When the world is too noisy All I can hear are just noise So, where’s the forgotten voice? Is it hidden somewhere or blend in with the society?
When I’m surrounded by these nonsenses It’s harder for me to stay sane But, as long as my steps are on the lane I’ll keep walking and pretend to not hear
When the noise makes me lose myself Let this poem be a piece of me Let it tells you of my other side and be a reflection when I make mistakes
On your footsteps to haste On a regret that comes after Me, my footsteps and those destination is the same narration with yours
I knew the emptiness in you There’s a long waiting and an old pain You’re waiting for helping hands or a drop of serenity that you feel difficult to find
Everyone will wake up from their long sleeps In my awareness, I learn about what I have to finish before giving you an answer or else I’ll end up swallow my bitter pills
Welcome to the last supper! when we have an ignorance as our appetizer, sadness is a main dish, and anxiety is a dessert that served at our table
They continue to feed us a denial Until truth and lie are interchangeable Intelligence and stupidity are just on a thin line We don’t know what and where’s the limit
You think that there’s nothing more resilient than a June rain But, we’re more than tough to drink too much tears When one by one soul has left its body Reaching an eternal peace in a better place
Give me a sign even though I’m too blind to notice Give me alerts even though I’m too stupid to know Give me greeting and farewell even you have to say,
“I’m standing at your door. I’ll come in when your time is over”
July 12th, 2021 during the second wave of pandemic
I thought a June rain was only written in a poetry But, I see it cover up my town almost everyday Making the sky mourn and people lose their intentions to run the jobs I thought a June rain was only a piece of poetic phrase But, it’s too nostalgic to be missed or ignore even by a passerby or a girl who curled up under the blanket
I thought a June rain was just a myth But, it’s an anomaly that caused by human greed so, our mother earth is angry and let go of her wrath to everybody *)
June 23rd, 2021
*) This poem was inspired by Sapardi Djoko Damono’s most well-known works, HujanBulan Juni, with one of the most iconic line that frequently quoted is “Tiada yang lebih tabah dari hujan di bulan Juni…“
Itdoesn’t need words to make you stunned Cause it’s created to please your ears Once in a while it will drive you in a dance On another day your feeling will be messed
But, the words are here to talk to those who are breathe to those who are burried Unite with the tone to complete the puzzle piece of stories And blow a spirit to the dying imagination so that it will be alive once again
In this jungle, we’re eyewitnesses of the cruelty and injustice Everysecond is like cards that we bet on gambling table This is our battlefield of goals and ambitions, because homeland can’t grow hopes anymore Some of them will stand with their heads up, the others have to go home with their heads down. In this jungle, darkness turns into an uncertainty and ignorance Misleading us, away from the destination, and we’ll get lost more if we can’t find any right direction
For some students, history might be a boring subject. It might be a teacher who doesn’t know how to attract students’ interest in history or the students don’t like to memorize years and figures in every historical events.
I’ve heard one of my friend said, “It’s just past events. Why should we care about something that left behind?” Do you think the same?
I won’t write about the importance of studying or learning history here. But, I want to talk a little bit about historical fiction.
Some of you might love fiction. No matter what the genres are. It can be romance, action, thriller, drama, horror, fantasy, science fiction (sci-fi) etc. But, how about historical fiction?
If you think that historical fiction is the same as your history text book, I can tell you that’s not true. As its name, it’s written based on historical event. So, writing a historical fiction means timeline, places, nuances, situations and the event itself must be suitable with the historical facts.
Then, where’s the fiction touch in it? The fiction touch can be found in the characters of the stories.
Lately, I’ve been trying to read historical fiction. My father have many books of this genre. So, I’ll read some pages during my leisure and I try to finish them.
Well, let me tell you some reasons why you should read a historical fiction (from my perspective).
Reading a historical fiction is one of the bestyet fun way to study or learnhistory. You don’t need to memorize years, places, figures event agreement’s content like when you read your history text book. Just enjoy the story and you still get knowledge or information about what happened in that eras. I think it will make you understand the history better.
It gives you some life lessons that would be relevant to nowadays and the future. Beside having a better understanding of the history itself, you can get life lessons or moral values of the stories. So, the answer of my friend’s question above is learning history (even though through historical fiction) can be a good reminder for everyone to not falling into the same mistakes in the future.
You can enjoy the storyline, characters, relationship between the characters, character development, dialogues, actions, even the beauty of the words without losing a focus on historical values
You can find humanist sides from the characters of the story. Although a character is described as a brave hero or idealist activist who’s struggling for freedom and justice, he/she is just a human with strength and weakness. He/she could have fragile and emotional side. And you might not find this kind of little piece in your text book.
Do you like to read historical fiction? What historical fiction is your favorite and why? Let’s share.
How many times do I have to die? so that I’ll know how’s being alive in a place and time among the changes and pressures Let me switch my soul with the new one as a redemption and a sign that I never forget to rise after my downfall
“Can I be a winner without weapons and soldiers behind?”
Push my limits out of the borderline to have a better sight of what I can and can’t threat and chance on all four quadrants
Change happens to all permanent or temporal like a mood swing the daily dose of on and off
Or going through the hardest part purify my heart at the start from any stain that blocks the light so I can get lost on the right track and know which side I have to stand up
