"manja" poems
Dulu terlihat manis dan suci
Ucapan manja masih menghiasi
Setelah dini menghampiri
Betapa indah merasaakan cinta sejati
Awal penuh kebahagiaan
Hidung mancung dipadu tawa
Mata indah penuh cahaya
Kerlap-kerlip penuh cahaya
Saat pertama aku melihatnya
Ku jatuh hati padanya
Ingin ku bahagia bersamanya
Selalu indah selamanya
Tapi, dia telah bahagia
Bahkan tak tau aku di sini
Menunggu datangnya cinta
Walau hanya sebercak tinta
Biar tersimpan dalam hati
Hingga kita bertemu nanti
Biar ku rangkai dulu jadi lirik
Oh Tuhan,,, aku punya Cinta Dalam Hati
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 8:57 AM UTC
Mother, I won't go to America
I don't want to work the desk job in the high-rise
at the edge of the city, waking the nights nesting code.
Mother, I can't buy you the dream home.
This is how I am. This is who I've become.
I weave a nest for the birds of dreams
to roost in my soul. I'm a poet. I'm peregrine.
When I come home, can I sit by your side
and not talk? Not talk of marriage and children
and property and bank balance?
I folded my kites up and my boomerangs
and studied the nights. The glass filings
on the manja cut sores in my heart but I succeeded,
through university and adversity.
But this is who I am: a poet.
I weave a fabric and print tales of shadow and light.
Here, they come to roost, the birds peregrine.
I don't come home to eat what you cook.
I don't come home to hear about struggles and
disappointments. Yes I have failed in some sense.
But there is so much to say that is better said unsaid.
But this is who I am: a poet. I'm peregrine.
Can I just come home and sit by your side at sunset?
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
MY KITE
A girl small, requests her uncle for some "manja" and a kite.
Then goes up to the terrace quietly, choosing a lonely site.
Writing something on the kite, when away from others sight.
She then tries to fly it high up to heaven, in a hurry; with a push light.
The kite finally soars up, Heavenward; after some struggle n fight.
Suddenly her family, after a long time, see on her face a smile bright.
The kite now, far away is, and zooming to a height;
When suddenly it is cut off and is soon out of everyone's sight.
When her they approach to console, see they, a smile bright.
Surprised they are n dumb founded, to see her dancing with all her might.
Ask her they, why happy she is about this; on seeing this plight.
Replies the cute little girl, my kite has, my mother reached; n will soon be in her sight.
I have sent my love n asked her to return; with ink blue on this kite white.
Soon, o very soon, the kite will reach Heaven, n will be within my mum's sight.
With tears they hugged her; knew they, nothing could be done, about the orphan's plight.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC
It is evening now, as moist and damp
as monsoon dusks can be,
and the lantern, it is shining away,
hanging off the ceiling. Now,
the bells ringing the vespers toll.
Elsewhere, celebrations have begun.
Sometimes, wails emerge, accompanied
by the chime of breaking bangles: yes,
glass is what makes the manja potent.
The lantern: it is what crickets
are to sound, to light in the nights.
But, it can only reach so far: built dim.
The fan slices through her smile,
and in the corners, shadows dance.
It's a wave, yes, light, and it bends at the
corners, but it doesn't handle slits well.
But it keeps attempting this every
monsoon night; through the rain, and
through the silence after the crickets
and people are done, reflecting off
ceilings, bending at corners, and
forming fringes where life is otherwise
just colourless, like the pouring rain.
(Oh not odourless though, the smell
of earth has entered into her pores)
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
Jangan kegeeran
Siapa tau lo nyari nama gue di hellopoetry
Bukan apa-apa
Semua puisi yang pernah gue tulis
Bukan buat lo
Tapi buat gue sendiri
Gue emang pengecut cuma bisa nyampein disini
Yakali juga gue bilang ke lo
Sadar
Lo juga pengecut
Cuma bisa ngira
Gue mikirin lo suka lo dll
Mau tahu orang yang beneran gue sayang?
Yang beneran gue suka?
Yang udah mandiri
Yang udah bisa mikir masa depan
Yang gak manja ke mama papanya.
Orang kaya gitu ada
And i fell in love with him
Not with you *******
-tertanda, cewek yang cuma nganggep lo gak lebih dari seorang pecundang.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
Ingin rasanya melayang jauh ke masa lampau
Takkan ku biarkan sosoknya hadir
Jauh ke masa lampau...
Takkan ku biarkan kebahagiaan tersingkir
Saat awan lahir ke peraduan
Kenangannya memanggil manja
Dengan menerobos dinding kenyataan
Nyatanya ia telah hilang tak membekas apa-apa
Perasaan semakin tinggi menjulang
Kamu - Senja - Aku akan selamanya satu
Kau benar telah memilih pergi
Aku benar telah memutuskan menunggumu kembali.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 8:25 AM UTC
I did let go of my past,
my present & my future.
But my hands had sharp cuts and endless blood,
and I knew my precious hands were still
holding onto Manja of the time.
Letting go is the mere illusion
like seeing a kite flying away,
merely forgetting the existence of
Manja
KPK
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 8:53 AM UTC