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Thursday, June 08, 2023

Tanah Tamalaki

Apa telah datang padamu, 
kabar dari Negeri nun jauh? 
Mereka merangsek maju

"Ini tanah para leluhur
Kami tak mau berbagi subur
Apalagi harta dihambur" 

"Tak boleh tentang itu adat, 
Apalagi menghujat! 
Sungguh, ini tentang istiadat
Nan kukuh tanpa tenggat
Meski berkalang gelagat" 

gawat! 

Para tetua mulai angkat Kalo
Kalau Kalo tlah berkata "heo!" 
Langitkan titah Tolohianga
Tunggulah!

Bumi menderapkan kaki kudakuda 
Tamalaki berjagajaga
Tanpa lelap trus siaga
Maka kelahi tiada
Namun niaga tetap ada
Tanah-tanah berburai tanpa hara 


Hendak bertitah apa? 
Meski kuasa? 

::investigasi, eksplorasi. eksploitasi!






Kemaraya, 2023




Monday, February 21, 2022

katakatanya

Katanya, katakata nya sangat berkata
Entah apa hingga kaya katakata
Entah kata sebagai mana hingga mampu berkatakata
Adakah kuasa dalam katakata nya? 
Adakah berkah dalam kata, katanya?
Adakah nada dalam katakata nya?
Adakah KATA dalam kata, katanya?
Adakah KITA dalam katanya?
Kata kita kata tanya
Kata nya kita kata tanya
Katanya, KITA tanya kata
Katanya, KITA kata tanya
Kata kita kata tanya
KATA KITA KATA KATA




Cipayung, 21.02.22

Tuesday, December 21, 2021

Oblivion, DearTime!


has ever come to you, dear Time?
those discourses
on Sorrow
on Emptiness

drawing extra dimensions
of other creatures
grumbling crumbling mumbling thus
stating that; their improbability
is null

creating frightens
then, numb.. 


if you can count the percentages
how much can you quantify?
pull you back to a never-ending hollow labyrinths::
instead of shrinking you in a machine
will  suck you into
barren..

:: There might be God's hand reaching and squeezing you

one times zero equals to
none... 
then we are back to square one 
with oblivious, dear Time
I certainly against you this. Let's head to head and accomplish the quarrel once and for all 

you will exist no more..

Jakarta, 21.12. 21



Sunday, September 27, 2020

A Farewell Serenade

Oh Dear,
So these "love is in the air", " love is what you need", "love will lead you back" things have about to corner
Pinkish jargons as sweet as candies had come to an end
Phone calls, rendezvous, cyber appointments have many but null
Cotton candies skies turn back to grey
At a sudden

By only some words
Which for me was quite quirking
And whirlwind
But to you were quite sharping 
And nailing
And those words were chopping 
Your heart into pieces
(And mine)

Sorry not sorry..
(But Thou acted silently afterwards)

Apology accepted!
Though words spoken none unto your mouth 
Care not do Thy?
Otherwise immediately notified
Thou meant only mean!


:However doves flew shy away..


Sunday, July 19, 2020

On Parenting: Do we have to spank?

Once upon a time, on my attempt to preserve my passion to write, I've forced myself to read numbers of reading. Either it is on the net, or it is on papers. Got pieces from my hubby who, this made me envy at him, fortunately has an opportunity to participate in a workshop for writing (well, I will share my feeling about this, I promise!^-^). While, stuttering those pieces on how to manage my time to read all of them, I happened to grab one which hit in my eyes.

This piece is about spanking, or let me say, topics about child abuse, I guess. Kinda shock, frankly speaking. As it is an issue that many people prefer not to discuss. It tells about the reality happens in many American houses where parents becoming hopeless toward their children upbringing. Many kids have lost their respects to parents nowadays. So then the writer put his statements that spanking is as acceptable and sometimes necessary form of disciplining a child.While, ironically circa 1990's to 2000, parents were quite insisting on fitting their children to be their BFF.

Correct me if I'm wrong, this also have happened in Indonesia these decades, right?

I can witness and confess that we are eager and anxious enough to comfort our children. Consciously or unconsciously,we stretch the path to their future, lead them, serve them, protect them. Without knowing to realize that they have little, if not at all, respects to their parents.

To some degree,  we are loosing attempts to make our children to be discipline somehow. Not to mention the working parents who surrender to the so called quality time; it should be peaceful, should be still, no arguments, no battle. Peace and ease at home. And this might be a standard operation to many households.

Luckily, we are familiar to and yet live in  Eastern cultures (part of religions, as well) where respecting parents are one of the many duties a child need to bear on. At one thing, living in a culture like this can benefit our modes of parenting. Obey parents' instructions, being polite to the elderly especially our mother, no offense words, are ones of the many "rules" addressed to so-called Eastern people (well, this term is also questionable) without any reserved whatsoever.

When I was a kid, I sincerely follow these rules. Follow the rules, then the rewards are in the Hereafter; Paradise.As simple as that. With no exception and arguments, kids in those time had had unspoken consensus.A way too far to what happened nowadays. Kids recently are mostly winning the battle of debate. Their arguments are sophisticated. Full of assumption and logical. At least, to my experience. Haha..

Thus, what parents do when they are within that kind of situation? Some are following the flow. Some are building their wall of protection. Arguing their children is one way to show their power and at the same time a proof that parents are more experienced than these little people. But for me, our children are and should be our responsibility to The Creator, our living and closest friends to chat about many things, our urgent person to contact, our reminders gently or not concerning some things, our support system, our big helpers and many more. You see, if we put our shoes on theirs and understand their position, especially their day to day experience, we will witness our relationship grow stronger and stronger each and every day. Our bonding is not merely the blood but also spiritual, social and even critical thoughts on many issues. 

Those are my opinions. I don't know your thoughts. Have any? Please comment on the box.. 

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

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Aku dan Hujan




Hujan, ingatkan aku untuk selalu mengatakan:
“Memandangmu adalah terindah
Melihatmu beningkan keruhku”
Mendengar ramaimu tetes demi tetes, rintik bahkan deburmu mampu riuhkan sepiku”
Jangan lupa ingatkan pula aku untuk selalu mengatakan:
Melepasnya adalah sebuah keniscayaan”


Cipayung, 2014

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Tari Sunyi

Sungguh! Tak tau aku..
Menarikan sekuelsekuel indah dalam hidupmu
Seperti netra yang kembara
di gurun yang seperti bara
Atau meracau entah merapal
gitagita mantra yang berubah jadi ajal
antara maya dan nyata
sekelibat kita 

Saturday, September 08, 2012

menolak lupa

adalah waktu yang menjadikanmu abadi
ketika hakhak mereka yang tak berdaya dikebiri
adalah semangatmu yang mampu angkat dan perjuangkan
agar mereka tak teraniaya, tertindas, terbungkam dan termatikan 
walau upayamu santun, lembut, beradab dianggap biadab
menantang rezim, otokrasi dan arogansi
kokoh berdiri ragamu memeluk pertiwi
kukuh menggenggam bendera justicia
mengusap semua yang tersisa lara
walau berbayar darah
dan mati adalah sebutir hikmah
dari semua yang tlah hitam
berbalut kelam

hingga delapan tahun kini

: maka hiduplah dalam ingatan kami!
agar kami tak henti melawan lupa
hiduplah!

*a tribute to Munir Said Thalib

Episode Satu: Kelopak Itu

Dan kelopak itu nyaris gugur
Pada tanahtanah utopis yang kau sebar janjijanji
Terangkai dari residuresidu kenangan
"Memang berandai adalah kemerdekaan yang nyata"
semacam candu paling nikmat
; merasuk, bermetastase, setelah itu mendekam
di loronglorong otak kita paling dalam

Dan selanjutnya kalimat memabukkan hamburkan
ideologi "seharusnya"
: bertemu, bersatu, selalu, selamanya
misalkan stigma itu menyata:  sejatinya kita tak sepadan
sebisa mungkin konsisten mencipta nyaman
bukan berbias beda
yang tak berarah


Thursday, June 21, 2012

Ketika Hati Tak Bersuara

Ketika biola mengirisiris hati
menyisakan serakserak mimpi masih murni
Persis depan mata jatuhkan sepi
titiktitik air pada lautan tak bertepi
Endapkan duka bayangi rindu purba
Gulung riakrak yang jatuh pada bunga

Ketika piano meraung sakau
Hajar seluruh dentingdenting waktu
Tiba pada klimaks kata
Betapa hati tak lagi bersuara

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Kembalikan Bahagia

bila bahagia adalah milik masa lalu
sungguhkah jejakjejak itu tersusun dimatamu?
namun koleksi memorabiliamu meruap mengungkap
tinggal keranda kisah yang tak pernah terucap
lantas masa depan milik siapa?

aku bersandar pada malam sebab ia adalah misteri kelam
dan burung-burung malam bertaruh mematuk kejam
sisa bintangbintang yang kupoles pelanpelan
berharap menjadi fajar merekah retaskan kita jalan
pada perahu pagi yang kelak berlayar

atau terdampar disurga berbau anyelir dan rosa
atau karam di horison yang vertikal?

seperti inikah ia?
antara ada dan tiada?
bila bahagia adalah milik semua masa lalumu
kembalikan saja bahagiamu! 


Friday, February 24, 2012

Mirror

some has mirrored themselves into their own mirrors
some has found other person's mirror as their mirror
some has stood up only face to face with their mirror
some has sliced their bodies just to be fitted with the mirror
some has struggled to show their beauty beyond mirrors
some has prescribed their future to the mirror
some has lifted their tears inside their mirror
and those some with those fallen teardrops has hidden their melancholy
and those some has declared their mournfulness to the shrine of the mirror
and I found myself into those some...