Tag Puisi: puisi tentang keheningan batin

• Ashtray at Dawn

  In the hollow room, silence echoes
  a prayer breaks through, gentle yet firm
  from the minaret, it spills over
  filling the morning air with restless notes
  I pause, as if caught in a net
  as the ashtray overflows with yesterday's regrets
  and the night lingers in the corners

  The call, it rises and falls like breath
  each word a pulse, a reminder
  of what was left unsaid, undone
  anger simmers beneath the surface
  held back by the weight of dawn
  while the room remains empty, waiting
  for something more than echoes

  Outside, the world begins its stir
  yet within, I am still caught
  between the past and the present
  the ashtray a silent witness
  to nights spent in futile dreams
  and mornings filled with unanswered questions
  as the prayer continues its steady rhythm

  In this space, I find a strange peace
  not all must end or begin anew
  some stories are meant to linger
  unfinished, like the cigarette's last breath
  or the prayer that fades into light
  I accept the incomplete, the unresolved
  and embrace the dawn as it is

  30 April 2022

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• Kaleng Biskuit di Pagi Sepi

  Pagi menguap di balik jendela,
  angin dingin mengetuk lembut,
  tangan meraba kunci,
  mengunci pintu rumah,
  seolah menutup rasa sepi.
  Kaleng biskuit usang di meja,
  menyimpan benang-benang harapan.

  Di ruang tamu, kursi tua berderit,
  mengisahkan cerita yang tak terucap.
  Gemetar menolak selimut,
  gemericik air dari keran bocor,
  mengisi celah keheningan pagi.
  Langit kelabu menggantung,
  menunggu matahari mengintip malu.

  Jahit-menjahit di atas karpet,
  benang kusut terurai pelan.
  Di balik pintu terkunci,
  sepi merayap,
  menyusuri sudut-sudut hati.
  Bahagia mungkin tak selalu utuh,
  seperti kaleng biskuit berisi kenangan.

  29 May 2021

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• Gelas Bening Berembun

  A glass sits, clarity blurred by mist,
  Voices dance, harsh and soft in the air,
  Like a promise unspoken, it twists,
  In silence, I listen, yet unaware.

  The invitation rests, unsent, untouched,
  Words collide, a cacophony of dreams,
  Through the fog, intentions are clutched,
  In quiet corners, nothing's as it seems.

  Each word a whisper, each pause a scream,
  The glass holds secrets, cold and wet,
  Promises float like a drifting dream,
  In the stillness, there's no regret.

  Breaths mix with frost, a silent decree,
  Not every vow finds its way to the light,
  In the echoes, I find what’s meant to be,
  Some promises are best left out of sight.

  19 January 2017

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• Gerimis di Atap Parkir

  Gerimis jatuh, jatuh di atap parkir,
  menggiring dingin yang merayap,
  papan nama toko yang pudar,
  bercerita pada yang lewat,
  tentang hari-hari yang berlalu.

  Diam-diam mendengar pikiran,
  menggema tanpa suara,
  mengulang, mengulang dalam hati,
  setiap tetes mengingatkan,
  akan cinta yang tak bisa dimiliki.

  Gerimis jatuh, jatuh lagi,
  ramah dalam dingin yang membisu,
  seolah berkata, cinta itu bebas,
  tak harus menggenggam erat,
  cukup menyadari dan merelakan

  27 April 2016

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• Nada Dering di Atap Seng

  Nada dering itu menggema,
  di bawah atap seng basah,
  seperti suara dari masa lalu.

  Seolah surat yang tak terkirim,
  berbisik pelan di telinga,
  menyentuh hati yang takut bicara.

  Hujan mengetuk lembut,
  menghapus jejak kenangan,
  di atas seng yang berkarat.

  Menyadari dunia terus melaju,
  tanpa kita bisa memahami,
  seperti nada dering yang hilang.

  15 January 2015

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