Seorang Perempuan
(kepada Mami)
seorang perempuan
melangkah riang
masuk ke dunia yang
entah ia kenal atau tidak
seorang perempuan
yang adalah tangannya
bedah dan besarkan bayi
lahir dari rahim akademika
hingga retas tumbuh kini
manakala sangwaktu
berputar hingga jadikannya
sebuah figur
atau bak kabut labirin
atau miris jadi katarsis
toh tetap ia asahasuh
selayak ibu besarkan anaknya
dengan sayang
sebab ditangannyalah tergenggam
kasih tak berujung
meski mereka
anakanak zaman
yang hilang
seorang perempuan
adalah lakunya sampai mereka
tiada putus alirkan karya pun ekspresi
walau teredam kelam rimba
menaramenara gading
dan terempas ke ruangruang hampa
tanpa makna
seorang perempuan
dahulu dan kini ia berlakon
sebab ialah ibu, teman, dan guru
walau generasi gugu bercontoh dengan raga
ikut bernyanyi dengan partitur sumbang
kemudian suatu ketika
perempuan itu beranjak
pergi melangkah
tinggalkan dunia yang
ia kenal atau tidak
sebab masanya telah tiba
tetapi
perempuan itu
masih saja asahasuh
anakanaknya dari jauh
dengan jiwa
sebab ialah ibu, teman dan guru
(Kendari, Juni 2005)
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Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
SELAMAT PAGI SENTANI
Selamat pagi, Sentani
sebelum teruapkan matahari
biar aku mengaku;
aku kedanaumu hanya
mencari cintaku
kucari ia diantara karangkarang
mungkin kau sembunyikan di arusbawah
atau Ia telah jadi legenda
terukir di kulit kerangkerang
tapi tak bisa aku selami dalamdalam
riakriakmu
telah selalu memotret langit biru
sebab toh aku tak mampu berenang serupa ikan
kucari Ia disela-sela Baliem
mungkin kau selipkan diantara bayangbayang pohon sagu
ada jejaknya tertinggal di horison
bersama orangorang Dani mereka bernyanyi
kemudian menari sunyi
ah! lihat bahagianya mereka
meruhkan Papua sebagai tanah jiwa
aku tahu betapa rindumu pada sebuah
kemerdekaan
sayang aku tak lagi luruh
untuk sekedar menyusur
jalanjalan kemanusiaan bersamamu
sebab sekali lagi aku
kedanaumu hanya mencari cintaku:
kami berjanji berbagi mimpimimpi
maukah kau sampaikan dengan tulus pada bintangbintang?
sepucuk doa "semoga kami akan bersama"
jika begitu, biar ku hadiahkan padamu;
"merdeka adalah sebuah niscaya bagimu!"
@azha 2002
sebelum teruapkan matahari
biar aku mengaku;
aku kedanaumu hanya
mencari cintaku
kucari ia diantara karangkarang
mungkin kau sembunyikan di arusbawah
atau Ia telah jadi legenda
terukir di kulit kerangkerang
tapi tak bisa aku selami dalamdalam
riakriakmu
telah selalu memotret langit biru
sebab toh aku tak mampu berenang serupa ikan
kucari Ia disela-sela Baliem
mungkin kau selipkan diantara bayangbayang pohon sagu
ada jejaknya tertinggal di horison
bersama orangorang Dani mereka bernyanyi
kemudian menari sunyi
ah! lihat bahagianya mereka
meruhkan Papua sebagai tanah jiwa
aku tahu betapa rindumu pada sebuah
kemerdekaan
sayang aku tak lagi luruh
untuk sekedar menyusur
jalanjalan kemanusiaan bersamamu
sebab sekali lagi aku
kedanaumu hanya mencari cintaku:
kami berjanji berbagi mimpimimpi
maukah kau sampaikan dengan tulus pada bintangbintang?
sepucuk doa "semoga kami akan bersama"
jika begitu, biar ku hadiahkan padamu;
"merdeka adalah sebuah niscaya bagimu!"
@azha 2002
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Endless Seasons
Dawn is blinking in autumn night
Shall leave the feast of summer
When brown maple leaves touch the earth
Will send but a mere rejoice
Then winter is frenzy; a mixture of black and white,
I pass nights with haunted memories
Like a ghost or,
An interlocutor
Stood up silent
But cold winds substitute my ancient scare
Blowing to a romantic spring
condensed with blooming daffodils or scents of jasmines, and jacaranda and bunches of rose
Yellow, white, purple, red
splendid
Thy set rainbows in my pale garden
Cheering thousands lonesome doves
And kindest wishes through,
As mine they bear to you
Though there is angst shadowing
With dreams and hopes accompanying,
“Will this be eternal?”
“Nay, let’s trust the untold time”
For Thy shall bring
Four seasons in me,
Will be everlasting and
celebrating this feeling
@azha, 2002
Shall leave the feast of summer
When brown maple leaves touch the earth
Will send but a mere rejoice
Then winter is frenzy; a mixture of black and white,
I pass nights with haunted memories
Like a ghost or,
An interlocutor
Stood up silent
But cold winds substitute my ancient scare
Blowing to a romantic spring
condensed with blooming daffodils or scents of jasmines, and jacaranda and bunches of rose
Yellow, white, purple, red
splendid
Thy set rainbows in my pale garden
Cheering thousands lonesome doves
And kindest wishes through,
As mine they bear to you
Though there is angst shadowing
With dreams and hopes accompanying,
“Will this be eternal?”
“Nay, let’s trust the untold time”
For Thy shall bring
Four seasons in me,
Will be everlasting and
celebrating this feeling
@azha, 2002
Thursday, October 20, 2005
PERHAPS
Perhaps, I draw a thousand labyrinths in your life
For I would never know how deep you’ve fallenI apologize
Whilst happiness, as appear in my very eyes, is a wink,
I, with naïve prayers, strive to bridge you to everlasting contentment,
With my utmost
“There have been struggles to preserve our love, then let there love be”I keep in mind
Perhaps, I swathe Thee with my mist silk
For you might be vulnerable from irritable agony
I do care
If I could shower Thee; snow from winter nucleus,
Then I will be fulfilled
Perhaps, I should transform and be your every breath
So distance fade away
Perhaps, I could only weep since
My tears will sing a never-ending chant
My imminent song shall moan our new expected sunrise, beyond zillions of rainbows
For I would never know how deep you’ve fallenI apologize
Whilst happiness, as appear in my very eyes, is a wink,
I, with naïve prayers, strive to bridge you to everlasting contentment,
With my utmost
“There have been struggles to preserve our love, then let there love be”I keep in mind
Perhaps, I swathe Thee with my mist silk
For you might be vulnerable from irritable agony
I do care
If I could shower Thee; snow from winter nucleus,
Then I will be fulfilled
Perhaps, I should transform and be your every breath
So distance fade away
Perhaps, I could only weep since
My tears will sing a never-ending chant
My imminent song shall moan our new expected sunrise, beyond zillions of rainbows
Sunday, September 18, 2005
A window to the World
Thursday, September 15, 2005
a note
A note is made on this pc. A server, so I need to be careful to not to bring any viruses. You know viruses are everywhere in this so-called cyber sphere, I like that coined word, and it's pretty hard to destroy them. Trust me. You can ask the administrator, if you like. Anyway, now I've made myself relax, from being sooo grumpy with my blogging effort. I've tried many times. Here, there, everywhere. And I feel comfortable with this one.Then, here I am. Happy walking..
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