Love Advices

It is not about how we live
But it’s about how we enjoy it
He said

Smile is important
Cause happiness make us stronger
He tells

We need to cherish the moment
Look for the better
Advice each other
Be patient, I said

Compromise
He adds
Listen
I smile

But, you have to believe and trust
I will be your guard

Promise?
I ask
Always
He whispers

While I suppose to post my 6th poetry in day 6, here I am try to post my day 4th submission. The prompt was loveless love poetry. I have to make a poetry about love, without using the word love and avoid flowery and rainbowy scene. I made a lot of this actually. So my take on this prompt is love advices that we make throughout our 3 years conscious coupling. Hope you like it.

What is your advice for newlywed like me?

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Love Can Worry You easily

 

 

When thunders on with heavy rain fall

Wind thrust without its breeze

An empty side of this sofa

Calling for warm and peace

 

Of heart that is made from scratch

mind and ego are not match

Undergo yearns throughout compassions

love always suffers as much as love sparkles

 

Weary for love is indeed delicacy

Waiting for knock on door, Staring at the phone

Loud heart beat that always singing

Hoping and praying for ‘Okay’ is always around

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tebar Asa dalam Tepian Hati, Hati Kita

 

Tepian hati

lasak, bercengkrama dengan mimpi

poranda atas angin-angin visi

hembusan gigil yang menelungkup

tekad akan sebuah eksistensi abadi

 

Bergumul kita dalam pribadi

antara yakin tak yakin

dan mungkin tak mungkin

Berhenti kita,

Atas potret sakitnya kejatuhan

dan sukarnya kebangkitan

 

Dalam sepersekian detik  antara gaduh tepian hati dan keindahan visi

ludah tertelan, jeda terhantar

 

 

 

 

 

The Adventure Time

 

 

Pada lain dunia

saat aku menjadi ratu permen gula gula

dan kau menjadi pangeran terlantar negri manusia

 

waktu yang lebih lama

 

batas percik hati yang tak ada

 

senyum senyum yang lontar sana sini

 

cium jauh berbentuk hati yang memenuhi ruang jemari

***

Jika tak bisa,

Aku ingin sebelum waktu yang ada berikan lebih sedikit masa

 

biarkan pendarku lebih mengudara

pada hatimu yang tak punya tempat untuk tambatkan jangkar asa

 

***

Karna tak mungkin,

aku hanya ingin kita, aku, maaf

pada setiap curi curi masa

 

senyummu yang berkembang

dan manismu yang terpendam

 

Berharap tapi tidak Ingin

Ketika rasa tidak ingin bersama
Dosa…
Ketika cinta hanya untuk fana
Untuk pahat jemarimu atas renta bahu
Dan tatapan benderang kita

Jeda kata yang beri koma pada cerita-ceritamu
Warna indah lantunmu yang syahdu atas
Ayat-ayatNya juga
Visimu dan abuya-mu

Ada jentik
Mengecap sengit padang hati
Yang ingin memiliki
setiap nada
Setiap kerling
Setiap resonansi

Meski (padahal) kita sudah bangun bahtera masing-masing
Apakah ini tanda kita tidak siap mengarungi?

***
Hanoi pagi buta
(Aku)
Tak ingin mencerna kopi kental kita
Dalam ruang sempit dan lelah mata
Rutukku pada jam terbang yang beda
Dan lantai kamar kita yang tak sama
Hanoi pagi buta
(Aku)
Masih ingin menatapmu lebih lama

Sebenarnya ada kata yang harusnya sampai dalam kotak surat yang kamu punya
Lebih dari segalanya
Aku ingin kau juga punya rindu yang sama
Hufff tidak
Aku hanya ingin kau peka

Banyak wanita yang mudah jatuh cinta
Dengan apa yang kau punya
Berhentilah
Setidaknya kurangilah
Sikap yang terlalu ingin dicinta

Mengerikan, bukan
Hati ini pasrah hingga menjadi remah
Meski hanya lewat tatap dan sedikit tepuk pada pundak
***

Kini aku yang balik tanya
Adakah nyata yang kau sembunyikan
Atau pura yang kau perlihatkan

Sejauh horizon yang menggantung di udara
Tanya lain sergap menyergap

Sejauh hati ini menahan
Isak menunggu

Sejauh pikiran ini mampu
Aku putuskan untuk tidak menjadi gagu

Bersandar pada Katamu

iya,
tersungkur mengingatmu
dalam jarak goresan pena dan kertas
puisi ini memang cuma kamu

bukan,
sebaik ada lintasan hati mengingat
tak ada niat
remah-remah memori terjaga dan menjaga
menetap dan tak pernah luruh
dalam semua kontra

sedap,
wangi masih melingkupi
dini gemerisik dari semua kata pasif
menggores liar dalam bingkai sebuah imagi
karam kelam, ia
memimpikan asa
sebuah pelukan

lega,
meraup kehadiran bisu
jiwa dan senyummu

Name One Ustadz in your life

If someone asked you, who is the most influence person in your life? whom will be your answer?

Maybe your father, Maybe Steve Jobs.

If someone asked you, who is the most influence ustadz in your life?

Whom will be your answer? or do you even have one?

***

In my opinion, i think we should have one. One religious person that we can looked up to. Because read Rasulullah book will be less motivated than see one person that look a like him. We better have one ustadz, that we believe in him almost 100% because sometimes our fathers make mistakes and we judge him subjectively. And that make excuse for us to not trying to be better 100%. But an Ustadz, we are not really close to them, we will just see big picture of his/her life.

I have one, very Masha Allah ustadz. I know him from a book. Which is the best way to know a person, right? A book, that is written by his heart, i believe. Because his books just directly touch my heart.

When you write with your heart, it will touch the reader’s heart too indirectly, absurdly.

That line, i learn from him too, from one his writing. If i am not mistaken, he was writing his first book when he was 19. Titled Nikmatnya Pacaran Setelah Pernikahan (The Beauty of Dating After Marriage). He was writing that book as a (waiting for approval) i-am-ready-to-marry-someone proposal. And, i was reading that book when i was 14. 🙂 Found that book in the middle of my sister-in-Islam stack of books. After that day, i was ready to be married, in young age. >.<. Indeed it is a very big changing in my life. I was 14 at that time, n already feel ready about marriage. Wasn’t i?

He is Ustadz Salim Akhukum Fillah (no idea who his real name is). From what i remember, he was graduated from ordinary public high school in Jogja. Which is i adore so much, its like remind to think no need a great Islamic boarding to make ur self have good knowledge in Islam.

Still with that one book, i remember it until now. 5 years n i dont forget. After 5 years i still stirred by its impact.

He is the one (that i know) who bring non-fictional islamic book readable for youth. He has this poetical rhyme that i keep hear whenever i read his book. He whispers a sentence in a very soft way. Even it is a non-fiction book, there is an art in it. Make any heart warm, or more likely sad, because his whisper just touch our heart. Its like he is our father, that give a super-important advice to his daughter.

His second book that i read when i was 16, is magically memorable. The title is Agar Bidadari Cemburu Padamu (Till an Angel Jealous for You). If i was ready to have an early marriage two years earlier, at that time, i was ready to become a young mother.

He always have that touch, a fatherly touch that i tell you before. i believe that because he always use his heart whenever he writes. A touch that will remind you how big Allah’s love is. An advice how grateful you should be. Ah, now i already want to cry again, i miss his books. Lately, i keep drowning in classic literature books. Hope, my mom soon will bought for me some of his works again.

Uh, gladly he has twitter now–> @salimafillah ; and his tweet sometimes enough to make me have a twisty smile, its like his advice tingle my heart. Ah, he is so goooooooood. The best part (as long as i can remember) he always being so calm, even in taking on a rejection or dissent. He is the one that remind me to not use bad words and not arguing stuffs. He is  the one who keep remind me, no matter how bad i am, there will just a way to back to Allah. And two years ago, he is just assuring me about faith. If Habiburrahman El-Shirazy in Ayat-Ayat Cinta said that faith is in the edge of human’s work. Ustadz Salim said “you jump from one faith to another faith, also with the other faith”. And i feel it more reliable. Oh ya, he is also very scientific, i suppose. I still remember, how fascinating i was when i was reading one of his books and found article about Freud and National Geographic!

Ah, lets stop describing how i admire him that much. And, lets sum it up. I think we (you n i) need more Ustadz like him. One person that can mix sientific and religious pattern in very artsy way, with sincere intention.

Dear Ustadz Salim Akhukum Fillah,

Jazakillah Khairan Katsir.

PS: This post made without google.

PSS: I dont do edit much for this post. So please try to understand my English ya? or maybe some words just un-connected. I just want to make this post so bad. :O