No crystal ball to peer into the mist
No sight beyond the Now that just arrived
And Happiness requires us hence to trust
That Life is made of moments truly lived
Each day anew is one more gift divine
To live with hearts wide open and benign.
#745 Tentang Hati Yang Tercalar
Belum sembuh hati termalang
Calar luka masih berdarah
Sedang dinda bercanda girang
Hamba duka tertunduk kalah.
#744 Tentang Panggung Politikus
Mudah sungguh permainan wayang
Tikus mondok berlagak wira
Nafsu marah dibuat tunggang
Bakar bumi menuju cita.
#743 On Me Imagining You
I imagined you,
The love of my forlorn life,
And here you are - mine.
#742 Tentang Sangkar Sedu Sedan
"Aku bisa membuatmu
Jatuh cinta kepadaku
Meski kau tak cinta kepadaku"
... Adalah fantasi remaja dungu
Yang menyangka insan bisa dikontrol
Lantas diri tumpas tertolol
Dan kehidupannya menjadi suatu siri kisah tragis
Dua insan yang berperang bengis
Terperangkap dalam sangkar sedan
Terasing dalam kebisuan.
#741 On The Death
A hearth!
A hearth to warm my kindling
The dearth!
The dearth of light is blinding
The death!
The death of all this trifling
the death of all your troubling
The death of Life and Yearning.
#740 On The Burying Prize
What will you do when
The prize you sought for so long
Seeks to bury you?
#739 On This Leaden Crown
These thoughts weigh heavy
Like a leaden crown on thorns.
A most caustic prize.
#738 On Being Overmatched (No Country for Old Men)
“I feel overmatched,”
He said with resignation.
His world was all dust.
#737 On The Magic of Pencils
A wooden pencil
Dances across the blank page
Weaving a dark spell.
