the Blues

the night breeze squeezes the shadows of the trees
his silhouette rambling over the hills
though decaying, he's actually striving
to stand over the rocks rising
and the million of wills

whispering leaves
in the bleak arms of night
was his piece of heart
longing for the moon,
the dusk,
and the frozen of light


totodigio
Sept. 13, 1978

A lone

His life is getting worse of lonely, worse of empty
even worse off at night time
he shouted and scared
gulped off of his room of emptyness

how he hates. himself of all
whose wishing a woman of mate

ev'ry threats in ev'ry corners. Even coming closer
within scares of waiting he whisper a name

he laiden down and shouted. Who's calling is it?
tiredly he wept: Mother! Mother!


Chairil Anwar
Februari 1943

Letters

letters were written while tired candles blink
letters were written while whispering wind breezes
letters were written while ticking clocks tick-tacking
letters were written, words were whispering
wont fades wont disappear


surat-surat, 1971 - meditasi, abdul hadi wm [Indonesia]

Centrum

I ever drink out of your eyes
firmly respect the days
guess not the whirling leaves
falling to burry you laid down in the haze

that was: the sun laying
burns the grass in dying
as lonely sky breathing
draughty song is blowing

and when the bell rang
it was you home, I’d thought.
soon I opened the door:
it seems
just a fuzzy wind blew


[translated from: sumber, wing karjo's selembar daun, 1974]

a note paper piece torn over bookshelf of war devastated Iraqi country boy

in the midst of chaos and uncertainties
of the future
I spent my hungry purse out
My tiny cents starved to bought this book (a copy version, though..)

forsake of empower me
and be the tools
of my future machine

[totodigi - june 6th, 2000]