The Burning

Slipping the tasteless green tea by the charred pineapple field,
Vivid memories return when he saw a kite flies high in the cloudless sky.

Seeing a boy riding the bike with a gal behind holding a petite umbrella,
His weak boney hands open a keychain watch that contain portray of a girl.

Reminded by the flickering light from the rusty old kerosene lamp,
Heart of his begins to take comfort under the unhurried setting sun.

The poem depicts an old age farmer whose pineapple field completely destroyed by the forest fire and loses his only love after his wife had passed away not long ago. This sad story takes place in Rimbo Panjang, Riau province, Indonesia where unethical forest clearing is very real.

Another great work of KK based on 10 words that he has given to me before, he decided to make his own based on that :)
#10WordsWar

Kenapa?

Kenapa?
Apakah sang roman sudah kehabisan majas untuk melukis kerisauan yg lain? 😂.
Yah karna mmg harus ada ketegasan..
dimana halalkan atau tinggalkan sudah tak bisa dtawar lagi, ternyata hati ini ga bisa dan ga mau terus dkelabui..

ketika berteman hanya jadi alasan agar tak merasa khilangan.
yah ini mungkin yg bisa ngebantu menenangkan sang hati..

dzat yang seharusnya paling mudah terbolak balik.
Semoga kali ini lebih istiqomah 🙏

Sepenggal pengingat dan pembebat hati yang tersayat
Dari sesama murid di sekolah kehidupan ini..

"Kenapa?'' 
Tak ujung menemukan 'karena'nya.. 

Kita

Kita seperti Gunting
Yang membelah tiap kali kedua bilahnya menyatu
Saling membuka luka tanpa sengaja

Kita seperti Majalah
Yang usang saat hari-hari indah berita cinta menghilang
Membuang tumpukan lembaran kenangan yang menua

Kita seperti Sepeda
Yang berlalu terlalu cepat
Seolah kita mengayuh melampaui dunia orang mati

Kita seperti Bintang
Yang senang berenang di lautan gelap
Namun berubah tenggelam kala terang datang

Kini dia pergi,
menanggalkan 'kita' menjadi 'aku'
meninggalkan tanya yang tak terjawab..
"Akankah kau berbalik kembali untuk menemukan 'kita' sekali lagi?"


Teristimewa untuk menjawab tantangan dari kakak tercintah yang tiada duanya, +Leyda Ekaputri (IG : leydaekaputri), yang ikut menyemarakan turnamen 'kecil' ini,
Makasi atas sumbangan 10 katanya yang luar biasa sederhana namun sulitt ternyata haha
Please enjoy! :)
#10WordsWar

The uninvited Invitation

Phone’s calendar screaming the unforgettable anniversary date
Rustic bronze key opening the heartless frozen glass door
Teary eyes staring at the faded yellowish photo on the icy wall
Recalling the shoes he wore
Recalling the bag he carried
Recalling the book he read
Sound of the wind gently stroking the leafs on the trees
The tree which he sow when I was a toddler

The poem depicts the author’s deepest memory of his father and their old house which they used to share moment together


Thanks KK for sharing this well made poem from only 10 words that i've provided and participate in this 'mini tournament' made up out of the blue by me :P
#10WordsWar

The Lamp

Today i got magic oil for magic Lamp
It lights up the deepest part of our life
It can bring back memories to live,
The ugly and the beauty ones

When the Sky is dark
When the hour hands of the Watch clasped together
When the Sun falls asleep
The Lamp will shine bright, inviting the firefly of memories to come and play around in my mind..

The clatter of Key chain when u opened the door house
- also opened up the casket of my heart
Reminds me of the sound of your footsteps when you're leaving

The aroma of your favorite Green tea latte lunged into my nostril
Reminds me of your perfume that always been my favorite aroma,
Drug to cure my addiction of yearning

Your warm hugs always been my favorite home
It's like umbrella that keep me from wetness yet let me enjoy the melodies of rain

We're riding on your bike talk about all your destination of dreams
But now we arrived in this intersection, we already chose our own way
Nothing wrong in it, yours and mine are the best for us..

The Lamps still shining, it's yellow
Like a fresh Pineapple
I can fly high, like a Kite on the hand of spirited boy
-Thinking he is the best pilot to travel through the clouds of dreams and hope

You know i still love you,
We can't stop loving someone.. but still we can learn to live without them..

Do you wanna have magic oil too?
I called it oil of gratitude..
The willingness to let go, let God do the rest after our best failed..

And we still can fly high and low, keep the lamp shining through darkness
With our own wings, our own oil..
Always...


So i also get 10 words challenge, i have to made some writing using the 10 words that already given (the bold ones) by my best buddy, KK.
Thanks for participating in this mini Words War! Keep shining through your writing too hehehe :P
#10WordsWar

#moveon

Nampaknya aku tahu karir yang pas buatku
Konsultan Cinta!
Khusus untuk kau yang mendamba cinta
Yang menghamba asa

Tiap sesi konsultasi, akan kuberi kaudosis cinta sebanyak-banyaknya
agar kau memahfumi indahnya dunia
agar kau enggan untuk berkelana
agar kau lupa untuk merana

Tapi semua itu ternyata tak bertahan lama
Setitik keraguan menghapuskan segalanya
Bak air bah yg melenyapkan seisi dunia
 Akhirnya kau akan kembali terjaga

Menyadari bahwa bukan aku yg kau butuhkan
Bahwa sesungguhnya yang terbaik sudah kau punya
Menyadari bahwa yang kau butuhkan hanyalah kembali
Kembali pada dia yang telah kau tinggalkan..
Hanya untuk menyesap madu yang telah menjadi pahit

Ya, mungkin aku yang terbaik untuk mengingatkan kau
Cinta tak selalu indah.. tak selalu nyaman.. tak selalu bahagia..
Cinta itu adalah... sebuah "walaupun" setelah "karena"
Bukan "andai" namun "senantiasa"..

Kini kau bersiap pergi, bertualang demi ilmu mencintai
tanpa peduli bahwa tiap dosis cintaku itu adalah ekstrak hatiku sendiri
Kini aku bersiap mati, gentayangan demi hati yg diperbaharui
Agar aku kembali dapat mengekstrak hati

Sambil berdoa, semoga kali ini kau kembali dan tak pergi lagi..

Kawan Lama

Kadang kala aku melakukan hal tolol
Yang setelah usai menyebabkan dongkol
Yang menimbulkan sesal dan kesal
Yang ditepis pun tak ayal

Aku bertanya-tanya dalam hati
Sesalkah dirasa pelacur usai tertunai hajatnya?
Sesalkah dirasa pasangannya usai birahi terpenuhi?
Sesalkah kedua sejoli mesum usai menggulum manisnya kepuasan fana?

Sesal selalu setia pada sebuah akhir
Tapi aku membenci akhir
Dia tidak memulai, dia tidak menjalani
Hanya berakhir. Mati.

Tapi aku nampaknya tak bisa membenci sesal,
Sebab sesal selalu menemaniku menanti sebuah akhir
Tanpa pernah bertanya perlukah kembali ke awal
Sebab sesal selalu setia kembali kepada sebuah akhir

Ketololan terbesarku adalah berkawan dengan sesal
Sesak dan sedih tiap ia berjumpa dengan akhir yang kubenci sudah jadi canduku
Candu cinta tololku

Jadi,
Apa kau pun kawan dari sesal?

(Tercipta dari insomnia efek hati yang terlalu banyak berasumsi)

Kata

ternyata kata punya warna
kala ia tercipta karena cinta

ternyata kata punya bentuk
kala ia tertangkup dalam peluk

ternyata kata punya suara
kala ia terjerat jerit lara

ternyata aku pun jatuh cinta
pada Sang Kata

Fake

I am the Child of Sorrow
Born from Mistress of Darkness
Baron of Death has been always called as 'vater' by me..

I thought i've seen enough screams, through tearful eyes
I thought i've heard enough pain, through silent mouth
I thought i've feel enough torment, through wounded and numb skin

Can you imagine that?
If all of that is nothing more than lies that i keep telling to myself
The one who is hurting, has always been me..
No one ever played with sadness as good as me

Now, standing in front of me
The true Son of Sorrow..
I wasn't born in Death and Darkness, i'm just being adopted

Now, i know
The true form of sorrow
I feel ashamed and guilty, as i am just a fake
I'm confused, should i feel relieved or disappointed?
As the truth is revealing

Now, i can feel again, pity...
That epithet really an arduous one to bear
I'm just hoping there'll be someone who removed that cursed epithet from you, and your entire descendants.. really..

Just you and i are enough
No need another name on the victim list
Even we still learning to heal..