guilty!guilty!guilty
The floor is the only place he can direct his shameful sight..sigh..what was he thinking..To his surprise, even the floor doesn’t want to see his face..what more the magnificient sky..you human are fake..you human are fake..shame on you, The phrase passes his mind like the rushing blood in his vein..yes the vein, he remembered how he learned about it and how the learning time killed his innocence..and now what left is the hunting aghast
Lazy man
the man is so weak..he couldn’t even stand properly..his heart trembles..weakened by the gossip of the world, he wants to look to the further west..for some peace..Or so his thought agrees..yet the ugly world is chasing him to the extend that he feels that he’s the chaser. His senseless touch and thought never failed to amuse him, neglecting the truth of the hour..
Yes he is the lazy man..so lazy he don’t feel the jealousy of a poor man to a Levin’s owner type of rich man..the urge is there but the laziness prevails.
Semalam yang jauh
Budak kecil itu berhingus
Kakinya berkudis, tumitnya merekah berpeta
tidak bersepatu
dihadapannya lautan duri keman
seberang sana nikmat
aroma ubi kayu yang cukup mengiurkan
budak kecil itu nekad meredah duri
disebalik batas batas sang petani
ada empuk rumput yang selesa
berpijak budak kecil dengan teliti
namun duri keman begitu licik
menyamar dan menipu
budak kecil mendengus
tapak kakinya terasa perit
namun hatinya tidak tertahan sakit
ubi kayu sudah tiada lagi..
There’s no spoon
The problem of a man is mostly of mankind. I heard this a while back. First of, I think it’s important to define the problem. Things that are problematic to me might not be for others or maybe to a lesser degree. To understand the phrase is to define the problem as something that will cost me my afterlife.
I see people struggling everyday..working around the clock to put food on the table for their family. Some work even harder while their earnings is already sufficient for seven generations to come. Eluded by the relativity and scarcity of time we are going for things that are actually undervalued and steadily depreciate.
I read in somewhere on the net, someone said if you watch the JAWS movie backward, you’ll see the shark keep throwing people onto the beach until they find one. It’s interesting thought (or finding) but it’s all about the mindset.
Kumuntahkan diri
Weiii..si kelam kusut
Nyah engkau dari makam jauhariku
kumuntahkan mu melarat
desir angin sang penghasut
tidak berpatah hujan dan panas
tidak bergundah timur dan barat
tidak selisih maghrib dan subuh
bukan tempat mu bukan milikmu
kembalikan jiwaku, luhur fitrahku
——- ( -_-) (-_- )——–
Peace of mind
When I was just a little boy, I asked my mother what will I be ” Will I be handsome, will I be rich?” ..Que sera sera what will be will be ..
Well actually I wanted to start like this..
When I was in the states, I came to know this homeless guy and was friend to him for some time. As I can remember he was in his early 50s and seemed very lost, yet in some of the part seemed very determined and like he was in a very strong ground. That part was ‘hope’..even though the hope seemed faded,..pounded by his daily routine of empty stomach and cold winter night, this guy seemed determined… waiting to go to a place he always talked about. The place is his only motivation for the day and tomorrow..
His speech was full with regrets and despairs, I could sense the heavy tone of his “Mein.,look at chu” whenever he sees me walking in the snowy road to the Mosque where I always saw him waiting and wondering. And when he started to tell me about his day, I regret asking how he was doing? As much as I want it to be a motivation to him, it turned out to be a sort of sarcasm.
One winter night, he asked me to drive him to E 130th ST to get some blankets from his friend. I surprised that he has a friend but glad that he wouldn’t be sleeping without blanket which is rather impossible considering the Fahrenheit.
So I drove him to the street, It took about 15 minutes to reach the place. Along the way, I could see the street was sort of dying..not so much movement along it and some of the lamps were out..and the face of the people walking by was pale and emotionless. They said the street was notorious and infamous for its crime rate and all..
After waiting anxiously for couple minutes, the homeless friend came with a big box with him..There were an old and smelly blanket in it with some other junks I don’t even bother to ask. Then he asked me to drive him back to the Mosque. Along the way, I asked him the routine question of “so.. What’s your plan for the week-end?” since tomorrow was Friday.
Then he said something full of lessons..”I don’t know man, everyday is the same to me..it ain’t matter much, just want to get some fuud..try to find a job if I could, above all, I just want the peace of maa ..(ind), just peace of maa..man”
I was all huhu-ing and stuff but I knew I learned something that night. Everytime the tide of your life brings you to a low, just find something to cling on..the tide is rough..so grip hard..if anything, clinging to the last hope of peaceful mind seems like everything you could ever wanted because afterall the hardship could be just an imagination of your mind..nothing less.
