Jiwaku lelah mengira masa - senja merangkak sepi.
Tentang Persemadian
Dibawah pohon itu, bersemadi yang paling tersayang.
Tentang Ketidaktentuan
Kabur mata menduga arah Katup hati dirundung gentar Pada Engkau doa diserah Mohon jalan dicurah sinar
On this Morning without Monkey
The morning feels so desolate
No charming meow to meet
No loving purr of tortitude
No furry paw to greet
This morning makes the first of morns
of many more in store
For now it's just the two of us
No Monkey, ever more.
On Changes
I’m goin’ through changes -
the vicissitudes of Life,
they ain’t stop’n for me.
On Consolation
In consolation
these words are yours - to soothe and
to say “nevermore”.
Tentang Birat-Birat
Birat-birat itu adalah
Biru lebam yang belum padam
Seakan cakaran yang cukup dalam
Pada tubuh dan jiwamu
Takkan kau lupakan
Meskipun bertahun lamanya
Meskipun dia sudah lama mati
Dendam marah itu masih sebati
Marak kesumat
Merah meligat
Api kecewa seorang anak yang terbangsat.
On Plucking the Bitter Fruit
They asked me to describe
what it is that
I am feeling right now:
The disappointment of a son
and the alienation of a man
the bitterness of hopes
and the sweetness of vindication
the smallness of petty disagreements
and the enormity of loss
even if it is just the losing of you
I buried you yesterday
and I accepted your mantle
but I refuse this myth-making
this farce of false memories
You left us yesterday
but I left you long ago.
On Winning
I came home and
opened the door
It was early morning
and my cat meowed
welcoming me home
I stooped down to pet her
with tears in my eyes, saying
“You won, Monkey. You won.”
Tentang Kerapuhan
Sesat dalam cahaya terang
Jenuh aku mencari Jalan
Gundah hati bukan kepalang
Rapuh jiwa terpatah jangan.