Sajak Starbucks Setiabudi Kuningan

SAJAK STARBUCKS SETIABUDI KUNINGAN

Aroma kopi starbucks memanggil-manggil
Tapi dengan loyo, seperti kental kopinya juga
Dasi, rok rapi, bersih sejuk suasana tanpa ganjil.
Tiada sandal jepit, wajah capek peminum, itu gampang diduga
Berlindung dari alam bising pindah ke alam plastik asing.

New Review of “Unfinished Nation: Indonesia before and after Suharto”.

Unfinished Nation: Indonesia Before and After Suharto

Reviewed by  Ed Walsh of Irish Socialist Network – Published: May 20th, 2010 Click HERE for Review.

Poem: Swept Clean Yard

Under the green canopy, dark, brown, damp, void of grass
Yard to the little house, walls of woven bamboo, walls which will never last
Swept to a cleanliness where not a single fallen leaf survives,
Tidiness creates space in the midst of scarcity, so from tiredness the villager revives.

Grey blackish here and there shiny cement floor, and if not, more swept dirt,
A faded photograph of a smiling wedding couple with aesthetics does flirt,
Two rats chase above in the bamboo workings of the ceilingless roof,
The man rocks in his bamboo chair, from the simplicity of his surrounds aloof.

Two grandchildren enjoy the coolness of the blotchy cement
The aroma of tea wafts from the kitchen, one child inside with the drinks is sent
A greyed brown table, three chairs await rice and eggs, and the people who will eat
The man looks out into the village dark, black, bending to rub his worn out feet.

“Bismillah”, whisper man and wife, before fingers turn to spoon and fork
Simple food alivened by ground chilli, garlic and lime, smiles and talk,
Food to be grown for millions demands more tasks for back and legs and eyes and brain,
Bamboo walls, swept clean yard, plain table, such is the pay for the farmers’ pain and strain.

Poem: Walk to the mosque, 1969

Sharp, fragile bones under the coarse soft skin
I help him along, this grandfather so thin
Along a narrow, dusty asphalt lane dark houses on both sides
We stop at the place where his heart fully, truly resides.

His steps are slow and shuffling, but never does he falter
Black bruises on his forehead declaring no power his faith will alter
Dressed neat in white, perfume protecting him from the stink of heat and men
“You will meet your friends in heaven, perfect happiness will envelope you then.”

He leaves the lane and into the mosque grounds unaided he walks
To surrender in bliss on cool tiles while sin his soul no longer stalks
Great faith in the right path, he tells me as his prayers fly upward
“No matter: good character, good deeds, tis this does Allah reward.”

Sajak mbah kakung dari kauman

Mbah Kakung dari kauman

Tulangnya terasa keras dibawah kulitnya yg kasar lunak
Dibopong menuju mesjid lewat gang sempit asfal berdebu
“Mau ketemu semua temannya nanti di sorga, kan, ‘nak”?
Memar hitam di jidutnya umumkan imannya yang menggebu.

Langkah-langkahnya lamban tidak pasti tapi tak mengalah
Hidung tua peka sangat dilindungi parfum tebal
“Ikut ke sorga nanti dengan orang muslim, sebaiknya jangan salah”.
Lewat rumah-rumah berjendela tutup, hatinya terbuka, dari seram kebal.

Di gerbang halaman mesjid dia berangkat tanpa disandang
Menuju tempat dimana hatinya akan tinggi melayang
“Taka apa juga,” bibirnya bergerak lamban
“Berahlak baik, berbuat baik, orang muslich juga oleh Allah disayang.”

Sajak Tebet

Pulang malam, gang sepi, seekor tikus nyeberang jalan lari dengan gemuknya. Lampu luar nyala. Lampu kamar depan juga. Udaranya segar enak habis hujan. Nggak mau ketuk pintu, pakai aja kunci. Sepi di dalam. TV nyala tapi suaranya tidak keras. Ruang tengah gelap. Bunyi keyboard kedengaran dari ruang di belakang, di samping dapur. Ada aroma enak kopi. Yang ketik nyambut orang pulang. Saling senyum. (Definisi rindu.)

Sajak rindu saat tidak serius

MEMORI LIDAH YANG KANGEN

Nasi Kerawang
Uap harum mengawang
Nasi Rajawali
Kepingin makan berkali-kali

Kuning menyungai lekat ke piring
Telor mata sapi diatas nasi goreng
Sambal terasi pendamping emping
Tambah kopi tubruk harus minum bareng-bareng.

Bandung
Sambal segar dari oeloek dimakan berlahapan
Bandung
Dipendam dengan lalapan.

Gulai tak pedas tapi mengikat lezat
Kambing santan cabe ke perut harus lidah berlalu
Dengan acar ketimun habis dengan pesat
Teh sari wangi sebagai penutup selalu.

Ada yang bikin selera terus menumpuk
manis gurih, pedas – tapi tak sanget sekali
daging empuk, kulit tipis digigit berbunyi seperti krupuk
Ingin tahu yang mana ya? Tanyakan aja orang Bali.

Hitam kental pedas merangsang
Daging santan gurih berasal Padang
Aroma harum lolos dari bungkusan daun pisang
Lidah digoda-goda puas kenyang.

Buah-buah berasa indah
Bisa bikin orang Aussie pindah
Durian rambutan manggis dukuh
Sanggup deh pindah suku.