Gadis kecil berpipi bulat senang menari di taman.
Kadang sendiri, kadang bersama kawan.
Suatu hari gadis kecil berpipi bulat bertemu seekor singa.
"Jangan dekati dia! Dia sedang terluka!" Teriak seorang teman.

Gadis kecil berpipi bulat memperhatikan Raja Hutan.
Luka bekas sayatan menganga lebar di dada.
Ia bermandikan darah dan air mata.
Gadis kecil berpipi bulat terkesima.

"Tuan Singa, Tuan Singa! Siapa yang melukai anda?" Tanya gadis kecil berpipi bulat penasaran.
Seekor singa dengan bulu kecokelatan lebat sekilas mendongak, lalu kembali tergolek lemas.
Sekilas bola cokelat mengintip dibalik mata sipitnya.

"Tuan Singa, Tuan Singa ! Apa anda kesepian atau ingin mencari mangsa ?"
Tanya gadis kecil berpipi bulat penasaran. Ia terpesona dan ingin mengobati Raja Hutan.
Tapi bisa saja ia disantap sekali lahap.
Gadis kecil berpipi bulat tetap tidak beranjak.

                  Semoga gadis kecil berpipi bulat tidak dalam bahaya.

[Jakarta, 17 Juni 2019.]

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Gadis kecil berpipi bulat menemani Tuan Singa bercerita.
Seekor betina pernah singgah dan mempermainkan luka.
Tuan Singa pandai bersandiwara!
Sesekali tertawa di selipan duka.
Gadis kecil berpipi bulat melihat.

Gadis kecil berpipi bulat menemani Tuan Singa bercerita.
Tuan Singa pernah kesepian dan ketakutan.
Takut menengok ke belakang dan diterkam dosa.
Seekor raja hutan meninggalkan banyak korban, pun selamatkan diri sendiri ia lupa.
Gadis kecil berpipi bulat terdiam.

"Semudah itu manusia mati dan semudah itu manusia hidup." Dongeng Tuan Singa.

Si Raja Hutan lelah, dan mulai menyanyikan lagu "Bangunkan Aku ketika September Usai" dari Hari Hijau.
Gadis kecil berpipi bulat menikmati senandung minor luka pengantar tidur.

"Tuan Singa, aku mengantuk. Tapi izinkan aku menemani tuan sampai tuan tidak butuh aku lagi, ya.
Selamat tidur dan bermimpi.
Semoga mimpi malam ini indah."
Ucap Gadis kecil berpipi bulat sebelum pulas.

[ Jakarta, 22 Juni 2019 ]

——

Gadis kecil berpipi bulat sudah terjebak.
Gawat.
Raja hutan mempermainkan teka-tekinya.
Gadis kecil berpipi bulat sibuk mengobati hingga lupa ia pun melukai diri sendiri.

“Tuan singa. Tuan singa.
Apa yang tuan inginkan?
Sebuah hati lagi, atau aku beranjak pergi?”

[5 Agustus 2019]

——

Raja Singa sedang terluka.
Ia gelisah.
Tapi gadis kecil berpipi bulat tidak bisa mengobati.
Atau,
bukan dia, yang sang raja cari ?

[19 September 2019]

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Cukup.
Waktunya telah tiba.
Gadis kecil berpipi bulat harus pergi.
Semoga kamu bisa tidur.

[04 Oktober 2019]

Kau membuatku bingung Raja.

Sebentar bersikap sehangat matahari pagi, sebentar sedingin tiga perempat malam.

Kau membuatku bimbang Raja.

Aku tak tahu harus bersikap bagaimana.

Aku sudah bertanya pada jalan yang setia menyaksikan kau mengantarku pulang.

Mereka diam.

Aku semakin gelisah.

Karena bahkan jika jalan yang setia diam jika kutanya, bagaimana mungkin kau punya jawaban Raja?

Hatimu tak lebih teguh dari daun yang tertiup jatuh.

Lantas aku harus bagaimana?

3 Maret 1924..
Tak banyak уαηg tahu αρα уαηg telah terjadi ∂ι hari itu | dahsyatnya makar & kemunduran umat telah melupakan peristiwa detik2 hancurnya institusi daulah Khilafah sang pemersatu
Hingga derita mendera bertubi silih berganti menimpa muslim ∂ι segala penjuru | teraniaya,terhina,tercabik,tertindas,tersakiti,terjajah,menangis tersedu
Umat уαηg satu tak lagi menyatu | terpecah tersekat oleh nation state buatan sekutu | bak anak ayam kehilangan induk terancam hidupnya sewaktu-waktu
Begitulah wajah muslim hari ini | ketika tiada lagi institusi уαηg melindungi | problematika terjadi tiada henti
Hari ini | tepat 91 tahun umat Islam hidup tanpa institusi Khilafah | saatnya melawan lupa & bergerak mewujudkannya
Khilafah janji Allah tersampaikan melalui lisan mulia Rasulullah SAW | walau banyak уαηg beranggapan utopis kembali mewujudkannya | yakinlah tiada janji уαηg pernah ingkar kecuali janjiNya
Nabi saw bersabda,
"Akan datang kepada kalian masa kenabian,& atas kehendak Allah masa itu akan datang.Kemudian,Allah akan menghapusnya,jika Ia berkehendak menghapusnya.
Setelah itu,akan datang masa Kekhilafahan ‘ala Minhaaj al-Nubuwwah;& atas kehendak Allah masa itu akan datang.Lalu,Allah menghapusnya jika Ia berkehendak menghapusnya.
Setelah itu,akan datang kepada kalian,masa raja menggigit (raja yang dzalim),& atas kehendak Allah masa itu akan datang.Lalu,Allah menghapusnya,jika Ia berkehendak menghapusnya.
Setelah itu,akan datang masa raja dictator (pemaksa);& atas kehendak Allah masa itu akan datang; lalu Allah akan menghapusnya jika berkehendak menghapusnya.
Kemudian,datanglah masa Khilafah ‘ala Minhaaj al-Nubuwwah (Khilafah yang berjalan di atas kenabian). Setelah itu, beliau diam".
[HR. Imam Ahmad ]
Saudaraku,
Telah tiba saatnya satukan langkah satukan perjuangan,
Menyongsong kembali janji Allah Sang Penggegam Kehidupan,
Tegaknya kembali Daulah Khilafah ∂ι atas jalan kenabian..
Takbir !!
Allahuakbar !
SalamPerjuangan!
‪#‎3RDMARCH1924‬
‪#‎melawanLupa‬

When I do not write poetry!
When I cant write poetry!

When all I can write is strings of meaningless associated  words
about my meaningless associated experiences
in  any of my meaningless associated lifetimes.
Spent committing meaningless associated actions.
Avoiding meaningless associated people with their
meaningless associated GroupMinds.
All meaningless without the Isness of the Universe's hand in mine.

Wandering through life with few companions.
Clad in yellow  dust.
Doing my Raja Yoga practices.
Doing my Tantric Yoga practices.
Doing my Bhakti Yoga practices.
Doing my Gnana Yoga practices.
Doing my Karma Yoga practices.
Doing my Hatha Yoga practices.

Raja Yoga.
waking--sleeping--sitting --lieing--standing--walking--running--eating--*******-swimming--r­ock climbing-trekking the  high  Himalayas---and always doing deep nasal Kriya Yoga breathing as I contemplate the passage of my days and nights and seek the answer to the eternal question of --
Who am I?.
Who am I?.
Surely not the vain and deceitful Mind?
Am I really a small but equal individual,independent,nameless,formless,genderless and non physical individual Isness formed from the Isness of the Universe?.
An individualIsness chasing after being in the
ultimate state of Separate and Merged with the Isness of the Universe.

Tantric Yoga.
Doing various sweaty and pleasure filled acts of ***  with male or female or femboy or boygirl or ******* or pansexual or anyone I fancy with a **** or a ****--and a minimum of love.
My stiff **** in a ****.
A stiff **** in my mouth.
A stiff ****  in my *******.
My stiff ****  in an *******.
*** dribbling down the inside of my legs.
*** dribbling down my chin--all over my face.
Licking wet swollen **** lips.
Licking swollen *****.
Always aiming to arouse ******--to turn on Kundalini.
To reach out and touch the hem of the Isness of the Universe's robe

Bhakti Yoga.
Singing and dancing and painting and glassperlenspiel and cooking and laughing and crying and playing----.
Saxophones and clarinets and flutes and drums and  stringed instruments and the "fool".
Especially my beloved Selmer Alto Clarinet--curved like a
serpent drunk  on life
But the greatest of my instruments is-the "fool".
Foolish for life.
Foolish for unconditional love.
Foolish for to make people laugh.
Foolish for believing that I can solve the riddle of "who am I"?.
All for the delectation of the Isness of the Universe.

Gnana Yoga.
Reading books and pamphlets and essays and sutras and suras and verses and scribbles on grubby pieces of paper.
Searching for that elusive string of associated words that tell me that an honest woman or man passed this way before me.
Not a worshipper of any "god" or "goddess" or any other Celestial being made by the Isness of the Universe to mask  its innocence.
No enlightend beings for me-oh no!.
No buddas for me-oh no!.
No beings in Gnosis for me-oh no!.
No avatars for me--oh no!
No sons or daughters of any "god" or "goddess" for me --oh no!
Just a person,*** irrelevant but compulsory, that had realised,existentially, for a brief moment that they too are a part of the essence of the Isness of the Universe.

Karma Yoga.
Every act I commit adding or subtracting from that accumulation of
Karmas,good and bad or neutral, from every lifetime I have lived.
Boy you gonna carry that weight!!.
Roll that boulder up the hill.
Only ever making Neutral Karma.
Beyond the deceptions of Duality or Non-Duality.
Neutral Karma that only arises
by practising the Six Fundamental Yogas.
But not as an obsession or a lifestyle choice.
Hey Isness of the Universe-give me a helping  hand here!

Hatha Yoga.
Keeping my current body healthy enough so I can
do all other five of the Six Fundamental Yogas.
Cooking million star meals.
No 5 star chefs in my houses.
Eating Organically and drinking water from lifes many springs.
A green leaf salad every day
Taking part in the exercise of living.
No contortions or posturing for me.
Ha! the ingoing breath.
Tha! the  outgoing breath.
Breathing set as conditioned reflex--living on automatic.
Random deep nasal breathing--waking and sleeping.
Dreaming of the Isness of the Universe.
Waking up in the Isness of the Universe's arms.
Feeling the Isness of the Universe's breath on my fevered brow.
Listening to the Isness of the Universe murmuring in a billion billion different ways--
I love you.

Hearing the Isness of the Universe say--
I breathe through your nose and lungs.
I smell through your nose.
I see through your eyes and insightfulness.
I look through your eyes.
I lick the  juice of **** or **** with your tongue.
I taste Vanilla Ice-Cream with your tongue.
I blow a wet **** or stiff **** with your mouth.
I breathe life into the Alto-Clarinet with your mouth.
I touch nakedness of others with your fingers.
I feel the Void with your fingers.
I wake into consciousness at your urgent voice.
I spring into life at your very step.
I experience all through your body.
I experience existence through your life.
I love unconditionally through being
loved unconditionally by you.
I am humble before you.
My beingness is  exalted by your humility
Your beingness is exalted by my humility.

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Raja Dahir, the Brahmin noble king of Sindh,
Defender of his realm and his subjects,
He stood steadfast against the Arab invaders,
Determined to keep them at bay.

With sword in hand, he fought with valor,
Leading his troops into battle with fierce pride.
But despite his valiance, he could not stand
Against the  pyrrhic of the Umayyad Caliphate.

During his reign, culture flourished,
Music and science flourished as well.
But these achievements were not meant to last,
As the Arab forces soon did dwell.

In the end, he fell to their sword,
His kingdom conquered, his people enslaved.
But his spirit lives on, a symbol of resistance
Against foreign ******* and oppression.

Raja Dahir, our hero, our guide,
We honor your memory and your sacrifice.
May your legacy live on forever,
As a beacon of hope for all who fight for freedom.

Waqt bhi kitna khubhsurat hai ,
Aate jaate logon ki duniya ujaad deta hai .
Kehte hain waqt saare ghav bhar deta hai ,
Asliyat tou ye hai waqt dard ke saath jeena sikha deta hai .

Do pal ki hai ye zindagani ,
Na do kisi ki ankhiyon mein paani.
Jo lamhein hain chaliye muskurakar bita le,
Jaane kal zindagi kaun se mod par lakar khada kar de .

Kya pta kal saanse hi tham gayi ** ,
Kitna bhi pakad lo .
Fisalta jaroor hai ,
Ye waqt ki fitrat hai yaaro badalta jaroor hai.

Band ghadi bhi din mein do baar sahi samay btati hai,
Man se na haarna aye dost meri tumse gujarish hai .
Maidan se haara dubara jeet sakta hai ,
Man ke haare haar hai man ke jeete jeet hai .

Waqt kahega har baar main lautkar na aaunga,
Khuda Jaane wo hasayega ya rulayega.
Waqt har chiz ki parakh sikha hai jaata ,
Kisi ke khatir ek pal bhi nahi hai theharta.

Waqt ne kisi ko jina sikhaya hai,
Waqt ne sach ka aaina dikhaya hai,
Waqt ka azuba dekho yaaro,
Kisi ko raja tou kisi ko rank banaya hai,

Waqt ne hamara ahamiyat btaya hai,
Waqt ne hume kaanto pr chlna sikhaya hai,
Jisne bhi waqt ko gale lagaya hai,
Use waqt ne us aasmaa jaisi uchai pr pahuchaya hai,

Kitni azeeb baat hai,
Waqt se din waqt se raat hai,
Aaj shaam hai tou kal savera bhi hoga,
Success bhi milegi aur danka bhi bajega,

Waqt ki ahamiyat ko jo log bhul jate hai,
Ant me sirf whi log aansoo bahate hai,
Rote hua es duniya me aate hai,
Vyarth jivan jikar rote hue chale jate hai....✍


Collaboration  by Manish Shrivastva  and Sonia Paruthi

Ketika awan tak lagi biru
dan mawar tak nampak merah
Gemerlap neon di angkasa mengaburkan sisi moral serta logika
sinisme dan dosa duniawi tak lagi terhalau
dan pepohonan kering menyeruak
Angkasa menjadi saksi

Akan ada kesederhanaan
pemikiran kecil akan hidup di metropolis
belenggu takdir,
tangis serta tawa
larut dalam anggur hitam yang akhirnya luruh dalam hasrat memiliki

Menuju masa lalu,
berhenti,
angin pagi pun hilang,
bersama raja angkasa yang padam
langit membelah
turunlah tangga menuju puncak duniawi
merentang seluas tangan,
menggapai mimpi-mimpi sederhana yang hilang terbawa arus kering,
menusuk tanpa arti

Membinasakan, demi bertahan
Menindas, mencerca, demi jadi raja hutan (singa kali..)
Ganas dan bengis, mengingkari kawan seperjuangan
Memang, manusia sekarang banyak yang tak lebih dari binatang!

Aku juga ingin jadi binatang
Binatang semut..
Ulat dimakan ayam
Ayam dimakan elang
Elang dimakan harimau
Semut? Semut tak pernah masuk rantai makanan
Karena ia kedahuluan mati terinjak

Walau begitu
Semut menggemukkan tanah
Tanah gembur tempat tumbuh rumput dan pohon subur
Rumput dan pohon subur jadi pusat rantai makanan

Kalian lihat kan peran semut?
Cakap dan mulia urusannya
Saking jadi pahlawan
Semut tak layak dinamai binatang
Mereka tak pas jadi tandingannya
hehe

Makanya aku ingin jadi semut

KHAPHA HOKE WO MUJHASE
MUH MOR CHAL DIYE…………
KI KYA THI KHATA ……………
BIN BOL CHALDIYE…………….
HUM TO UNAKE KADAMO MEN
DIL KHOL RAKH DIYE………………
KYA THI UNAKI RAJA……………….
BIN BOL CHAL DIYE………………..
BIN BOL CHAL DIYE…..…………♥