I wonder why the sad episodes of this land still continue day by day Where’s my bright and cheerful September gone? All I can see are dark days full of tears and sorrow
The sun hide its smile The wind whispered softly to the leaves to the mountains to the oceans to the sky Then, the sky became gloomy all day long His departure was mourned by children of the land Our motherland lost her beloved son I could see her tears streaming down the river
Yesterday, he said “good bye” It was his last greeting Izrail has picked him up Separate him from mortality Rang the death bell on top of his head Sent his soul back to the eternal sleep to meet his true love to rest in peace beside Him and reunite again with the eternity *)
Yogyakarta, September 12th, 2019-12.14 p.m.
*) Commemorating the passing of former 3rd President of Indonesia, BJ Habibie on September 11th, 2019. May Allah bless him and forgive all of his sins.
My eyes were wide open My head was spinning I slapped my face to wake me up from the unconsciousness If it’s just my imagination, was I daydreaming? If it’s just my dream, did I really sleep? or was it a lucid dream? If I was half awake, did I enter the trance or was it a sign to wake me up ASAP?
I used to think that someone could be more poetic when he/she fall in love and broken heart. Is it true? After I had an interaction with poem for several months ago, I realized that it could be true and not (It depends on the person and what he/she write about). The opinion isn’t completely wrong, but also not completely right. How come?
I said it’s not completely wrong because from my observation (I’m sorry if I can’t mention the exact number or percentage accurately because it’s not for survey or research purpose), there’re many great poems was born from the hands of poet who’re in love or broken heart. Especially if someone who’s broken hearted failed to move on. Beside poems about fall in love and broken heart, there’s one more poem that often left deep impression on me. Poems about longing. (Falling in love and broken heart aren’t complete without longing).
But, I said that it’s not completely right because there’re also many poems were created out of social issues concern. There’re poems about nationalism. There’re poems about the beauty of nature that can increase our admiration for His greatness. And many more, outside the falling in love and broken heart topics.
Regardless of whatever the poem’s theme was written on, a poem still has the special place in my heart. Like what you see on the title, that’s one of reasons why poem is special for me. All good and bad experiences, regret and mistakes in the past, dream and hopes in the future, something I don’t/want to do, imagination, gratitude, longing etc. I can tell about them all in my poem. I can capture the beauty of life through my poem. I can capture life’s problem through my poem. I always feel relieved after making a confession through my poem. I find and define myself through my poem. It feels like a therapy for me.
Have a great day, everyone! Don’t forget to be happy.
Have you ever fallen in love? How do you feel? You’ll feel joy, content and heart racing just to see his/her smile everyday. Every little thing they do seems so cute,sweet and special to you.
Have you ever broken heart? How do you feel? When you’re broken hearted, what you’ll feel is the opposite of how you feel when you fall in love. You can be broken hearted because of break up or one-sided love. But, broken heart can give you many life lessons to be stronger and careful in the future. As long as you can forgive yourself, receive your past and take the lessons with positive mind. Never face a broken heart with self blaming, self harm or suicide.
Actually, broken heart is a risk or “side effect” of falling in love. If you fall in love and even brave enough to confess your feeling to your crush, you have to be ready when he/she give you a disappointing answer. When you decided to be in relationship, you maybe face a break up or you want to take the relationship to another level (read : marriage) in the end. That’s also a risk or “side effect” of getting in relationship.
There’s no standard in defining the meaning of love. If you often hear that music is universal language, there’s one more thing that can be considered as universal language. What is it? Yes, it is love! I believe that love is the best gift from God. He created us with love. He is showering us with love everytime and everywhere. Therefore, humans are “love creatures” so, it’s really normal if they want to love and be loved. Everyone deserves love. No matter who you are. No matter what your life background. Love doesn’t only happen between the two lovers, but also happen between children and parents, between students and teachers, between sisters and brothers, between friends or best friends, between humans and animals and plants, between humans and nature even between humans and God. All of you are precious and deserve love. And don’t forget to always love yourself. Because no one can love you as well as yourself.
Have a great day, everyone! Don’t forget to be happy.
Maybe you’d laugh over me Thinking I’m crazy Cause of writing too much poetry Never mind! As long as you’re happy I don’t really care
Maybe you’d dissect my head just to find what’s hidden inside checking if there’s any problem with my nerves Okay, do what you want! As long as I can satisfy your curiosity I’ll be happy
Maybe we never met Maybe we’ve ever met but, never recognized each other faces Ah, maybe we’re just passing by But, I know you I can feel love is breathing through your words like I can feel my blood runs in my veins I don’t know if I fall in love with you or your writing But, if I can’t make you mine I’ll bring your figure to life in my poetry for the rest of my life
Yogyakarta, September 4th, 2019-11.34 a.m. -made by love-
Ah, now, you’re here soon, you’ll replace heat with cooler air although it’s not as cold as winter shade of green will be replaced by yellow or orange before they’ll be all white
Falling unconsciously shedding your past and dark days in your 28, 29, 30 or 31 days that left behind like a tree shedding its leaves
When September greets you closes your summer break episode you open and write your new hope on the new page singing your optimism at the top of your lung cause you know that it’s the beginning to reunite with the end again
Thank God, for every breath for every strength for every joy and sorrow to walk, run and rest in this long journey
Walking in steady pace when life goes normal Running in fast pace when life goes challenging Resting in slow pace when life goes harder not for stopping but for rethinking and taking a deep breath
Quarter of century walking in a flower road and dark tunnel alternately climbing the mountain and enjoying the scenery at the same time feelings that unable to be described even in a poem I wrote even in an upbeat song I often listen to just one word I can say now, “thank you”