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]

objective reality

I am a determinist,
compelled to act as if free will existed
because if I wish to live in a civilized society
I must act responsibly

My career has been determined
by various forces over which I have no control
primarily those mysterious glands
in which nature prepares the very essence of life

Henry Ford may call it his Inner Voice,
Socrates referred to it as his daemon:
each man explains in his own way
the fact that the human will is not free
Everything is determined
by the force over which we have no control
for the insect as well as for the star

Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust,
we all dance to a mysterious time,
intoned in the distance by an invisible player

- Einstein

gayathri

Eternal One
lead me from the Unreal to the Real
from Ignorance to Knowledge
from Darkness to Light
from Death to Immortality
to be with Eternity in everlasting peace

- Veda

songs of Kabir

I am a materialist-spiritualist
that is their trouble
they cannot conceive of it
they have always thought that materialism is
something diametrically against, opposite, to spiritualism

bring them closer. In fact, that is how it is
your body is not opposed to your soul,
otherwise, why should we be together?

and God is not opposed to the world,
otherwise, why should He create it?
Man is body-soul together
both have to be satisfied...

Kabir says: 'The Master, who is true,
He is all light.'

- Rabindranath Tagore

postcoital

after the lovemaking is over
she may avoid your eyes
and act as though that abandoned creature,
whose body crushed those petals
on the bed, had been a different woman...

then, making yourselves comfortable
upon rugs and cushions
spread out on the terrace
in the moonlight,
you may enjoy each other's company.

Let her lie in your lap
with her face turned up to the moon;
point out Polaris and the Morning Star,
the Great Bear and his seven rishis,
and tell her all the stories of the night sky.

- the Kama Sutra