[Poem] December Rain

 

DECEMBER RAIN

IF nothing gets in the way, this afternoon I will see you

To express love

Did not you have been waiting for that time

In the silence of hundreds of years of roses

Then stand at the door of your childhood

Greet me with your brown eyes

Or stab me with songs from the past

What you imitate from the sound of an owl

THE PAST runs like clouds hiding in the twigs of the night

Once upon a time it slipped under your dress and made me jealous

Waving softly like a drizzling sound in the afternoon wind

But suddenly you cry when the drizzle incarnates

Heavy rain that tore your hair

DECEMBER is indeed not the right time to express love

Because this month’s wind is too strong

Fly the roof of the building and knock down the angsana tree

What’s more just a rose in my hand

One beat at a time my love can be broken into pieces

I REALLY should be patient waiting for June

When the rain drops so slowly and poignantly

As described in the June Rain poem by poet Sapardi Djoko Damono

Longing is left to be a secret of nature that is never spoken

Longing is so wise, so wise

BUT  I won’t be as patient as June’s rain

Even secretly I hope it rains more heavily than usual

So there is a reason for not expressing love

All I’m waiting for is the right time

To slip love in your childhood hair ribbon

So that you stay immortal in time.

(IG: ahmadgaus68)

 

 

HUJAN BULAN DESEMBER

Kalau tidak ada aral melintang, nanti sore aku akan menemuimu
Untuk menyatakan cinta
Bukankah kau telah menunggu masa itu
Dalam kesunyian ratusan tahun bunga mawar
Maka berdirilah di pintu masa kanak-kanakmu
Sambut aku dengan mata coklatmu
Atau tikam aku dengan nyanyian masa lalu
Yang kau tirukan dari suara burung hantu

Masa lalu berjalan seperti awan yang bersembunyi di ranting malam
Sekali waktu menyusup ke balik gaunmu dan membuat aku cemburu
Mengalun lirih seperti suara gerimis diterpa angin petang
Tapi tiba-tiba engkau menangis ketika gerimis menjelma 
Hujan lebat yang mengoyak-ngoyak rambutmu

Bulan Desember memang bukan saat yang tepat untuk menyatakan cinta
Sebab angin bulan ini terlalu kencang
Menerbangkan atap gedung dan merobohkan pohon angsana
Apatah lagi cuma sekuntum bunga mawar di tanganku
Sekali hentak saja cintaku bisa hancur berkeping-keping

Harusnya memang aku bersabar menunggu bulan Juni 
Ketika rintik hujan turun begitu pelan dan pedih
Seperti dilukiskan dalam puisi Hujan Bulan Juni oleh penyair Sapardi Djoko Damono
Kerinduan dibiarkan menjadi rahasia alam yang tak pernah terucapkan
Kerinduan begitu arif, begitu bijak

Tapi aku tidak akan setabah hujan bulan Juni
Bahkan diam-diam aku berharap hujan turun lebih deras dari biasanya
Supaya ada alasan untuk tidak menyatakan cinta
Yang kutunggu hanyalah waktu yang tepat
Untuk menyelipkan cinta pada pita rambut kanak-kanakmu
Agar dengan begitu engkau tetap abadi dalam waktu.

Jakarta, 13/12/2018
IG: ahmadgaus68 — di Daerah Khusus Ibukota Jakarta.

[Puisi] Batu Tidak Ingin Menjadi Manusia

Makhluk-makhluk itu muncul begitu saja
dari bongkahan batu
menjelma burung-burung yang lapar
terbang mengelilingi kota
mencari sisa-sisa makanan dan bangkai
untuk memenuhi kebutuhan
manusia

Di malam hari makhluk-makhluk itu
kembali menjadi batu
tapi batu-batu yang berekor api
berlintasan bagai anak-anak panah
yang dilepaskan

Maka banyak peristiwa di malam hari:
bintang yang pecah berkeping-keping
bidadari-bidadari yang menjerit
dilemparkan dari surga
kabut hitam yang masuk ke telinga
mengubah dirinya menjadi serigala
mengaumkan ancaman
dan menghilang begitu saja
di kegelapan

Bulan mengirimkan sinarnya masuk
ke dalam kepala
Tapi jangan salah, kepala adalah gudang

tempat penyimpanan senjata
tempat penyanderaan musuh-musuh
temboknya dipenuhi kawat berduri
dan dijaga oleh makhluk-makhluk halus

Makhluk-makhluk itu mengambil batu
untuk melempari bulan
hingga bulan terluka dan menangis
menjeritkan nyanyian-nyanyian gaib
seperti lolongan anjing yang tersekap
oleh ketakutannya sendiri

Batu-batu itu tertawa melengking
memercikkan api dari ekor-ekornya
seperti ingin membakar bumi
memusnahkan masyarakat manusia

Begitu marahnya batu kepada manusia
padahal, berabad-abad lamanya
manusia dan batu hidup berdampingan
secara damai
sampai kemudian konflik tak terhindarkan
saat manusia merenggut batu-batu itu
dari tempat mereka bersemadi
untuk melempari manusia lain sampai mati
dan merampas kehormatannya

Batu akhirnya tahu tabiat buruk manusia
yang gemar membunuh dan
memakan bangkai saudaranya
maka batu tidak pernah bermimpi
menjadi manusia
mereka hanya ingin kembali ke habitatnya
berzikir menyucikan diri
berdiam diri selamanya
dalam meditasi abadi

Palangkaraya, 09/10/18

[Puisi] November Rain

 

November Rain

Setiap kali hujan turun
engkau bertanya di mana kekasihmu
pada tanah basah
melepaskan diri dari
membawa bayang-bayang

Rintik hujan meninggalkan kecupan
yang kini menjadi danau
di keningmu

Lalu engkau berusaha mencintai hujan
karena ragu dengan perasaanmu
akan mengalir ke laut
atau bersikeras menjadi awan

 

Ciputat, 10/11/18

IG: ahmadgaus68

Cerita Pagi

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CERITA PAGI

Kabut turun di rooftop
lembut dan tipis seperti
gaun tidurmu

Aku terjatuh dari tangga angin
waktu mematahkan tangkai sayap
peri kegelapan

Kulihat kau duduk di sana
di antara kursi-kursi kosong

Menyanyikan sepotong lagu hitam
menikam musnah segala
yang dirindu

Burung-burung beterbangan
dari rambutmu!

Depok, 18/11/18

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SENJA DI JAKARTA

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SENJA DI JAKARTA

tubuhku berulang kali menjadi dinding, kekasihku

menahan rasa sakit dan gemuruh angin yang dikirim

dari gedung-gedung yang selalu berisik

di jantung kota

kisah-kisah konspirasi menjerat mimpiku

di kursi-kursi tua yang lelah menunggumu

untuk menghapus peluh dari tanganku

yang tidak berhenti berderak

di sudut kota matahari sore menerobos

jendela apartemen yang tidak pernah dibuka

burung gereja menyanyikan mars perjuangan

awan hitam berbaris seperti pasukan demonstran

yang marah, ingin merubuhkan pagar istana

intrik, makar, konspirasi, apalagi

semua huru-hara ini, kekasihku,

masih akan berlangsung

memekakan telingaku yang sudah rata

dengan jalanan

pandanganku yang selalu nanar

kehilangan taman bunga

duduklah, aku ingin menikmati lagi

bibir senja, rambutmu yang berkilau langit sutra

matamu yang bening bagai air telaga

aku ingin mereguk lagi segelas teh

dan ciuman hangat

sebelum senja berlalu

memetik bunga mawar di kelopak matamu

Jakarta, 26 Juli 2017

Senja di Jakarta

SDD

Bersama sastrawan senior Indonesia, Sapardi Djoko Damono (SDD), usai seminar sastra Melayu di Selangor, Malaysia, Desember 2017

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Kasih Tak Sampai

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Jembatan Siti Nurbaya, Padang

 

Kasih Tak Sampai

— Untuk Siti Nurbaya

akhirnya kujumpai kau di sini
di atas sungai batang arau
sebuah jembatan terbentang
menghubungkan bukit hijau
dan masa lampau
yang mengambang di udara

deretan kisah lama masih ada
tragedi dan roman airmata
gedung-gedung tua yang berhimpitan
di sepanjang tepian
kupandangi lagi matamu, bibirmu
rambutmu yang dipintal cakrawala

kapal-kapal datang dan pergi
tapi engkau tetap berdiri
bertahan dengan cintamu
di ambang waktu

Padang, 14/10/18

 

Padang
Pantai Padang– di bukit sana terletak makam Siti Nurbaya, tokoh legendaris dalam roman karya Marah Rusli.

[Poem] GOD IS NOT HERE

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GOD IS NOT HERE

There is another who incites the wall

Hiding in an old microphone

His words scattered in the air

Splitting the city in two

And suddenly I lost you

Every time I call, you infiltrate the rock

Closing all doors from the sound of the wind

Waves

Chirping birds in open fields

Even the sun is now halved

One you take home

The rest is the darkness that you put on my face

Likewise highways, residential areas, art buildings, houses of worship.

Everyone stepped on someone else’s body to fly the flag

Faith resides above the head that ignites fire

People shout to God

But God isn’t here

In a split

I vaguely saw His face there

At the end of the road

Waving hands

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Oct 04 2018

Ahmad Gaus AF

10-Rindu

[Poem] NIGHT SONG

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Illustration: https://clipartxtras.com/download/f1d25e8e219045ed723722d5d2301838b64bef4e.html

 

NIGHT SONG

Specks of dust in the night sky kept my loneliness in company.  The moon sits perfectly in the window.  Reluctantly contemplating to deliver message from the lover – who is the horizon.

I imagine he comes up to me, bringing about an influx of deafening silence in my chest.  Calling back seagulls, who flew miles away to another bay to make love.  Reminiscing memories buried in sand and stone.  In my shore the mist sleeping so soundly.  Coral reefs stood still waiting, and endlessly waiting for the souls  Souls who can resuscitate them with new life 

My tongue is squeezed under the foam.  Words cross the island, and they are worn out for carrying the truth And finally, place them under the rainbow stairs when strong winds hit the beach in the afternoon.

Accordingly, tonight my song flowed into the still lake.  Because, who else can play such beautiful a tone other than silence, and who else can blink a life soul other than the clear eyes.  

A poem by ahmad gaus, surabaya, Oct 04/17

 

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august 2017, tidung island, kepulauan seribu

[Poem] AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A BIRD

 

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Illustration: https://carra-lucia-books.co.uk/2015/09/28/caged-bird-poem-by-maya-angelou/

AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A BIRD

A Poem by Ahmad Gaus

It’s been three days my bird in the cage doesn’t want to eat. And last night, when I gave food, he refused it smoothly. “I’m not hungry. I just need a pen.” I was surprised to hear that request. “What for?” I ask. “I want to write a biography.” Then I put the pen in the cage.

In the morning I found the bird lying lifeless. On the wings a sign reads: “Lord, my life and death are yours. Today I return everything to you, except these wings. Give them to those who crave freedom.”

Bandung, September 15, 2018

Burung

Ahmad Gaus is a writer and social activist. His activities is around tolerance and religious freedom. His dream is to let go of all the birds in cages all over the world. He wrote a number of poems in two anthologies: I Await You on Cisadane River (2013) and Twilight in Jakarta (2017). He also teaches language and culture courses at Swiss German University (SGU) in Tangerang, Indonesia. Besides writing poetry, he also wrote in social, cultural, religious, and political issues.

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Caged Bird – Poem by Maya Angelou

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

About the Author

Maya Angelou
Born on April 4, 1928, in St. Louis, Missouri, writer and civil rights activist Maya Angelou is known for her 1969 memoir, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, which made literary history as the first nonfiction best-seller by an African-American woman. In 1971, Angelou published the Pulitzer Prize-nominated poetry collection Just Give Me a Cool Drink of Water ‘Fore I Die. She later wrote the poem “On the Pulse of Morning”—one of her most famous works—which she recited at President Bill Clinton’s inauguration in 1993. Angelou received several honors throughout her career, including two NAACP Image Awards in the outstanding literary work (nonfiction) category, in 2005 and 2009. She died on May 28, 2014.

[Poem] Zombie City

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ZOMBIE CITY

Zombies build cities from the ground up in the holy human soil. After such a great war, in which they undoubtedly trounce over humans, authority has changed hands.  New rules are born.  Laws are enforced way above zombie values.  Values pouring from the fresh blood of corpses that roam; from the dead who sought revenge. 

Who is responsible for all this?  Where earth must be rescued from the breeding of new zombies; from an energy so bleak vandalism, terrorism, fanaticism all interwoven in their nature.

Humans have nowhere to evacuate but to prepare for the next war.  We are to reclaim the ancestral land back from them.  The land they so disgustingly set foot on is now enclosed by the unwanted debris of zombies who roamed into human bodies. 

While new buildings are erected from piles of decapitated heads, the streets are made from loose hands.  And the lights were removed from the eyes hung on the roadside poles. 

The whole city is now under their control. We are to transform ourselves into super-zombies to defeat them.  Or else, we shall require help from the almighty extraterrestrials They who can attract all religious doctrines  Doctrines which have turned humans into zombies in the first place.

a poem by ahmad gaus

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“Di dunia ini ada kekuatan hitam, ada kekuatan putih. Kamu pilih yang mana untuk membantu mewujudkan impian-impianmu? Tapi ingat, setiap pilihan akan membawa akibat pada kehidupanmu.”

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[Poem] After The Truth No Longer Exists

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AFTER THE TRUTH NO LONGER EXISTS

To: Goenawan Mohamad

When the truth exists no more

Why do we still linger here

Preaching the omnipotence of God

Has not everyone turned God for himself?

Past times, the truth hoisted

Under the banner of the revolution 

Brought onto the battlefield

With a firm boundary between clandestine and evil

But now the revolution no longer exists

War is just another stale story 

Today’s truth is a believed lies

A falsehood went viral

No one hardly cares so long as people bought it 

The truth has become a beautiful remains slaughtered in a crowd 

Thrown into a voiceless abyss

Like leaves falling to the earth

Heavily hit by rain or a storm Who cares? 

But is there anything worth a grain of salt to remember

When all of us know that the truth no longer exists

Besides the familiar smell of a cup of coffee

And birds chirping in the morning 

September, 2018. Poem by: Ahmad Gaus

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[Poem] NOCTURNO

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Sumber ilustrasi: https://www.pikview.com/media/BnSc5oCBfBA

 

NOCTURNO

My body is a book — full of scribbles
my friends write down all the events there
with pencils, river water, gadgets, coffee shops
social media, cinemas, and many more
I don’t even have a slit to write my life story on my own body
but yea, never mind
after all, people won’t care
except what they want to write on my body
once upon a time I just followed a bird’s invitation
fly and sing at the top of the tree
here is more free, he said
from a distance I get goose bumps watching my body
get blackened full of scribbles.

My body is a book — full of scribbles
my friends write down all the events there
with pencils, river water, gadgets, coffee shops
social media, cinemas, and many more
I don’t even have a slit to write my life story on my own body
but yea, never mind
after all, people won’t care
except what they want to write on my body
once upon a time I just followed a bird’s calling
to fly and sing at the top of the tree
here is more free, he said
away from a distance I get goose bump watching my body
get filled full of scribbles.

— a poem by ahmad gaus