Life begins and ends
And we who are left behind
Weep at the passing.
#403 On Your Main Character Syndrome
You fancy yourself
A hero - anything to
Dull the fear of Death.
Tentang Hayat Yang Bakal Ditiup Angin Lalu
Apa erti barisan pantun
Hanya debu di angin lalu
Dalam jalur masa berkurun
Jumlah hayat seolah abu.
On Becker’s Creatureliness
This creatureliness
Is the crux of my being;
I live, and I die.
On Burying a Father
He buried his father today, hot tears
Streaking down his cheeks as the smoky haze
Of incense and burnt flowers bathed him and
His fam’ly with aching, foreign sadness.
His father is gone, and he can’t fathom
Why his heart feels muted, mutilated.
Tentang Hakikat Azali
Apa yang sedang kau cari?
Sekaut harta, nikmat duniawi?
Semuanya itu fatamorgana
Halusinasi dunia sementara
Pulanglah ke jalan asalmu
Hakikat azali masih menunggu!
On Consolation
In consolation
these words are yours - to soothe and
to say “nevermore”.
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.”
On Passing Away
Gaunt and thin
Shallow breath
Frenzied beat
and then a sharp swift fall
He takes a final breath
and leaps heavenward
leaving us behind to
grieve.