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tanpa Mu
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bila kekasih-kekasih menyisihkan cinta
aku terbiar dan kalbu lesu menanti bicara
memujuk rajuk yang panjang

tanpa Mu
bagaimana bisa ku merasa dingin embun
menyusun tapak-tapak rindu
menagih redha dan keampunan
Kau yang melihat
Kau yang mentafsir
kesunyian ini

aku malu
aku ragu
apakah pengakuan ini kudus
dosa noda membalut hubungan kita
mampukah aku meraih belas MU
terimalah aku yang serba lemah
lalai dan mungkar
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tanpa Mu
alangkah kosong kamar-kamar hati
Nama siapakah yang hendak ku bisikkan
pagi, petang, siang dan malam
nama siapakah hendak ku panggil
tatkala musibah melanda
tatkala nikmat mencurah
nama siapakah yang akan membasahi lidah ini?

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ampunkan aku duhai Penyayang
beradalah di jiwa ini di setiap degup jantungku
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING

i might have forgotten your birthday
but i have not forgotten every inch of you
you are in my eyes
you are in my mind
you are in my flesh
you are in my heart
sober or drunk
your name echoes
at all corners of my conciousness

i might have forgotten your birthday
but i remember you every day of the month
every hour of the day
every moment of the hour
without fail
in love and in anger
you stage the excitement
of your presence...

so why bother a date in a year
a numerical idiosyncracy
of desperate lovers
flashing intimate moment in the facebook
or despicable blog?

nevertheless
deep from my heart i seek your forgiveness
Apathetic to the sensitivity of your concern
i emphatize your sorrow
and if i could remedy the wound
inflicted on your soul
i sacrifice my self-worth
and i pray for your happiness
your well being
in every move and word of my prayer..

MARRIAGE

Marriage
by Khalil Gibran

Then Almitra spoke again and said...
"And what of Marriage, master?"
And he answered saying:
You were born together,
and together you shall be forevermore.

You shall be together when the white wings
of death scatter your days.

Aye, you shall be together even in the
silent memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between
the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous,
but let each of you be alone,

Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,

And the oak tree and the cypress
grow not in each other's shadow.

WORK

On Work
Kahlil Gibran

You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons,
and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,
And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,
And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life's inmost secret.

But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.

You have been told also that life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.
And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,
And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
And all work is empty save when there is love;
And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.

And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart,
even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection,
even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy,
even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
And to know that all the blessed dead
are standing about you and watching.

Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, "He who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is nobler than he who ploughs the soil.
And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet."
But I say, not in sleep but in the overwakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;
And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

Work is love made visible.
And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.
And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

CHILDREN

On Children
Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

I CARRY YOUR HEART WITH ME

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

ee cummings

THE ART OF LOSING

One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop


The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.


--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

the crying heart

u asked me to laugh
but how do i laugh
when sadness invaded my soul
and sorrow conquered my heart
the smile i put is a fake
covering the ravages of suffering
years and years hiding my tears
i wish i could remain dormant
ineruptive inspite of all the pressure
sufforcating my conscience
and let you carousing
on the stage of my agony

i am not a river
i am not a mountain
neither am i the rock at the promontory
eroding and decaying no matter what
the waves, the wind and the rain obliterate
submissive to the anguish
fervent to iniquitous indictment

pity me
if u cannot help me
dodging from all the twinge
for i could not bear the carnage
anymore

the art of loving

you said u love me
and i said i love u
we exchange the verse
rethorically without fail
day n night
season after season
year after year

but i wish i knew u more
and u knew me more
the things i like
the things u like
the places i like to go
n the places u like to go
rather than we take for granted
that love is planted in heavan
n we let the days gone by
not hearing the laughter
not seeing the tear

u said u love me
and i said i love u
the precious words
carved in bold
but i wish i understand u more
and u understand me more
when i wanted to cry
the unspoken pain
screaming in vain
or maybe you too
are crying in the rain
too shy to disclose
too dark to expose
voices trapped in the emotional snare
we sometime think we could bear.


i said i luv u
n u said u love me
effortless n tiredless we exchange
more than the fallen leaves in autumn
n brighter than the sun in spring
but i have never stop praying
and i hope you are praying too
that we will help each other
to face the unforseen difficulties
along the undulating journey
the unpredictable challenges
when i fall u hold me up
when u fall i give my soul
no matter how cruel
the ravages of time
u r there
i am here
when we need each other