Toast, Milk and A Poem

Mencuri Angkasa

Aku melihat langit-langit angkasa runtuh bertebaran,

menelanjangi bintang-bintang yang berkelip membahana

Aku tersenyum walau kaki-kaki ku terhisap tanah

Lama berjalan tanpa dahulu mampu menyentuh angkasa.

Namun hari itu angkasa runtuh bertebaran,

Kupunguti satu demi satu bintang nya yang lama aku indahkan

Dan mencurinya disaku-saku celana, menyimpannya dalam diam.

Hingga mentari datang menyapu angkasa yang runtuh bertebaran,

membiarkan tiap bintang yang dicuri diam-diam direnggut bersamanya.

Sasha yang ngantuk, 26 Maret 2017.

Shout out to Syauqi for the artwork!
https://www.behance.net/gallery/59058545/Toast-Milk-and-a-Poem

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In Puisi,

Hening dalam kening,

Isi kepala ini meletup-letup
Tiada apinya, tiada tungkunya

Teriak sunyi nya menggema
Karena tak ada kekata yang ditembak ke udara
Terlalu banyak, penuh, sesak!

Sesak, hingga muak ia keluarkan
Tetapi tetap sunyi
Tak ada yang mendengar
Tak ada yang mengindahkan

Ditiap detik terbuang untuk mencari
Cari asa usang tak berasap
Menyayat, membakar-bakar seisi hati
Yang tak dapat ia mengerti lalu memelih menepi
Dan mati suri bertabuh lirih perih.

Sasha yang masih enchanted sama Daekkobi, 3 Maret 2017.

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In Catatan Penulis,

Color: Blue

The azure of the ocean where I usually run to,

The light blue sky I see every morning from the bus I took to college,

My dad's cobalt blue Vespa he just bought months ago but he never drives it anyway,

A blue old jumper jacket of my long lost friend,

The last denim blouse I worn to the last day of exam,

And most of the color of my clothing,

Van Gogh and his unexplainable thought,

Troye Sivan's Blue Neighbourhood,

The shady color I saw every morning in the mirror,

January,

The end of June,

And a start of everything,

Are the few things that reminds me of blue.

Blue is like colour of cosmic memory that gives me this sense of mixed feelings; security, peace, calmness, sadness, disappointment, trustworthy and of course vivid memory I tried to recall back in. These unexplainable feelings of blue that could tame the firing red of my monstrous souls. Souls, because I believe there are lot more souls than just one soul in everyone. That is why they are colourful inside, and each of the colour inside them can balance each other flames.

But blue/bleu/azure/biru has something special in it.

Something I always thankful to have one. Or maybe not, maybe I just drown into it.

Just like the ocean I always drown into, not in literal way, but I always feel like the oceans has it own spark to call me back. A peaceful calling for a dazzled mind. Ocean is my own personal medicine of anything. But, when it is not possible to have the Ocean, the light blue sky in the morning can be my second option. Jakarta isn't a best place to see a clear blue sky beyond 7AM, but before that, it could pays off a little bit of your disappointment. Especially when I saw it from the rooftop of my university, it cured everything. Really.

I remembered how my dad used to rant to buy a red Vespa years back, but he never bought it. He said he wanted to recall his youth by buying one of them. He never did until now, and I couldn't never been happier over that. Yet, the colour isn't red and wheelchair is the only ride he could ride in. He chooses a right colour even though not what he wanted to have, but blue is the right colour as an expression of himself. He never drown into disappointment, yet he trusted me to ride and keep his Vespa for him. And blue isn't the colour of betrayal.

Dreams and memory are symbolised by the vivid colour of blue. And blue always stand out more in my mind than any other colour. If we just met, I suggest you to wear blue, I can guarantee you will stick in memory as clear as the blue sky. Memory of blue doesn't go off easily, it gives me sense of security and trust that I can't even explain why. Just like my friend's jumper I always remembered, and what colour of shirt I wore on the last day of exam. As clear as that, I remember every single blue of people. Their blue clothes or their blue mind. So don't blame me if I keep on buying blue clothing every single time.

Sometimes I don't understand why I adored things that I can't express by words, like my adoration towards Van Gogh and his unexplainable mind. He is all the sadness, beauty and blue combined into a piece of artwork. An artwork that soaring the real feelings of a mankind; the rejection feeling and every heartbreaks he puts on into his art. But still painted beautifully in a charming and peaceful Van Gogh kind of way. You can see how he always painted blue or shades of blue into his artwork, they are heartbreakingly beautiful. You could feel his sadness in a glance on his paintings, or maybe I am the only one who do? Thus, somehow this makes me related to him and his artworks. As related as Blue Neighbourhood that inspired me to make a writing about blue.

And I started this year with blue,

The darkest one. This commonly happened at the end of June, but the storm never been hit me up so hard until January colour me blue. Because getting over and losing something always been blue, never been the others. Because it remains in your memory and starting over always leaves a spark of dusty blue in your head.

But no matter how blue the world and I would be,

The shady shadows I saw in the mirror is always be the blue one.

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, by Sasha Safarina

Saturnus, Neptunus, Pluto.

keping-keping retak berserakkan

ombak riak beriak mencaci angin berhembus pelan

karang-karang itu tumpul diterkam kapal

tak ada yang berani

tak ada yang melawan

diam semua diam kehabisan akal

jari jemari bergetar ragu meminta pertolongan

ombak riak beriak berdansa dengan badai

petir menyambar tangis menggelegar

nafas-nafas ramai tak berkata

Sengal tersengal terpenggal kepala-kepala itu tak berdaya

Olehnya yang menggenggam belati-belati karat tumpul menyayat

Menenggelamkan yang tak bersalah ke dunia bawah tanah

Berbesarlah kepala-kepala para penguasa

ramai menyerang bak ombak riak beriak

Jadi sebenarnya, kuasa itu untuk apa? Untuk siapa?

Mengapa ada?

Sasha yang masih pengen beli The Grand Design tapi belom sempet, 14 Januari 2017.

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In Puisi,

Kabar Buruk

Mulut-mulut naga berteriak api membelalak
Ia terbakar, geram menggerus jiwa nya yang lelah
Teriaknya hening, tawamu menggema
Lagi ia terjerat angin-angin menerpa

Mengapa hadir, mengapa pergi, mengapa bermain-main
Tidak tahu, ia sudah cukup bertanya tanpa tanya
Hening berhembus kencang memberi kabar pada alam semesta
Yang tidak memberi jawaban, yang hanya mengepung angin berita

Topeng-topeng transparan yang menggelikan
Puas menunjukkan kemunafikkan keegoisan
Mengapa hadir, mengapa pergi
Harus-harusnya tiada berjumpa

Mulut-mulut naga tetap membakar api membelalak
Tiada air mampu meredam, menunda
Habis sudah termakan mulut-mulut api naga
Meninggalkannya dijejak yang tetap tersisa

Sasha yang sedang di Yogyakarta (lagi) dan gak bisa tidur, 16 Desember 2016.

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