JAM MAKAN MALAM DI PARIS

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apa yang terjadi pada hatiku
ada yang jatuh, ada yang menguncup
kata-kata telah dirampas dari hujan
hujan tak mencuci apa pun dari pikiran

bayanganmu memasuki darahku
bagai paku karatan; gagal semua ketahanan
penderitaan adalah cinta tak terlatih
anak kecil yang sia-sia mencari dalih

aku tak bisa lagi berlari
dari tempat yang tak berwaktu
bait-baitmu tak menyerupai sama sekali
dunia yang kauhancurkan meski ada aku

ibu yang sendirian, keyakinan yang dikucilkan
kesunyian yang tak rusak lewat pertemanan
kuseret ke mana rinduku yang melepuh
akan meja makan atau rahasia menjadi utuh

sepanjang kekejaman malam
kukhianati diriku, paris dan penyakit lainnya
tapi masih saja hatiku bersetia
pada semua yang tak menyembunyikan apa-apa

paris, februari 2026

WHAT HAPPENS TONIGHT

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i cannot write about tonight
my words can’t describe the rain
like other poets have done in their rights
it simply soaks my ground in his absence

i cannot write about tonight
my mind can’t remember his face
the way my body craves his scent
and honesty in some of his kisses

where does love go when it can’t stay
to the past where all my pain rests
to the future where no dream awaits
does it simply break apart in our own ways

men and women pass me by
oblivious to their own umbrella
i apologise each time they hit my eye
for my existence seems to be an error

i cannot write about tonight
while his shadow is on the run
i cannot right the wrong it’s done
to the light, to my solitary heart

d.o.
london, january 2026

APA YANG TERJADI MALAM INI

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aku tak bisa menulis tentang malam ini
kata-kataku tak bisa menggambarkan hujan
seperti para penyair lain dalam kebenaran
ia cuma menguyupi tanahku tanpanya di sini

aku tak bisa menulis tentang malam ini
pikiranku tak bisa mengingat wajahnya
seperti tubuhku mengharapkan wangi
dan kejujuran dalam beberapa ciumannya

ke mana cinta pergi kalau tak bisa tinggal
ke masa lalu tempat dukaku istirah
ke masa depan tempan mimpi tak menanti
atau hancur saja dengan cara sendiri-sendiri

laki-laki dan perempuan melintasiku
tanpa memperhatikan payung di tangan
aku minta maaf tiap kali tertusuk mataku
sebab keberadaanku sepertinya kesalahan

aku tak bisa menulis tentang malam ini
sedang bayangannya dalam pelarian
tak bisa kuperbaiki salah yang dilakukan
pada terang, pada hatiku yang sendiri

d.o.
london, january 2026

SOBBING MERRIMENT

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–jh

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where does tonight carry the seine
when the rain’s left, and sorrow’s no longer right
two pairs of shoes, one of them wet from the ground
taking their time finding the bridge

one by one lovers turned into loners
returned to where they belong –
in the prayers of hungry artists
far from the ghosts of my gentleness
stuttered in declaring their objections

where does the seine carry tonight
before the tower’s lights turned out
and all faith quietly drowned
like dust penetrating the surface
not lost, yet may no longer be found

there is no line i could denounce
about the god that’s closer than my neck vein
when my silence steamed up your glasses
— taking them off i hide from the sobbing merriment

london-sherborne, october 2024

KEGEMBIRAAN SESENGGUKAN

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–jh

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ke mana malam ini membawa sungai seine
setelah hujan pergi, dan kesedihan tak benar lagi
dua pasang sepatu, yang satu basah karena hujan
mengambil waktu mencari jembatan

satu per satu, kekasih menjelma orang kesepian
kembali ke tempat mereka berada –
dalam doa seniman lapar
jauh dari hantu kelembutanku
gagu dalam menyatakan keberatan

ke mana sungai seine membawa malam ini
sebelum lampu menara dimatikan
dan semua kepercayaan diam-diam tenggelam
seperti debu yang menembus permukaan
tak hilang, namun tak lagi tertemukan

tak ada kalimat yang bisa kubatalkan
tentang tuhan yang lebih dekat dari urat leherku
ketika diamku menguap di kacamatamu
– menanggalkannya, kusembunyi dari kegembiraan sesenggukan

london – sherborne, oktober 2024

YOU DO NOT SEE ME

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you do not see me
a little girl from un unknown town
thrown away from sea to sea
and wet your bed with her dreams
 
you do not see me
a beautiful curse
spat out of my mother’s tongue
and the fire in my father’s hands
 
you do not see me
a mistaken lover
wandering through a harsh winter in her head
leaving you forever guilty
 
you do not see me
a shivering mother
crushing the train’s wheels
crumpling her heart in a plastic bag
 
you do not see me
a hungry pigeon
strutting away from its crowd
into the dust, into the dust
 
you do not see me
until you see the last light over saint-séverin
and gulp the parisian rain
with joy, with joy
 
 
paris, 15 september 2016

THE LOST FERRY OF CHILDHOOD

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from gentle and merciless light
darkness will take you back
you’ve forgotten how comforting
home can be when everybody’s left

love can be so threatening, you know
that’s why we keep it in our heart
and not hold it in our hands

must you go on that ship
just to prove you couldn’t swim?
a bag of tomorrow’s lunch
and lifetime supplies of sadness

the horn was blowing
there was never another shore
you close your eyes
though there’s no shame in losing

dorset, october 2015

UNLOVE

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When I’m hurt, my typical initial reaction would be to call a friend avoid people. I would even leave my habitat and start over, meeting new people until I’m hurt again. There is a reason for this, at least. There is something about pain that makes you crave it. You see, for me, like love, pain is a life gift. You get hurt, you want to feel the pain, to celebrate it. Sometimes you do it by hurting yourself. But, unlike love, pain is not a limited substance – it grows. Sometimes it’s not enough to hurt yourself, you hurt others because you cannot contain the over-growing pain within yourself. I seemed to understand this mechanism hence I kept running away. Continue reading →

PLATH: THIS IS NOT I 

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SONY DSCSeven years ago, I was invited to perform my poetry in Jakarta on one of the two nights of a literary event.

I just finished, at that time, a poetry performance project with some young musician and artist friends and had successfully performed in two cities. However, the committee of the event in Jakarta wanted me to perform alone, just me and my poetry, or in the man-in-charge’s own words: “could you just come without your boyfriend?” He sounded bitter, and he was wrong – my then boyfriend had nothing to do with art except that of making me cry. Love, love, love… Continue reading →