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Monday, May 27, 2002
Puisi untuk Ibu (untuk para ibunda) Ibu, puisi ini sengaja kutulis dalam kegelapan musim dan waktu hanya puisi murung tiada berarti Namun, dengan hati ibu yang tulus serta penuh kasih pastilah ibu mengetahui kebenarannya Apakah ibu masih ingat ketika anjing-anjing bersenjata itu menyeret putrimu lalu mengepungku dalam kamar penyiksaan di sebuah jalan tak bernama Ibu tiba-tiba terjaga dari kesakitan yang parah mendengar lolong putrimu di malam buta Saat itu aku berada sangat jauh dari ibu Dahulu aku mengira Ibu hanyalah perempuan lemah yang tak punya pendirian mengabdi pada suami bagaikan kuli Ibu rela bekerja keras di tengah hujan dan terik matahari seorang diri serta tiada mendendam kepada siapa pun demi anak-anak ibu Setelah ayah pergi dengan perempuan itu Ibu menangis sepanjang hari Pertanyaan kanak-kanak yang marah selalu berakhir dengan pertanyaan lagi ketika ibu menyahut parau, "Ibu mencintai ayahmu, nak." Aku segera berlari lalu membanting pintu Kini aku mengerti bahwa kesanggupan mencintai bukan hal biasa bahkan, seringkali mengejutkan orang lain Bertahun-tahun kemudian anjing-anjing bersenjata datang mengobrak-abrik rumah kita seperti kesetanan bangkit dari neraka memaksa ibu mengatakan tempat persembunyianku Gambar-gambar pemogokan buruh mereka sodorkan dengan kasar serta penuh kebencian "Putrimu melawan pemerintah, bersama-sama mereka membuat huru-hara." Rasa cinta yang begitu besar kuwarisi dari Ibu Tapi, kepasrahannya tidak Wajah ibu yang bercahaya dengan rambut yang mulai memutih bayangan hangat yang memenuhi benakku sewaktu ibu mengantar sampai ke muka pintu ibu menangis karena tak mempunyai sesuatu yang berharga sebagai tanda mata kemudian sungai air mata itu bertambah luas melihat blusku yang sudah memudar Itulah terakhir kali aku melihat Ibu Perjuangan kami ini bukan untuk memisahkan Ibu dari anaknya, para suami dari istri mereka, kakak atau nenek dari sang cucu, ataupun seorang kakak dari adik-adiknya, melainkan untuk menyatukan seluruh umat manusia dalam kedamaian yang tak pernah lagi kita miliki setelah puluhan tahun kekuasaan rezim ini Maafkan putrimu bila perjuangan kami telah membuat ibu terpaksa menempuh hidup yang sunyi Bukankah dalam hati kecil Ibu selalu mendoakan kami? [Jakarta, 22 Desember 1996] Linda Christanty Resurrection Today I talked to a man Who had escaped A death camp. Resurrection? No, He is dying now. Growing thin Looking dazed and haggard Having nightmares Mentally not all there. “Typical signs Of those who undergo Such experience,” says the psychiatrist. Is there any typical sign To know what His torturers go through? Sweet dreams, nice children Great hopes? I could have helped This man to escape The dreaded camp. I am powerless now, To prevent his slow death. thanks to Basil Fernando, thanks to Asian Human Rights Commission Just Society You burned the buildings And put me in prison. You threw their infants into fire And called me inhuman. You murdered in open daylight, And you blamed me for wanting blood. You turn my neighbour into a refugee And said I was responsible. You looted his hard-earned property And called me a thief. You imprisoned him and killed him And name me a brute. You befriended thugs and I their victims But you made me the accused. I who was grieved At my schoolmate, My neighbour, my friends, My guru and fellow worker When he died, when he went into hiding, When he fled to escape the mob, Suddenly departed to other lands Empty handed – I, who cried holding his hand At the harbour bidding him farewell, Am now to bear this insult You say it’s peace When you put the blame on innocent. You say it’s stability When you protect the culprits. You say it’s honesty When you hide the reports, And hush the inquiries, Spreading falsehood among the nations Having a laugh at a restless hand, Divided and wounded. You sleep well But I can not sleep. You eat well I have lost all appetite. You think you are successful I know wounds of defeat Will long live with me, And the memory Of this insult. thanks to Basil Fernando, thanks to Asian Human Rights Commission Sunday, May 26, 2002
ini hasil kerjaan gue dari minggu kemaren. 4 hari di AHRC, bisa juga gue bikin Urgent Appeal! akhirnya! hahahaha... Thursday, May 23, 2002
Wednesday, May 22, 2002
... God, please send me someone who loves no one before or after he loves me .. So he will compare me to no other until the day he pass away .. Put no one above me, puts nothing before me .. He close his eyes so he will never see my dark side Company me in daylight, keep me warm at night .. Kiss me good night so tenderly then says "Good night, sleep tight, nice dreams .." Pull my blanket .. Rub my hair and look into my eyes when he puts down the light He likes to watch me fall asleep as he says he's watching an angel in peace .. He serves me breakfast when I open my eyes Warm my heart as a mother's hug Tickle my days with minor things .. Cute message on my mobile or just an "I LOVE YOU" post-it on the fridge's door Thinking of him makes me smile all day The day without him seems like stormy weather .. I'm so tired of the game called love .. The rules keeps changing all the time .. No matter how hard I try I can't score .. Always got beaten up and lying helpless on the ground So tired of crying, either for him nor myself .. Why won't my tears dry ? Tired of listening to people saying nice things I don't want to hear .. Why do people lie ? Hate it when they say " .. and then one day, there shall come a prince charming on his shining armour .. Save you from hurt .. free your heart from restlesness ... " Why do people promise something that they can't or have not ? What did I do that makes me deserve this ? Why does it hurt so bad ? Why can't I stop being in love ? God, help me .. Please stop me from falling in love ... Please release me from this pain .. I shall love once more and be it .. If it's not then here shall I stand ... Before myself just like it used to be .. Oh God .. what did I do wrong ? [hm... that's what I get from cakra... a nice nite prayer, which suddenly makes me envy of that guy. gosh! if it would be me...] *satan smiley*... Saturday, May 11, 2002
explode the telephone's a terrorist i'm not even listening i'm walking with an audience what isn't an accident suddenly here the worst words explode into love at my ear i'm waiting to hear the worst words explode into love at my ear this is not my skin i was invited in a sweeter singer than anything suddenly here the worst words explode into love at my ear what's worse than my fears the worst words explode fear is my atmosphere falling is frightening i don't know what you're doing here you are like my lightening suddenly here the worst words explode into love at my ear suddenly pure the worst words explode into love at my ear ...worst words explode... [for the conversation this early morning that really bothers me so much! thanks to you...] The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore..... Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them ... it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. We love them for a million reasons, No paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt. [dari cakra] téngkyu ya... =) shit... pagi ini gue telpon dia susah2,... dengan santainya dia bilang... "anjing, knapa sih ni orang?!" mmm... gué? digituin?! hari ini asyik.dari kemarin juga asyik. pokoknya minggu ini asyik deh, walaupun gue agak bete. dari reuni wb, ngobrol2 ampe malem, ketemu lagi di gonz.. pokoknya asik juga. tapi bete juga... :) gemana seh! pusing ah! teranginnya ntar aja slamat pagi dunia!!! Wednesday, May 08, 2002
Bertemu Kamu Pernahkah, walau hanya sekali dalam hidupku Aku minta bertemu muka denganmu? Pernahkah, walau hanya sekejap dalam hidupku Aku memintakan hadirmu? Rasanya tak ada satu catatanpun aku temukan Dan hanya begitu saja kamu hadir di hadapanku lalu merendai hari-hariku. Tak pernah kuasa aku coba halangi dan rintangi hadirmu ketika dengan tangis dan tawamu Kau ketuk dan buka pintu hatiku. Tak pernah sesal Yang sudah pun yang kan datang sempat kubertemu kamu. [buat ..... ] huahahahaha... Ajariku caramu bicara agar kubicara caramu bicara Ajariku caramu mencinta agar kumencinta caramu mencinta Ajariku caramu setia agar kusetia caramu setia Tapi jangan ajariku caramu memandang agar kumemandang caraku memandang. Tak pernah kuasa aku menjabarkan segala desah nafas serta segenap darah tercurah. Tak pernah sampai aku simpulkan tanya yang kusut masai dalam segala benakku. Tertunduk takluk Pada setiap kata dari ujung lidahmu Dan lalu sempat aku berpikir tidak sebelum semua masak kupikirkan. Hanya desah. Tak lain gelisah yang selalu saja tergambar dan terjabar pada segala ribut suara resah risaumu. Dan pernah aku berhenti sejenak sebelum melanjutkan nafas yang selanjutnya. Desahpun tidak. Tak kuasa lagi di hadapanmu. hari ini gue menemukan satu lagi gairah hidup gue yang baru mudah-mudahan sih ga ngilang lagi seperti dulu-dulu. i think i had a crush on someone! whuahahahaha |