"bahu" poems - Hello Poetry

Palembang, 22 Juni 2011 Api itu hampir merajai waktu Merenggut harta benda tanpa ampun Mangarang tubuh yang sesepuh Duduk pun terdiam di kursi besi butut Kekuatan api bagai Sang Supernova Membumbung tinggi tak ada yang terjaga Meletup-letup bagai haus dan lapar Tinggallah hamparan abu di senja tiba Sebelum fajar menyingsing indah Berisik di tengah jalan sirine mengulang Langkah kaki mondar-mandir yang tentu arah Bergotong royong pun dengan peluh dan baju basah Ku duduk terdiam terpaku Setengah melamun di sebelum senja muncul Ku tersadar pun di tengah padam lampu Dan ku lihat Monalisa tersenyum pada ku Ku duduk bersimpuh di kaki Menunduk dan berharap ini hanya mimpi Dan aku bangkit tuk lihat situasi Ku dengar mayat rapuh bagai tiada arti lagi Tak mampu tumpah air mata Hanya tubuh kaku mati rasa Pikiran yang ingin selalu waspada Mental ini rapuh butuh udara Abu terasa di mana-mana Terinjak, menyatu dengan tanah Menutup mata kini selaalu terjaga Menjaga hari tanpa Supernova 9 Juni penuh cerita Di bawah tangisan dan panikan Wanita memasak dan menjaga anak Pria bahu membahu membangun rumah

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Oct 28, 2011

Oct 28, 2011 at 1:26 AM UTC

erikahandoko

Cerita Semi (9 Juni 2011)

Palembang, 22 Juni 2011 Api itu hampir merajai waktu Merenggut harta benda tanpa ampun Mangarang tubuh yang sesepuh Duduk pun terdiam di kursi besi butut Kekuatan api bagai Sang Supernova Membumbung tinggi tak ada yang terjaga Meletup-letup bagai haus dan lapar Tinggallah hamparan abu di senja tiba Sebelum fajar menyingsing indah Berisik di tengah jalan sirine mengulang Langkah kaki mondar-mandir yang tentu arah Bergotong royong pun dengan peluh dan baju basah Ku duduk terdiam terpaku Setengah melamun di sebelum senja muncul Ku tersadar pun di tengah padam lampu Dan ku lihat Monalisa tersenyum pada ku Ku duduk bersimpuh di kaki Menunduk dan berharap ini hanya mimpi Dan aku bangkit tuk lihat situasi Ku dengar mayat rapuh bagai tiada arti lagi Tak mampu tumpah air mata Hanya tubuh kaku mati rasa Pikiran yang ingin selalu waspada Mental ini rapuh butuh udara Abu terasa di mana-mana Terinjak, menyatu dengan tanah Menutup mata kini selaalu terjaga Menjaga hari tanpa Supernova 9 Juni penuh cerita Di bawah tangisan dan panikan Wanita memasak dan menjaga anak Pria bahu membahu membangun rumah

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Maine paise ke liye insaan ko badalte dekha hai, Maine paise ke liye insaan ko tadapate dekha hai, Ye bhagwan to nahi par, Iske liye insaan ko marte dekha hai, Maine Paise ke liye kisi ko kadi dhup me jalte dekha hai, Maine Paise ke liye kisi ko thand me tadapte dekha hai, Ye grihdata to nahi par, Iske liye kitno ke Ghar ujarte dekha hai, Maine Paise ke liye riste badalte dekha hai, Maine Paise ke liye kisi ko naak ragarte dekha hai, Ye koi aahar to nahi par, Iske bina kaiyo ko bin bhojan ke sote dekha hai, Maine Paise ke liye insaan ko nazaro se girte dekha hai, Maine Paise ke liye insaan ko aag par chalte dekha hai, Ye koi Ann to nahi par, Iske bina insaan to bhukh se marte dekha hai, Maine paiso ke liye aurat ke kapade utarte dekha hai, Maine paiso ke liye Ghar me bahu ko jalte dekha hai, Ye koi vastra to nahi par, Iske bina kaiyo ko bin kapade yu tahalte dekha hai, Maine paiso ke liye Bhai Bhai ko ladte dekha hai, Maine paise ke liye ladki ko sadak par thirkate dekha hai, Ye koi bhagya to nahi par, Esse kaiyo ke bhaag badlate dekha hai, Bhag badlate dekha hai.....

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Jun 4, 2017

Jun 4, 2017 at 1:18 AM UTC

ShrivastvaMK

PAISA

Maine paise ke liye insaan ko badalte dekha hai, Maine paise ke liye insaan ko tadapate dekha hai, Ye bhagwan to nahi par, Iske liye insaan ko marte dekha hai, Maine Paise ke liye kisi ko kadi dhup me jalte dekha hai, Maine Paise ke liye kisi ko thand me tadapte dekha hai, Ye grihdata to nahi par, Iske liye kitno ke Ghar ujarte dekha hai, Maine Paise ke liye riste badalte dekha hai, Maine Paise ke liye kisi ko naak ragarte dekha hai, Ye koi aahar to nahi par, Iske bina kaiyo ko bin bhojan ke sote dekha hai, Maine Paise ke liye insaan ko nazaro se girte dekha hai, Maine Paise ke liye insaan ko aag par chalte dekha hai, Ye koi Ann to nahi par, Iske bina insaan to bhukh se marte dekha hai, Maine paiso ke liye aurat ke kapade utarte dekha hai, Maine paiso ke liye Ghar me bahu ko jalte dekha hai, Ye koi vastra to nahi par, Iske bina kaiyo ko bin kapade yu tahalte dekha hai, Maine paiso ke liye Bhai Bhai ko ladte dekha hai, Maine paise ke liye ladki ko sadak par thirkate dekha hai, Ye koi bhagya to nahi par, Esse kaiyo ke bhaag badlate dekha hai, Bhag badlate dekha hai.....

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A swansong of the Indian Partition... Kal humaare ghar ke diye bujhe rahenge, Kal hum kuch rishton ke liye rote rahenge... Tomorrow the lamps of our home will remain put out, Tomorrow we shall keep crying for some relations... Rishte un bantwaara hue kheton se, Rishte un bhatakte hue jawaanon se... Relations with those partitioned farmlands, Relations with those misguided young men... Rishte us chamakti Multani mitti se, **Rishte us damakti Pakhtunkhwi **** se...** Relations with the glistening soil of Multan, Relations with the bright snow of Pakhtunkhwa... Rishte Ganga ke us Bangali muhaane se, Rishte Sindhu dariya aur samudr ke us mel se... Relations with the Ganga's Bengali estuary, Relations with the confluence of Indus and the Sea... Rishte us Balouchi kapaas se, Rishte udhde un kapdon se... Relations with that Balouchi cotton, Relations with those clothes torn away... Rishte luti us izzat se, Rishte mari us bahu se... Relations with the disrobed honour, Relations with the slain bride... Rishte jo sajaaye the mandap mein, Rishte jo likhaaye the jannat mein... Relations decorated inside the temple, Relations written in the paradise... **********

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Aug 14, 2019

Aug 14, 2019 at 2:10 PM UTC

Atul

Kal Humaare Ghar Ke Diye Bujhe Rahenge...|Tomorrow The Lamps Of Our Home Will Remain Put Out...

A swansong of the Indian Partition... Kal humaare ghar ke diye bujhe rahenge, Kal hum kuch rishton ke liye rote rahenge... Tomorrow the lamps of our home will remain put out, Tomorrow we shall keep crying for some relations... Rishte un bantwaara hue kheton se, Rishte un bhatakte hue jawaanon se... Relations with those partitioned farmlands, Relations with those misguided young men... Rishte us chamakti Multani mitti se, **Rishte us damakti Pakhtunkhwi **** se...** Relations with the glistening soil of Multan, Relations with the bright snow of Pakhtunkhwa... Rishte Ganga ke us Bangali muhaane se, Rishte Sindhu dariya aur samudr ke us mel se... Relations with the Ganga's Bengali estuary, Relations with the confluence of Indus and the Sea... Rishte us Balouchi kapaas se, Rishte udhde un kapdon se... Relations with that Balouchi cotton, Relations with those clothes torn away... Rishte luti us izzat se, Rishte mari us bahu se... Relations with the disrobed honour, Relations with the slain bride... Rishte jo sajaaye the mandap mein, Rishte jo likhaaye the jannat mein... Relations decorated inside the temple, Relations written in the paradise... **********

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"Dunia ini terlalu indah untuk dilukis, Sayang," Begitu katanya "Dunia ini juga terlalu luas untuk dipahami, Sayang," Begitu pula katanya Aku tetap tak mengerti Mengapa masih ada orang yang merasa dunia ini Terlalu sempit untuk diketahui Terlalu sulit untuk dijelajahi Apakah jendela cakrawala mereka saja yang sempit? Atau nyali mereka saja yang tak bisa berdiri sendiri? Hanya berani menguntit ditemani mata menyipit? Barangkali pikiran mereka juga hanya bisa mengintip? "Dunia ini dipenuhi orang aneh, Sayangku," Ujarnya kemudian Secangkir teh diteguknya perlahan "Dunia ini juga dipenuhi orang berotak kosong, kamu tahu itu," Kukatakan dalam hati bahwa aku tahu Tentu saja kami berdua tahu Bumi ini dihuni benak-benak yang melayang liar di balik masing-masing bahu Yang tak bisa diam walau hanya menunggu waktu Menunggu pikiran gila lainnya merayap masuk ke dalam kepalanya Membuat secarik kertas dan sebuah pulpen meleleh di tangannya Melantunkan kalimat-kalimat indah menjadi sebuah sajak Menyulapnya menjadi sebuah mahakarya yang terus menanjak Kukatakan sekali lagi dalam hati bahwa aku tahu Tentu saja kami berdua tahu Bumi ini juga dihuni benak-benak licik yang tak punya dinding malu Yang meraup beribu untung tak kenal waktu Diam-diam aku bertanya juga Di manakah jiwa-jiwa kotor itu bisa membeli dinding malu? Mengapa mentalnya tak beda jauh dengan mental para benalu? Orang-orang aneh itu masih terus menunggu waktu Orang-orang berotak kosong itu malah berlari meninggalkan waktu Orang-orang aneh itu terus menciptakan karya Orang-orang berotak kosong itu malah dibicarakan di berita pagi dan dunia maya Orang-orang aneh itu terus menumbuhkan bunga di atas nama bangsa Orang-orang berotak kosong itu malah menumbuhkan duri di bawah nama bangsa Seperti yang saat ini banyak terjadi, Seniman dan Koruptor.

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Jan 18, 2014

Jan 18, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC

sissygunawan

Dunia, Seni, Koruptor

"Dunia ini terlalu indah untuk dilukis, Sayang," Begitu katanya "Dunia ini juga terlalu luas untuk dipahami, Sayang," Begitu pula katanya Aku tetap tak mengerti Mengapa masih ada orang yang merasa dunia ini Terlalu sempit untuk diketahui Terlalu sulit untuk dijelajahi Apakah jendela cakrawala mereka saja yang sempit? Atau nyali mereka saja yang tak bisa berdiri sendiri? Hanya berani menguntit ditemani mata menyipit? Barangkali pikiran mereka juga hanya bisa mengintip? "Dunia ini dipenuhi orang aneh, Sayangku," Ujarnya kemudian Secangkir teh diteguknya perlahan "Dunia ini juga dipenuhi orang berotak kosong, kamu tahu itu," Kukatakan dalam hati bahwa aku tahu Tentu saja kami berdua tahu Bumi ini dihuni benak-benak yang melayang liar di balik masing-masing bahu Yang tak bisa diam walau hanya menunggu waktu Menunggu pikiran gila lainnya merayap masuk ke dalam kepalanya Membuat secarik kertas dan sebuah pulpen meleleh di tangannya Melantunkan kalimat-kalimat indah menjadi sebuah sajak Menyulapnya menjadi sebuah mahakarya yang terus menanjak Kukatakan sekali lagi dalam hati bahwa aku tahu Tentu saja kami berdua tahu Bumi ini juga dihuni benak-benak licik yang tak punya dinding malu Yang meraup beribu untung tak kenal waktu Diam-diam aku bertanya juga Di manakah jiwa-jiwa kotor itu bisa membeli dinding malu? Mengapa mentalnya tak beda jauh dengan mental para benalu? Orang-orang aneh itu masih terus menunggu waktu Orang-orang berotak kosong itu malah berlari meninggalkan waktu Orang-orang aneh itu terus menciptakan karya Orang-orang berotak kosong itu malah dibicarakan di berita pagi dan dunia maya Orang-orang aneh itu terus menumbuhkan bunga di atas nama bangsa Orang-orang berotak kosong itu malah menumbuhkan duri di bawah nama bangsa Seperti yang saat ini banyak terjadi, Seniman dan Koruptor.

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I promised my PATI.. a chapati for breakfast A plain chapati I passionately learnt to make Oh.. What an impression I will make... A marvelous chapati and a glass of milk I will prepare with all my heart.. A SUPERB Chapati from a BIWI to her PATI.. I am a BAHU.... an obedient BAHU...to my SASU MAA.. Ohh and she will brag ... I am the best BAHU... The best in India if not in the world... I am so proud... What a chapati maker I am.. A super BIWI.. an obedient BAHU... I will make superbb.... chapati... The whole India will dance with me... Dance in my kitchen with me.... But my SASUR requested for a Masala Chapati And he wanted it for lunch... today for dinner tonight and for breakfast tomorrow.. An obedient Bahu... I am.... A super Biwi I am.. Ohhh ...I am no MASALA CHAPATI maker... Plain chapati... plain chapati thats what i learnt... I searched for a recipe... MASALA CHAPATi... Butter,Chilli and coriander powder.. I cook them all together... Cumin seeds, vegetablas and GARAM MASALA.. Ohh la la la.... here goes the chapati masala... Oppss... when everything is set.. My SALI comes to check.... AMMI JI.... AMMI JI... she called.. My MASALA CHAPATI is about to ready... My pati.. my sasu maa... my sasur and my Sali We all sit together.. My cooking smells good.. When MASALA CHAPATI is served.... They all smile and look at me... WHAT?? IS THIS MASALA CHAPATI???? And we all dance on the kitchen floor....

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May 15, 2013

May 15, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC

sharina-saad

MASALA CHAPATI.....

I promised my PATI.. a chapati for breakfast A plain chapati I passionately learnt to make Oh.. What an impression I will make... A marvelous chapati and a glass of milk I will prepare with all my heart.. A SUPERB Chapati from a BIWI to her PATI.. I am a BAHU.... an obedient BAHU...to my SASU MAA.. Ohh and she will brag ... I am the best BAHU... The best in India if not in the world... I am so proud... What a chapati maker I am.. A super BIWI.. an obedient BAHU... I will make superbb.... chapati... The whole India will dance with me... Dance in my kitchen with me.... But my SASUR requested for a Masala Chapati And he wanted it for lunch... today for dinner tonight and for breakfast tomorrow.. An obedient Bahu... I am.... A super Biwi I am.. Ohhh ...I am no MASALA CHAPATI maker... Plain chapati... plain chapati thats what i learnt... I searched for a recipe... MASALA CHAPATi... Butter,Chilli and coriander powder.. I cook them all together... Cumin seeds, vegetablas and GARAM MASALA.. Ohh la la la.... here goes the chapati masala... Oppss... when everything is set.. My SALI comes to check.... AMMI JI.... AMMI JI... she called.. My MASALA CHAPATI is about to ready... My pati.. my sasu maa... my sasur and my Sali We all sit together.. My cooking smells good.. When MASALA CHAPATI is served.... They all smile and look at me... WHAT?? IS THIS MASALA CHAPATI???? And we all dance on the kitchen floor....

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Seorang Part I Baru-baru ini aku merasakan yang hidup ini tidak lagi bermakna buat aku. Di mana aku rasa kosong setiap kali nak memulakan sesuatu. Bagaikan terputus tali layang-layang yang asyik ditiup angin di langit biru itu. Aku cuba dan terus mencuba untuk memahami setiap apa yang berlaku di sekeliling aku. Akhirnya aku masih di situ dan terbelenggu keseorangan tanpa sesiapa pun sedar aku di mana. Tidak ada tangan yang mahu menolong aku apatah lagi bahu untuk ku sandarkan tiap kali aku mencurahkan air mata. Aku keseorangan. Seorang Part II Aku masih diam di situ kaku. Sejenak aku terdetik untuk mendongak ke langit. Tika itu kelihatan malam pekat dihiasi dengan bintang-bintang berkerlipan penuh gemerlapan dan juga bulan yang terang memukau aku seketika. Waktu itu aku masih ingin menangis lagi kerana aku lupa pada Yang Maha Mendengar Yang Maha Melihat Yang Maha Mengasihi. Aku alpa kerna selama ini aku melupakan Yang Maha Berkuasa. Aku merasakan kerdil waktu itu dan pada saat itu juga aku merasakan aku dibius semangat baru. Seorang Part III ...........................................................................................

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Nov 28, 2014

Nov 28, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC

orked-saerah

Seorang

Seorang Part I Baru-baru ini aku merasakan yang hidup ini tidak lagi bermakna buat aku. Di mana aku rasa kosong setiap kali nak memulakan sesuatu. Bagaikan terputus tali layang-layang yang asyik ditiup angin di langit biru itu. Aku cuba dan terus mencuba untuk memahami setiap apa yang berlaku di sekeliling aku. Akhirnya aku masih di situ dan terbelenggu keseorangan tanpa sesiapa pun sedar aku di mana. Tidak ada tangan yang mahu menolong aku apatah lagi bahu untuk ku sandarkan tiap kali aku mencurahkan air mata. Aku keseorangan. Seorang Part II Aku masih diam di situ kaku. Sejenak aku terdetik untuk mendongak ke langit. Tika itu kelihatan malam pekat dihiasi dengan bintang-bintang berkerlipan penuh gemerlapan dan juga bulan yang terang memukau aku seketika. Waktu itu aku masih ingin menangis lagi kerana aku lupa pada Yang Maha Mendengar Yang Maha Melihat Yang Maha Mengasihi. Aku alpa kerna selama ini aku melupakan Yang Maha Berkuasa. Aku merasakan kerdil waktu itu dan pada saat itu juga aku merasakan aku dibius semangat baru. Seorang Part III ...........................................................................................

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HINDI AKO TAKOT SA BAGYONG YULANDA TAKOT AK SA BUNGANGA MOMG BAHU GOMA

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Feb 18, 2014

Feb 18, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC

al-raffy-mima

FLIPTOP

HINDI AKO TAKOT SA BAGYONG YULANDA TAKOT AK SA BUNGANGA MOMG BAHU GOMA

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6/6/2022 to you, from the slopes of Shivalik Nestled between two hills flows the river Tawi "you should see my city in autumn," i say to an old friend in his new apartment in Gurgaon. In the bastion of the mighty Dogras, nestled between two hills flows the river Tawi - daughter of the sun and there i was, standing on the old bridge overlooking Bagh-e-Bahu, "you should see the great Tawi during heavy rains, you should see her might when no one is looking" the very might, of a son, that saved the king of the serpents, and in return the father crowned him the lord of the virtuous slopes of Shivalik "she flows here from kailash kund," i tell him with a smile, "to the land of my father, of his brother, and his sister" the land where the maharaja once saw a beast and his prey - bowing together, quenching their thirst in the month of June; free from shackles "you should come on a sunday, and have some Rajma," as we take out the foreign bread from a local joint. "maybe we can have some khatta meat too, if you decide to stay," i say to him as i take another bite. for long have our forefathers told us to take pride in the soil of our birth. they know of the threads that bind us to the place that has come before us. some escape, some never come back, and some carry with them, always, the colour of their soil. before i left, i too, stood on the old bridge - on my way to the old city; bowing to the Goddess at Bawe, as she looked on, ever present -- in the land of the Dogras, in her ever lasting abode. "you should come see my city in December," i say to him as i take a last bite. Nestled between two hills flows the river Tawi - daughter of the sun, nourishing land of the Dogras @writeweird

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Jun 5, 2022

Jun 5, 2022 at 10:49 PM UTC

aviisevil

Nestled between two hills flows the river Tawi

6/6/2022 to you, from the slopes of Shivalik Nestled between two hills flows the river Tawi "you should see my city in autumn," i say to an old friend in his new apartment in Gurgaon. In the bastion of the mighty Dogras, nestled between two hills flows the river Tawi - daughter of the sun and there i was, standing on the old bridge overlooking Bagh-e-Bahu, "you should see the great Tawi during heavy rains, you should see her might when no one is looking" the very might, of a son, that saved the king of the serpents, and in return the father crowned him the lord of the virtuous slopes of Shivalik "she flows here from kailash kund," i tell him with a smile, "to the land of my father, of his brother, and his sister" the land where the maharaja once saw a beast and his prey - bowing together, quenching their thirst in the month of June; free from shackles "you should come on a sunday, and have some Rajma," as we take out the foreign bread from a local joint. "maybe we can have some khatta meat too, if you decide to stay," i say to him as i take another bite. for long have our forefathers told us to take pride in the soil of our birth. they know of the threads that bind us to the place that has come before us. some escape, some never come back, and some carry with them, always, the colour of their soil. before i left, i too, stood on the old bridge - on my way to the old city; bowing to the Goddess at Bawe, as she looked on, ever present -- in the land of the Dogras, in her ever lasting abode. "you should come see my city in December," i say to him as i take a last bite. Nestled between two hills flows the river Tawi - daughter of the sun, nourishing land of the Dogras @writeweird

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Rumah joglo di tengah sawah. Dengan cahaya remang yang berasal dari pojok ruangan ini. Pemutar piringan hitammu baru selesai kau perbaiki. Ku memilih untuk mendengarkan album Chet Baker Sings dengan vokalnya, seingatku itu milik mendiang kakekmu. Gelas-gelas tinggi sudah kau siapkan, sebotol anggur dari Bordeaux sudah ku buka. Makan malam kita sudah tandas, dua piring penuh berisi daging sapi yang sore tadi ku panggang, hampir matang penuh, bersama hancuran kentang yang sedikit dibubuhi garam dan lada, dengan saus krim jamur. Jasmu sudah kau tanggalkan dan sampirkan di sisi sofa coklat tua itu. Gaun hitamku masih rapih melekat pada tubuhku, namun rambutku, yang hanya sepanjang bahu, sudah ku urai, agar kau bisa menghirup harum bunga sakuranya. Kita menari, pelan, sembari menengguk asam dan manisnya anggur Bordeaux itu. Ku kira Chet Baker telah letih bernyanyi dan bermain trumpet, suaranya perlahan hilang, digantikan oleh suara jangkrik dari luar sana. Aku pun lelah, ku rebahkan tubuhku di sofa coklat itu, menyandarkan kepala di dekat sampiran jasmu, menghirup bau cendana yang hampir hilang. Kau menghampiriku, memelukku erat, menghirup leherku, pipiku, dan mengecup bibirku. Pelan-pelan, satu per satu pakaian kita tanggal, di bawah cahaya temaram, ditemani suara jangkrik, kita melebur, melebur jadi satu. Tanah Ubud, tak pernah gagal membuatku jatuh cinta, sengaja maupun tidak.

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Jun 5, 2020

Jun 5, 2020 at 1:57 PM UTC

intanamira

Malam Malam, Ubud

Rumah joglo di tengah sawah. Dengan cahaya remang yang berasal dari pojok ruangan ini. Pemutar piringan hitammu baru selesai kau perbaiki. Ku memilih untuk mendengarkan album Chet Baker Sings dengan vokalnya, seingatku itu milik mendiang kakekmu. Gelas-gelas tinggi sudah kau siapkan, sebotol anggur dari Bordeaux sudah ku buka. Makan malam kita sudah tandas, dua piring penuh berisi daging sapi yang sore tadi ku panggang, hampir matang penuh, bersama hancuran kentang yang sedikit dibubuhi garam dan lada, dengan saus krim jamur. Jasmu sudah kau tanggalkan dan sampirkan di sisi sofa coklat tua itu. Gaun hitamku masih rapih melekat pada tubuhku, namun rambutku, yang hanya sepanjang bahu, sudah ku urai, agar kau bisa menghirup harum bunga sakuranya. Kita menari, pelan, sembari menengguk asam dan manisnya anggur Bordeaux itu. Ku kira Chet Baker telah letih bernyanyi dan bermain trumpet, suaranya perlahan hilang, digantikan oleh suara jangkrik dari luar sana. Aku pun lelah, ku rebahkan tubuhku di sofa coklat itu, menyandarkan kepala di dekat sampiran jasmu, menghirup bau cendana yang hampir hilang. Kau menghampiriku, memelukku erat, menghirup leherku, pipiku, dan mengecup bibirku. Pelan-pelan, satu per satu pakaian kita tanggal, di bawah cahaya temaram, ditemani suara jangkrik, kita melebur, melebur jadi satu. Tanah Ubud, tak pernah gagal membuatku jatuh cinta, sengaja maupun tidak.

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The journey started from me looking for a partner loyal, family oriented, committed, knowledgeable and sort of an ideal ma quite opposite to him but now looking back, it strikes me major things in ife are sense of humor, fun, friends, understanding, someone who aspires to be better each day, and now it just makes me sick that none of this is there I feel am stuck in walls surrounded with heavy silence, no laughter and smiles, orthodox mindset, traditional setup, no way to improve on yourself I don't understand why this world has defined how a daughter in law should be What should she wear How should she talk When should she wake up What should she eat And most important of all In the mindset of the Indian Society she shouldn't leave the house at all this is what i am facing i feel that it is sin to speak up your mind when i was always taught the opposite i feel in the scenario like this it is sin to be who you are and I have always followed the opposite I am expected to change myself because apparently i dont fall under the definition of ideal "bahu" And Why marriage comes with so many compromises on adjustments and as far as i am understanding girls here are expected to adjust in the family why??? are we not human beings Why we are not allowed to dream Why we are not allowed to speak up against the wrong happening to them Why we are just expected to be silent and say nothing I dont know who will survive this this is getting difficult each day i feel somebody has caged me in an apartment luring me with open windows that there is a world outside but no you are not allowed to leave as per your wishes I feel somebody has caged me in a room you are not allowed to keep open because thats not the way it should be, apparently doesnt fall under their list of ideal bahu I feel somebody has caged me in a place you are not allowed to wear eat breathe sit stand as per your wishes I know all this can be easy but not for a person like me whose basis of survival is the word "Freedom" Freedom to eat sleep talk act roam listen sit stand wherever and whenever as per her heart The world here is expecting her to just give up on herself totally. but then what they are getting in return?? what happiness they will get in return where will this take them ?? Nowhere!!! they will be left with a person who is lifeless and colorless Nobody to hear me screaming Nobody to see me drowning This is affecting my inner soul but who is bothered?? noone!!! because now that i am married , i am their asset and no am not allowed to live my life as per my wishes Because "Bahu" is expected to make compromises and adjustments each day.

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Aug 8, 2021

Aug 8, 2021 at 2:27 AM UTC

Sarah

what went wrong

The journey started from me looking for a partner loyal, family oriented, committed, knowledgeable and sort of an ideal ma quite opposite to him but now looking back, it strikes me major things in ife are sense of humor, fun, friends, understanding, someone who aspires to be better each day, and now it just makes me sick that none of this is there I feel am stuck in walls surrounded with heavy silence, no laughter and smiles, orthodox mindset, traditional setup, no way to improve on yourself I don't understand why this world has defined how a daughter in law should be What should she wear How should she talk When should she wake up What should she eat And most important of all In the mindset of the Indian Society she shouldn't leave the house at all this is what i am facing i feel that it is sin to speak up your mind when i was always taught the opposite i feel in the scenario like this it is sin to be who you are and I have always followed the opposite I am expected to change myself because apparently i dont fall under the definition of ideal "bahu" And Why marriage comes with so many compromises on adjustments and as far as i am understanding girls here are expected to adjust in the family why??? are we not human beings Why we are not allowed to dream Why we are not allowed to speak up against the wrong happening to them Why we are just expected to be silent and say nothing I dont know who will survive this this is getting difficult each day i feel somebody has caged me in an apartment luring me with open windows that there is a world outside but no you are not allowed to leave as per your wishes I feel somebody has caged me in a room you are not allowed to keep open because thats not the way it should be, apparently doesnt fall under their list of ideal bahu I feel somebody has caged me in a place you are not allowed to wear eat breathe sit stand as per your wishes I know all this can be easy but not for a person like me whose basis of survival is the word "Freedom" Freedom to eat sleep talk act roam listen sit stand wherever and whenever as per her heart The world here is expecting her to just give up on herself totally. but then what they are getting in return?? what happiness they will get in return where will this take them ?? Nowhere!!! they will be left with a person who is lifeless and colorless Nobody to hear me screaming Nobody to see me drowning This is affecting my inner soul but who is bothered?? noone!!! because now that i am married , i am their asset and no am not allowed to live my life as per my wishes Because "Bahu" is expected to make compromises and adjustments each day.

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Bachpan se tha laad pyaar, Sab mein achhe, imaandaar, Hum bhi banenge khuddaar, Sabne kaha bahu samachaar, Par bahar jaane ka naakar tu vichaar, Duniya mein bari hai andkaar. Bachpan se tha laad pyaar, Clg hogaya ab job ka tha khayaal Ek dum se nikle the bahar, Hairaan hogaye dekhkar, Aise hotha hai dhuniya dhaar, Na khoi address ka tha patha, Na koi routes ka idea tha, Poore shareer ke andhar chah gaya tha dar. Bachpan se tha laad pyaar, Junoon tha man mei, Dhikana tha duniya ko kuch bankar, Par jab aayi naukri ki baari, Paani paani hogayi confidence saari, Zor zor se padgaye thaane, Aakhir kyu aati ** tum kamane. Jo bachpan se thi perfect, Uspe padgayi daant ka effect, Mote mote nikalgaye aasu, Rou bhi na toh kya karu khasu. Rone ki humpe lag *** tag, Sabko jaise bangayi mazak. Kehne ko aazad hai hum, Abhi bi hai laachari ki gum, Aasan nahi hotha yeh sehna, Mazak banake na rakdo, Mere bhai aur behna.

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Apr 7, 2022

Apr 7, 2022 at 4:21 AM UTC

Pooji

A glimpse....

Bachpan se tha laad pyaar, Sab mein achhe, imaandaar, Hum bhi banenge khuddaar, Sabne kaha bahu samachaar, Par bahar jaane ka naakar tu vichaar, Duniya mein bari hai andkaar. Bachpan se tha laad pyaar, Clg hogaya ab job ka tha khayaal Ek dum se nikle the bahar, Hairaan hogaye dekhkar, Aise hotha hai dhuniya dhaar, Na khoi address ka tha patha, Na koi routes ka idea tha, Poore shareer ke andhar chah gaya tha dar. Bachpan se tha laad pyaar, Junoon tha man mei, Dhikana tha duniya ko kuch bankar, Par jab aayi naukri ki baari, Paani paani hogayi confidence saari, Zor zor se padgaye thaane, Aakhir kyu aati ** tum kamane. Jo bachpan se thi perfect, Uspe padgayi daant ka effect, Mote mote nikalgaye aasu, Rou bhi na toh kya karu khasu. Rone ki humpe lag *** tag, Sabko jaise bangayi mazak. Kehne ko aazad hai hum, Abhi bi hai laachari ki gum, Aasan nahi hotha yeh sehna, Mazak banake na rakdo, Mere bhai aur behna.

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kamu menjauh. itu bukan salahku aku tak lagi rindu aneh.. tapi nyaman. dingin, sunyi tapi aku suka. ketidakpastianmu aku tak rasa lagi aku sudah aman pastinya.. tapi, ada beberapa pertanyaanku tak kau jawab . . sudah kau jumpa tempat nyamanmu? apakah sama empuk bahu itu? apa kau menangis lepas seperti dulu? apa kau jumpa rumahmu? ketawamu sudah girang? bagaimana hatimu? baikkah orang-orang disana? indahkah permandangan tempat barumu? apa kau tak lagi sedar? . . tempat nyamanmu bukanlah rumah, tapi orang yg memberi kau rasa cinta. empuk bahu itu bukan tentang siapa, tapi nyaman yg kau rasa. menangis lepas itu bukan tentang malu, tapi jujurkah kau pada dirimu sendiri? apa kau tak lagi sedar? . . . takkan kau temu kan apa yang kau cari selagi kau tak berbaik pada semesta . berbaik hatilah

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Aug 15, 2022

Aug 15, 2022 at 1:58 AM UTC

fatinro

doa buat seluruh kamu

kamu menjauh. itu bukan salahku aku tak lagi rindu aneh.. tapi nyaman. dingin, sunyi tapi aku suka. ketidakpastianmu aku tak rasa lagi aku sudah aman pastinya.. tapi, ada beberapa pertanyaanku tak kau jawab . . sudah kau jumpa tempat nyamanmu? apakah sama empuk bahu itu? apa kau menangis lepas seperti dulu? apa kau jumpa rumahmu? ketawamu sudah girang? bagaimana hatimu? baikkah orang-orang disana? indahkah permandangan tempat barumu? apa kau tak lagi sedar? . . tempat nyamanmu bukanlah rumah, tapi orang yg memberi kau rasa cinta. empuk bahu itu bukan tentang siapa, tapi nyaman yg kau rasa. menangis lepas itu bukan tentang malu, tapi jujurkah kau pada dirimu sendiri? apa kau tak lagi sedar? . . . takkan kau temu kan apa yang kau cari selagi kau tak berbaik pada semesta . berbaik hatilah

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