The Social Class

A Freedom Writer:

“The Social Class”*

She only have been here for two days, it’s not a new place for her. It’s her country home, where her nationality belongs. Her mother was an expat, and her father was a national figure here. She’s been living with her mother in this beautiful Tropical Island since born, and then she went down to the Southern Continent.

She went to the Southern Continent since Elementary School until her last year at Senior High School. She’s taking the Social Classes there; Sociology 101, Anthropology 101, etc. Then she’s taking her under graduate study at one of the greatest Philosophy institute in the rest of Tropical Island, northward from the Southern Continent; her country home of nationality; Patrilineally.

In a discussion at one of her Philosophy Classes, the lecturer gave a topic on Social Phenomenons, how Social Intervention could drove, even forced anyone traits, behaviorally speaking. How media as one of information ways formed, as Social Agent of change, could also interfere how someone think and opinionated upon issues, both locally and globally.

After graduated from her bachelor degree, then she decided to be such professional; an Anti-Social.

 

*written for Couchsurfing Writers’ Club Gathering: “Social Class”

Gaji Buta

Sang Pujangga:

“Gaji Buta”*

Ia selalu berbicara, terus menerus begitu saja, tiada hentinya. Ketika pergi ke Utara, ia berbicara, tentang dinginnya salju yang berbola-bola, menggelinding dari kecil sampai besar tak hingga. Kala berkelana ke Selatan, ia memulai singkatnya percakapan, tentang dahan-dahan yang berpelukan, saling menghangatkan dan mendamaikan. Saat ia berjemur di Pantai Timur, ia pun tak habisnya bertutur, tentang senyum-senyum bidadari jingga nan subur, yang sunggingnya buat hati siapa saja teduh terhibur. Sampai pada waktu ia berangkat ke Barat, dan tak pernah lagi terdengar kabar beritanya tersurat, kawan jua lawan tiada satu pun yang berkawat, hanya ada sangka dan praduga tersirat.

Ia yang kerap berbicara, tentang apa saja, telah hilang kini raib tak tersua. Dan mereka yang pernah mendengar kisahnya pun mulai bercerita. Tentang bola-bola salju di Utara, dahan-dahan berpelukan di Selatan, bidadari jingga pelipur lara nan subur di Timur, hingga perihal tentang ia yang menghilang tanpa sekabar pun surat kawat di Barat.

Ia yang hanya dapat berbicara, kini telah punah tiada. Karena matanya yang buta, ia hanya dapat menceritakan apa yang dikisahkan padanya.

Ia yang hidup dari bicara, sepenuh hati berkata-kata. Ia yang makan dari upah seorang pembicara.

Ia yang makan dari jerih payahnya, sendiri.

Ia yang makan gaji; Buta.

 

*written for Couchsurfing Writers’ Club Gathering: “Professions”

Manusia Hujan

Rafflesia Patma Blume

Seorang Pujangga:

“Manusia Hujan”

Pada rintik-rintik kering,
airnya menetesi hati,
yang sudah tak lagi peduli,
kemana kan dibawa pergi.

Pada banjir-banjir genang,
sesumbarnya membandang serapahi jalanan,
yang sudah tak kenal sayang,
apalagi kasih asmara pun dibuang.

Pada jauh-jauh tangis,
sedihnya mengalir sampai jauh tak kunjung habis,
yang sudah tak tau bedanya sinis dengan miris,
pun bongkahan dendam kesumat tak seiris pun terkikis.

Mereka memanggilnya Hujan,
si Manusia Hujan,
yang tak kenal cinta,
hanya mampu raba rasa.

Peluk

Sang Pujangga:

“Peluk”*

Diam-diam,
Kau tumbuhkan rasa nan terpendam,
pada relung-relung hati terdalam.

Malu-malu,
Kau utarakan maksud ingin Mu,
buncahan asmara berbuah mau.

Tiba-tiba,
Kau pergi tinggalkan Aku begitu saja,
tanpa kabar sepatah kata,
nun jauh di seberang benua.

Alih-alih,
hapuskan asa tuk merajut kasih,
Ku kirimkan untaian kisah anti-sedih,
karena bahagia Mu di sana adalah gembira Ku di sini.

Bye-bye,
until we meet again eye to eye,
this love will always be our Princess of Shy,
hugging you so warm and tight,
no matter how far the distance apart us away out of sights.

 

*written for Couchsurfing Writers’ Club Gathering: “LDR” (Long-Distant Relationship)

Angkasa

Seorang Pujangga:

“Angkasa”

Di antara sekian yang tak hingga
Ada kah satu yang masih tersisa?

Waktu yang telah pergi berlalu
Atap yang tak lagi berpintu
Kemanakah kunci jendela?

Pada teralis besi yang batasi
Jarak antara tadi dan nanti
Pagari apa yang hakiki
Masih ada kah arti?

Katanya,
Di mana bumi dipijak,
Di sana pula lah langit disimak
Tapi angkasa tak pernah sudi lagi peduli
Manusia hanyalah senoktah titik tak bernilai

Gugusan bintang tersibak
Seperti yang dikisahkan para penyajak
Dari satu mulut ke telinga orang banyak

Tentang para penguasa
Tentang para pecinta
Yang didamba,
Jua dinista

Tak satu pun berakhir bahagia
Bahkan para malaikat cuma menertawa
Bahwa cuma mereka yang menanggungnya
Merana di keabadian selamanya

Sampai datang para panglima
Busung dada gencarkan senjata
Bubungkan pemusnah asa setingginya
Bukan tuk bunuhi umat manusia
Melainkan gelap gulitakan angkasa

Tak ada lagi matahari
Begitu pun rembulan yang sudi
Bak kasih Ibu sepanjang masa terangi
Sudah terlambat semua telah padam kini

Segala yang terlupa diambil paksa
Pun tak terima tetap saja para panglima
Titahkan segala perintah larangan terkuasa

Tinggalah kini harapan tersisa
Pada genggaman setangkup cahaya;

Cinta.

Lara

Seorang Pujangga:

“Lara”

Pada pucuk pucuk rindu, dan putik putik rasa, yang berguliran terbang, melayang terbawa angin tak tentu arah…

Ada yang hilang tak terbilang, genapi yang ganjil lagi ganjal tak tertahan, mendesak hendak meresak keluar dari rongga rongga nan sesak penuh isak…

Ada yang menggantung nyaris gugur, menggelayuti sejuta pelangi membusur, lembayungi topeng topeng kaca sejuta persona para bidadari jingga, diam terpaku kaku terbujur…

Ada yang terkenang sampai sekarang, dan untaian kata yang tak lagi sempat tertutur ujar tersampaikan, menunggu tuk bertemu kembali, suatu saat pada waktunya nanti,

Hingga tiba kala sang hari.

Karena

Seorang Pujangga:

“Karena”

Karena tanya yang paling berat,
adalah satu yang tertengat,
di kala hari berakhir kiamat.

Karena jawab yang paling ringan,
adalah satu yang terbang,
dihela mamiri sepoi meneduhkan.

Karena neraka yang paling panas,
adalah satu yang terganas,
disapa hati lanjur mengeras.

Karena surga yang paling dekat,
adalah satu yang terletak,
di mana pijakan langkah kaki Bunda menapak.

Sekuntum Bunga Di Meja

Seorang Pujangga:

“Sekuntum Bunga Di Meja”

Ada sekuntum bunga, tergeletak melayu begitu saja di meja. Tak seorang pun sudi menaruh peduli padanya, tak jua angin, nan mamiri jua kering, tak pun menyepoinya.

Ada sekuntum bunga, teronggok mengering begitu saja di meja. Tak seorang pun peduli mengairi asa padanya, tak jua hujan, nan rintik rimis jua miris, tak pun mencipratinya.

Ada sekuntum bunga, terdiam membisu begitu saja di meja. Tak seorang pun asa menyapa gubris padanya, tak jua kata, nan puitis manis jua melankolis, tak pun menyerapahinya.

Ada sekuntum bunga, begitu saja di meja. Ku peluk hangat tangkainya, hati-hati ku ciumi lembut daunnya. Ku cumbu mesra kelopaknya, hingga pada akhirnya ku terjatuh, betapa limbung tubuh, hingga ambruk roboh ke bawah kaki meja, saking sangat dalam ku mencintainya.

The Odd School

There’s a time in the past that keep lingering on the cliffhanger of memories, and a space where the places not quite the same anymore. They, the people, used to call it as monuments, a part of history that attached to moments.

Their names were Jack and Jane, born at the same date from the same womb of the same egg and sperm by the same parents, but they’re not twins, since they were inducted and incubated in such different birth-engine although still, manufactured by the same corporation which produce and fabricate the highest-end technology of these kind humanoid fertilization industry. They’ve been raised by the same value of certain culture who had been such kind of believe systems of their family, hereditary. They never been separated since the day of their birth.

Until they reached their age of schooling, their parents decided to make such chamber for them, instead of held home-schooling system for their children education support system. This school chamber quite like a community center of culture and education, whereas the only limitation is categorized quite abroad from type of courses and appliance application, hobbies and interest, and many more ordinal scaling to measure such qualitative learning experience. What they didn’t do, was categorizing the classes by ages and or life-span developmental task taxonomy.

Thus, both Jake and Jane having this kind of indulgent with people they meet, not only peer-group from the same cohorts of their same-age friends, but also having such social learning by experiencing the knowledge thorough insights, inspires, even wisdom from any other class-mates from different age. Until the time when the course of sexuality education held, their parents and family decided to separate the pupils and students by gender, that’s the very first time when Jake and Jane having different class.

Since the sexuality education class been held, the students of same-sex who’s previously might had same interest of course and get submitted themselves in the same class, starting to made such patterns by gender. Although, the parents and family concerned that it might be the seed of gender bias foundation towards sexism and discrimination based on gifted differences. Thus, they starting to create such quota to limited the amount of how many pupils could attend the class of such course. This latest limitations also included additional terms and conditions, one of them were that a class could only be opened if the students who applied for it have proportional gender comparison of attendants, regardless the age differentiation of the pupils.

Then, Jake and Jane continued to attend almost every courses and classes, since not only that the school itself had been dedicated to their extended existentialism, but also as the representation of their family’s core value of culture and believe system. By the time they have already reach the age of maturity, they decided to stay still celibate, and dedicate their life for education by becoming the co-head-administrator of the odd school.

The news of this community center and chamber of culture and education been widespread thorough local, national, regional, even international. The widespread effecting high demands either to admit, attend, or even to franchise the system and syllabus of Jake and Jane’s odd school. More over, both scholarships and fellowships from any other educational organizer from around the world had been proposed.

Or maybe I should apply for the same offerings from the odd school too.

TradeMark

T.

The Unrequited Memories

How long the pathways could endured by unrelated relationship? How far the journeys would went by unprepared itinerary? How great the adventure should be by unplanned expectations?

It was already autumn, the leaves were falling down below their trees. Like memories, fading away from moments, altogether framed the mosaic puzzle of life. A tunes of symphony which increasing towards the climax crescendo of such orchestra, conducted by the weather, whether it was changing, or being tamed by the transparent glass-like air conditioner, captured all the plateau bowled into such crystal ball, glittered by the evening-color-palate leaves.

There’s so much updates needed to be catching up, before winter, when everything which seems not too late to be procrastinated resolutions. As the way any cloud-computing would synchronizing all data in the library simultaneously, so did the pasts running through delicate minds, pushing through all the sweet-traumas into such binge-masochism dilemma of doubts. Eventually, something need to be sacrificed, either it might be what, when, where, which, why, or how. And awaits for the future to embrace the leftovers of unrequited memories. As requited in such Haiku by Matsuo Bashō:

“Fragile twigs,
breaking off the scarlet leaves,
autumn winds.”

Until next time,

TradeMark

T.