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”

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 Infinite Jealousy

“How was I to know, I was far too much in love to see? Oh, Jealousy, look at me now. Jealousy, you got me somehow. You gave me no warning, took me by surprise. Jealousy, you led me on.”

There’s a bright star anytime the Sun waken up the day, sometimes it could be seen as double stars. Alongside with Venus, it kept on giving brighter stratosphere to the sky, either in the morning and or evening of the day. Then, since the beginning of the dawn, the Earth having no ordinary atmosphere anymore. By the burst upon the clouds of doubts, the shimmery lights of pseudo-stars shine on their glitters upon any hearts to be cheerful in happiness with a quite long-term effects of joys. Until the night come, and they just vanished, washed away by the rest of stars which envied by their exquisite compulsory among the others floating massive perfect-circled-round things on the universe.

“I don’t mind if they, the rest of Nighty Stars, couldn’t except our existence, since our brightness and luminosity not more than just a glimpse of Sun’s reflections towards us. Besides, we really could never be categorized as star anyway, not in any science and or astronomical-facts-kinds of books,” said Venus, as if remembering her own positions as the personification of femininity, beauty, and any other core indoctrinated either socially, spiritually, and or emotionally for marketing segmentation purposes.

“Well, it’s not that I’m not accept the fact that I also not such stars, but the way they, The Nighty Stars keep on their bullying track mode, made me sickened and tired. Like I’m gonna puke from all of my surfaces’ crates, and exploded it through the Sun as the way blind-spot been seen from Earth!” replied Mercury, in contrary.

Mercury could not stand it anymore, moreover one time, he even already dared himself to ask the Ultimate Universe for letting him to be Supernova, then burst himself as a newborn star, just so The Nighty Stars wont bullied him anymore as pseudo-stars. But how come such planets that belongs to a Solar System would get such Big Bang effect, if the Central-Star of them, the Sun, didn’t blow up yet? Then Mercury, with all of his strength and power, let all of the Milky Ways orbiter know that he want and shall be a real star, not just a fake one as if he get his shiny lights only from the glimpse of Sun’s eternal flame.

Meanwhile Venus, enjoying her well-being as one of idolized planets by women, in majority, getting more attention and more stardom affection, especially from Earth, despite of her disgust feelings of Mercury. It’s not that Venus didn’t like Mercury, but the fact that she’s excepting the ways of fake situation, and make it something more than real, was oppositely plausible denial towards any syndrome which has been gathered by Mercury as something that need to be fighting for, to be achieved, not only to be received.

While Venus much more getting away from Mercury each rotation, gravity by gravity, fugal and petal inwards-towards the Sun, Mars can not do anything but try to understand what was really happened between both of them. Then Mars started asking any reasoning that might or might not been replied by either Venus or Mercury. Since Mars also been idolized as the personification of gender by the people of Earth, majorly by men, then he asked Venus first, from the perspective of parallel longitudes.

“So tell me, Venus. What’s wrong with you and Mercury? Isn’t two of you like Best Friend Forever?” asked Mars.

“It’s just, we didn’t have the same ideology towards stardom anymore. While I think that being a fake was something worth to be gratified, he thought that being a star was something else. He want to be the real one, in-fact getting a Big Bang if should, as the causality to be reborn as Supernova,” replied Venus.

Then Mars personally asked Mercury about the information he gather from Venus,

“Do you really don’t wanna be pseudo-stars, even if by being them might giving you the same amount of worshipers’ affection effects from all the temple of Earth?”

“You just don’t get it, do you? No one get it. I want to be Star, the real one, not fake as Venus, or get worshiped for something surreal. I just want to be me, but having my own lights, not borrowed from the reflection beams of Sun’s glimpse of eternal flame,” answered Mercury to Mars.

“Poor Mercury,” said Mars. “You’ve just trapped on your own Jealousy, the Infinite Jealousy, that can not be healed by love, but might be by annihilation,” something that might have reciprocal and congruent understanding with suicidal thoughts of human being. “By the time you become Star, you have to sacrifice your own self to get burnt eternally caused by the flame of living fire. But first, to get burnt for ever after, you have to go to hell by your biggest sin ever to be seen and get exposed through the entire galaxy. Thus after that, all the shame and blasphemy towards you might granted your wish upon extra-terrestrial hipper-existence. Then, you’ll might go to the shameless phase, when anything you do is not more than just to get yourself keep on burning by your eternal fire,” told Mars to Mercury.

“Then, I prefer to be such Eternal Icy Fire Star, whom by its coldest icy characterization, get burnt not only by itself to became anti-pseudo-stars, but anything which might touch and or through into it also be!” stated Mercury, paradoxically.

Since then, there’s no more conversation regarding the existence of stars between them, while Venus and Mercury still not getting along no matter how close they were to one each other. And Mars could only seeing the two of them from apart, and realize how their togetherness every morning and evening were the coldest fire of infinite jealousy, that any cosmopolitans could ever witness, until the universe collide.

And I could only starred them here from Earth, approx an hour before the rising Sun, speechlessly.

TradeMark

T.

The Intergalactic Morning

It’s already 2015 here on Earth, but what time is it now if we live on Pluto?

The first ten days of a new year on this blue planet might felt much more longer there, maybe months, years, or even decades, since I ain’t clever enough to count the multidimensional time and space lag. There were many other things beside time and space that really matter, like as for me, emotions and spirituality experience might much more significant than the material and or physical appearance of almost anything. As if planets and other galactic omens were supposed to have such psycho-demographic qualitative layer of persona, like people tends to labeled Mars as the planet of Men and Venus as the planet of Women, then Pluto itself might be the representative-persona of Non-Gender-Labeled galactic ones. Being questioned, outcast, and as the matter of fact black-listed from the Milky Way’s planets list might be not enough to made Pluto been discriminated.

Maybe you have to be discriminated first by prejudice and such, right before you got either praised to the highest layer of bright skies or drowned to the deepest marine of dark ocean. It’s all depends on how further the perspective and depths of minds to be either opened or closed by any other variants and measurements. Though being labeled good or bad, men or women, any bipolar determinant not always could be concluded as the final judgement of conscious existence of beings. It took more than just to be something, since anything that only could be caught by eyes, heard by ears, touched by skins only mattered if it has some and or more meanings, not only by experiencing it, but also even just having a thought about it. Like the way Pluto being examined as something unique and special, ever since its been dropped out from the Intergalactic Ivy-League short-listings.

Meanwhile here on Earth, every new morning always feel blue, even though it’s a new year already. A blue in such calm and cool valued ones, not the gloomy and sorrow sadness ones. Feeling blue like the Earth itself, giving life to the living things by its own way, tremendously. How every single the beginning of the day on Earth felt like the intergalactic morning anywhere, even in Pluto, or any other solar-star system of galaxy out there in blank space universe. May all the blessings and joyful moments be with us as long as this year will be going, and for further more ahead in the future.

From Earth with Love,

TradeMark

T.

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.