends who are consistently being engaged to write their blog. FYI, I'd created this blog since 2006. The link is here. At the time, some friends had already had their blogs, and wrote it on day to day basis. Then, jump into conclusion, it's never too late to write. Anything, anyone and anywhere. Agree?

So, this is a writing of my daily journal in blogspot. Trying to be part of the mainstream bloggers. Writing their daily routines and reviewing some thingies they own, as well as having their opinions over some news, issues and or other problems'. How cool is it to be part of these, eh? ^_*

Once again, I announce that; this is mine, myself and I, officially. Enjoy!

Tuesday, September 01, 2015

Mencinta :Episode Empat Musim

Semi



Panas



Gugur



Dingin



::dinginmu, membuat semiku panas dan kemudian gugur...


@azha
1.09.2015

Monday, June 22, 2015

22:44

I
duadua
juni
sembilanbelastujuhsatu
angkaangka itu
menarinari dalam halamanhalaman hidup
menorehnoreh tinta warnawaarni bianglala
sederhana saja
: tawaran lukisan indah buatmu adalah sebermula

II
dan
duadua
juni
sembilanbelassembilansatu
nafasmu berburu dengan ruap pagi yang marak
sebab ingin kautumpah semua tintatinta kehidupan
merah, hitam, putih, kelabu
tersasar dan tersasar
pada kembara puisi, cinta dan catatan kuliah
: hidup akan selalu mengantarmu pulang, nak..
maka bergembiralah!

III
pada
duadua
juni
duaribulimabelas
ini sebaran noktahnoktah jiwamu yang
beranjak renta pada
lembarlembar stilistika dan katarsis
senandungmu lirih pada paruh senja yang kau piara
namun asa senatiasa disana
:semoga kenanganmu moksa
dan tak lagi netra menimbang hikmah





Cipayung, Duadua Juni Limabelas


Saturday, January 31, 2015

Lelaki Keruh

Telah berhambur katakata
tanpa makna
kebohongan kian berpacak pada tanahtanah sengsara,
manusia alih rupa srigala

dan lelaki itu
lelaki itu keruh
selaksa sungai kotor oleh sampahsampah
tak mampu ia halau
Sesaat di sudut lampau
rimbunan pohonpohon sejarah
memaku jejakjejaknya pada titah
pada bondong media; tv, radio, internet, ponsel :pintar dan tak pintar
: ia lah sang penyelamat!

dan tahbis jatuh padanya:
Sang Penyelamat itu tlah tahta
Ksatria konon impian rakyat
Ksatria penyebar bunga cinta
di jalanjalan angkara
Ialah (seharusnya) damai, harapan dan ada
tanpa bongkol kalimatkalimat retorik
tanpa pidato rasa anggur
:sebab wujud katakata adalah kerja

Ah!
Lelaki itu menyebar kabut, ternyata
pada jejakjejak berlian dibelakangnya
kirikanannya yang sampah bergumpal
bercampur dengan aroma darah

Sungguhkah ialah boneka?
Dari rajutanrajutan benang surrealis yang kian abstrak?
Oleh tirani konspirasi yang menjadi  jagat
: bahwa titah  langit adalah puguh!

Dan lelaki itu kini mengepul asap
setelah jewantah air ia mengabut
entah api,
entah air
berkarut

Cipayung, 31.01.2015

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Notion of Passion



One catharsis
Of Somebody
A tableau
In the light of knowledge
A Manifestation of contemplation
“Cognitive illumination via emotion
Not a purgation of repression”.
That’s what a book said.

What have I said;
Layers of life
Dancing through my mind
Crowded brain
In a serenity
Empty.
Hollow space

:In a zero gravity


Cipayung, 15.01.2015

IN SEARCH FOR A MUSE



Some blog rolling I had done to kill my absurd boredom while trying my utmost to be back to my dissertation. A way of finding my self esteem? Searching my self confidence? An oasis of my highest dryness, or is it a mere escape of all excuses? Lost of concentration, focus failure or a scapegoat? Call them what you like. But time flies. Whether I realize it, you realize it, or not. Not at all. That is not the real matter. And at this very time, it ticks at 1 am in the very next day of I had just realized. A begotten time lapse.  So very yesterday, some people say.  And once again, I curse myself!

It is now the 15th day of 2015…
What have you done?
Still looking for a muse? An inspiration? A motivator? A shadow?
And it is just an old rhyme; a same old song; a same old excuse:
Purging my rough patches. Haha..
Excuses..excuses..excuses..

I have been triggered by some of these young genes; they are superbly motivated, highly hard workers, superiorly committed to their dreams. And they are never being quitters. Never be losers. Consistently being dreamers. A constant pursue. And they keep their promises; being a dreamer. I wonder old people like me (I consider my self old, already: pardon me!), would be a consistent dreamer like them? Will they be, in a time span of their life someday, persistently being dreamers like they always be? Or they used to be?

You see, they jotted down their dreams; in papers, through pens, stamped at their private walls. Aiming high. Listed more than a hundred of dreams. Dreams that, to some people, might be an impossibility. Been screwed, been under estimated, been laughed. They didn’t, in fact, they don’t care at all. They keep running. Running high, sometimes low. Though, they keep in the pace. Of being a muse, of being an inspiration. Those are their motto.They keep remind themselves. They never forget. They strive to be there: on top of their success and become a muse. Inspire! Otherwise, you will be expired!


Cipayung, 15.01.2015

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Mencintamu adalah Angin

mencintamu adalah angin
yang berembus sepoi atau gemuruh

jika sepoi, ia serupa interlud
sejatinya singkat dan maujud
kidungkan doadoa tahajjud
dalam sunyi beribu sujud
berbingkai solitud

atau ia yang separuh ruh
jika gemuruh ia laksana guruh
serupa beliung tajam mencacah waktu hingga luruh

di belantara riuh



lalu menyesap tinggalkan asap
dan tak pernah sekalipun lesap
di sayapsayap malaikat yang menyadap

:mengunduh anugerahMu

Friday, January 24, 2014

On One Bowl of Soup



One day
One bowl soup one day on one afternoon
One heart met one other heart
One long forgotten ardour
(Could they become one?)
One bowl (wished to) melted two hearts
(In an attempt to uphold both)

In the meantime

Heat on other bowl is about to drop
Dissolved by other heart
That  frozen

Soto Ambengan, 24 January 2014