Randomness Inside My Head

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A summary of Sejong 3 materials - Chapter 1

Buku kumpulan puisi karya M. Aan Mansyur yang berjudul “Tidak Ada New York Hari Ini” adalah buku kumpulan puisi pertama yang saya baca sampai habis, baca sebanyak dua kali, dan baca dalam dua bahasa, Indonesia dan Inggris. Pada banyak fragmen saya mengerti perasaan yang ingin disampaikan oleh M. Aan Mansyur. Pada semua bait saya menangkap satu perasaan yang terkubur dalam, disampaikan dengan roman...

Di dalam buku “Mengapa Luka …” aku bingung dengan benang merah yang menjadi perekat keseluruhan 41 puisi yang dibagi menjadi 5 part. Apakah itu keluarga, berhubung pada bagian-bagian awal ada banyak sekali puisi yang mempercakapkan pengamatan penulis akan ibu, istri, dan kedua anak kembarnya? Atau apakah itu politik, berhubung pada bagian-bagian lain penulis bicara tentang negara, polisi, dan pene...

I’m a bundle of mixed-up Emotions, a stretch of feelings, Gratefulness at one end and Disappointment at the other. How could a friend do that to me? How could I let myself be treated That way? Were we ever friends At all? The maddening questions Twirl and twirl in my head, creating Scenarios and reasonings for what The other person did and how I Should have responded, but I didn’t.

We’re so much Like those wet piles of shapes and Colors and textures. We as well have To let go off the things which chain Us to unimportant and worthless Stuffs, things which stop us from Reaching our maximum potentials.

Deep down inside You’ll always be my little baby, Whose space is always shared With mine, and it makes me a bit Wary to have that space changed, That you’ve changed, and you’re Preparing your path to fly away From me when the time comes. I hope it will never happen, Baby, That we become foreign to each Other.

I’m too lazy To cook my own meals. I stare At my calendar and it drains me To see the list of things I have To tick off my long and dreadful Bullet points. I feel so lonely, and Yet I can’t stand to meeting people And having them yapping at my Ears about their superior/inferior (Compared to mine) lives and Problems and opinions.

I feel sorry for Both of them; for the old man who Won’t admit that he’s being sick, That he needs help, that he can’t Be an irresponsible society and Family member like that, and for The wife who has no way out.

The law and its enforcement, who Should be protecting everyone Against violation, prove to have Many biases that you feel hopeless. Copyright infringement is also a Crime, a violation against law, but is Never taken seriously. “That’s what You might get if you write on the Internet.” They say it over and over Again and make my blood boil.

It turned out to be… okay. The TV size Exceeded the space by six centimeters, But it was still okay. I could walk pass The TV and didn’t bump into the corners And make it tumble forward or backward. I wouldn’t want to pay 12-month Installment on a broken piece, would I?

I refuse to be yelled At, to be hit, to be disregarded, To be underestimated, and Especially not to be loved. Love and the display of it are so Full of exaggeration. What if I don’t have love? Will I die because Of it? What if nobody loves me?

And every departure will make You question what is your real Worth, That you deserve this kind of Abandonment and separation, And not even a tiny bit of regret or Sentiments for the good old days You’ve had with the said person.

And I realized that having a closure didn’t Always mean giving away forgiveness.

My heart almost burst For you, Darling, with such yearning No words could explain. At that Moment, at that very second, I came to realize how I was Accidentally, undoubtedly, and Crazily in love with you. My heart Was on my sleeve and throat, Given to you on a silver platter.

Because regardless what kind of Person you were and what kind of Relationship we had, you were still My friend. You didn’t only lean on me, I did lean on you, too, and entrust You with a big portion of my life and My stories. With a hoarse voice I Would say to you on that graveyard, Where the soil had been hardened by The time I had spent procrastinating to Visit you: “How could you leave And brea...

You know that people are like flowers, They bloom in a second and wither In the next, nothing is eternal. Even The strongest bond ever exists they Say, between a mother and her Children might be terminated by Death or illness or simply by the Clash of personalities. Nothing Lasts forever, the time changes According to weather and seasons.

Biarkan aku terbaring lelah dengan Pikiran yang terhenti sementara, dan Mata yang terpejam rapat, meskipun Aku tahu dalam beberapa menit lagi Ayam jantan di dunia paralel dimana Tetangga-tetanggaku adalah para Peternak sederhana yang ramah dan Perhatian, bukan mereka yang berdiam Di dalam rumah besar gedongan yang Hanya keluar karena rasa penasaran: “Ibu, gimana ceritanya bisa kena Covid?”, Akan b...

To walk Together when asked, to stop Walking and sit together when The journey gets too tiring. To Ask how the other person’s Been doing, expecting no reply, Expecting not the same degree Of kindness, just give and give Like the river gives away itself To become streams which will Affect everybody’s lives.

But money knows allegiance, And poverty has no part in it. On that stage rises a man who Speaks about faith and love, About being compassionate Towards mankind. On that stage The same man calculates The thousands, millions, and Billions of money to put rocks And bricks together, erecting poles, And sticking layers of concrete, For the sake of his god.

Tiada faedah dari enam puluh Enam buku yang kaubaca, batinku, Jika kau tak mengamalkan yang Kau gadang-gadang sebagai iman Dan kasih itu. Omong kosong besar Semua pengakuanmu sebagai kaum Terpilih, kaum kesayangan tuhanmu. Ya, hanya tuhanmu yang memperhatikan Hanya kaummu, padahal kau mengaku Sebagai pembawa berita baik bagi Dunia, tak peduli asal suku bangsa, Warna kulit dan mata.

Guess what, we can see Beneath your rakish stand and vulgar Insistence on how intelligent and Worthy of praise you think you Are, while you’re not. We can See the gaps in your understanding, The inability to absorb and fathom And get to the bottom of issues And problems and just… things.

A short note for a year of journey from a grateful heart.