Poem | Too Much Tears to Drink

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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

Poem | A June Rain (Memoir of A Poet)

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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, Hujan Bulan Juni, with one of the most iconic line that frequently quoted is “Tiada yang lebih tabah dari hujan di bulan Juni…

Poem | Tone and Words

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It doesn’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

June 17th, 2021

Poem | In This Jungle

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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

rain in the middle of June, 2021

Poem | Winner

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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

May 15th, 2021

Poem | When Ramadan Leaves Us

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Your existence is a peacefulness
among the blatant lust
You’re like a water
that put out an anger
so that it can’t spread to all directions
You’re like a home
a place to return my longing after a year of separation
You’re like hands
that lend a forgiveness
and embrace with an affection
even though my sins are as much as the sea foams

You’ll leave me
Replace with new month
And I’ll wait till you come over me
once again

Night before Eid Al-Fitr, May 12th, 2021 (30 Ramadhan 1442 H)

Poem | The Most Torment Loneliness

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Good night, moon
Have you ever felt lonely when everyone falls asleep?
There, you keep shining
When the city lights are on

They said, “you can find loneliness everywhere”
even in crowded places and situations
from reunion to my 3 a.m. conversation

Known or unknown
I know better what’s the most torment loneliness
Until you realize that one sided love is just nothing

Sunday morning, May 9th, 2021

Poem | Drama King

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Give me an evidence if your love is the truth that I can trust
Bring me hope from your deepest heart
Make me say “no” to any doubt

Give me an evidence if your shoulder is the best place to cry on
Bring me warmth from your embrace
Wipe my sorrow like I sweep the dirt on the floor

Don’t promise me anything
If you can’t keep your heart from lying
and put makeup of a fake smile

Look at me
Tell me everything with your eyes
Let’s shut our mouth for a moment
Will you?

God, I should be grateful
for Your guidance
so I can be on track to stay sane
away from the drama he created to drive me insane

May 3rd, 2021

Poem | Miserable Old Book

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My deep condolence for an old book on the shelf, in the corner of the room,
which is left dusty,
without a care or a lil touch

An old book plays its memories back,
remembering of when and who’s the last visitor that came to see,
Could it be two years ago, before all of the chaos? Or older than we’ve ever thought?”

An old book cries,
cause there’re no friends to talk to,
not even one,
Is everyone busy, so they don’t have time to talk to me? Or thing they always carry everywhere that makes them forget me?”

April 24th, 2021

*) this poem is written to commemorate World Book Day 2021 on April 23rd yesterday.