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The North - Utara

1/9/2019

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In the beginning,
North is beautifully irreplaceable
North shines as a direction
North gives many lessons
North is where I want to be

I go to the North
Expanding my horizons
Seeing the world without borders
Adding notes to my almost-full journal

But suddenly,
North swallows her figure that warms the world
North makes her uncontrollable
As if it poisons her mind
the North that I always avoid

I go to the North
But it is not the same North anymore
The coast I know is no more
The roar of the sea I hear no more

Then,
North, this time it is not the far one
North, that unfamiliar is
North, that full of differences but has little in common
but this time it is reassuring

You go to the South
Towards the dark sky with such gentle sun
Towards the cold air in the pine forest
Walking defiantly, meeting the unfamiliar South

In the end,
North, again, expands my horizons
North gives a lot of surprises
North shows the good and bad
North: a berth and a tether
which is so complicated; makes the attachment even stronger

We go to the North
Towards the fish market
Towards the rotting ships
Sinking in a submarine
Drowning in love

His love can never be interpreted
Intoxicating His guardless creature
Evokes sad and anger
Evokes happiness and enlightenment
Without involving dairy cows
Together we were flushed

We go to the North
To face happiness and hard times
To confront the differences that barred me
That alienates me from those who are foreign to me

Despite everything, still
I go to the North
Because the North is our dream
The one to be achieved
And to be kept even though it's painful

Awalnya,
Utara memang indah tak tergantikan
Utara bersinar sebagai penunjuk arah
Utara memberi banyak pelajaran
Utara, tempat di mana aku ingin berada

Pergilah aku ke utara
Melebarkan cakrawalaku
Melihat dunia tanpa batas
Menambah goresan di buku catatan
yang terisi semakin penuh

Lalu,
Utara menelan sosoknya
yang lama menghangatkan duniaku
Utara membuatnya kehilangan kendali
Utara meracuni pikiran-pikirannya
Utara, sejak itu lama kuhindari

Pergilah aku ke utara
Bukan lagi utara yang sama
Tidak ada lagi pesisir
Tidak ada lagi deru ombak

Kemudian,
Utara yang kali ini tak jauh bertiup:
Utara yang asing
Utara yang penuh perbedaan, dengan sedikit kesamaan
Utara kali ini
kembali menenangkan hati

Pergilah kau ke selatan
Menuju gelapnya langit dengan matahari yang lembut
Menuju dinginnya hutan pinus
Berjalan menantang diri, bertemu selatan yang asing

Akhirnya,
Utara kembali memperluas cakrawalaku
Utara memberi banyak kejutan
Utara menunjukan baik dan buruknya semesta
Utara, tempat berlabuh dan bertambat,
dengan jalinan yang rumit,
yang membuat ikatannya kuat

Pergilah kita ke utara
Menuju pasar-pasar ikan
Menuju kapal-kapal lapuk
Tenggelam bersama kapal-kapal selam
Tenggelam dalam cita

Amor darinya tak tertafsirkan
Memabukkan insan-insan yang lengah
Berujung kesedihan, kemarahan
Tetapi juga: kebahagiaan, pencerahan
Tanpa melibatkan sapi perah
Bersama kami memerah

Pergilah aku ke utara
Untuk menghadapi senang dan susah
Membentur tembok-tembok perbedaan
Mengasingkanku dari mereka: sang asing

Meski begitu nyatanya, tetap
Pergilah aku ke utara
Karena utara adalah mimpi kita
Yang mesti diraih
Dan dijaga meski perih
The original version of this poetry is in Indonesian
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Plucky

1/7/2019

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In extreme situations...
How does the will to survive manifest itself?
The persistent will to fight one's limit?
The unwavering belief that God doesn't present insurmountable trials?
The conviction from love for your friends and family?

For me...
None of them.
Up until today,
my will to survive is
Realism.

I know this world is not something that can be controlled.
Death, like the roll of a die,
is just a providence that may befall anyone at any moment.
In front of an impregnable wave, humans are absolutely powerless.
Lessons from my time among nature:
Reality should be taken in instinctively at every moment.
Constantly and calmly accessing, steadily adapting.
By following these guidelines,
I have been able to survive in the world.
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Solitude

1/7/2019

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On the mountain
there is no illusions.
On the mountain
the things you see,
the things you touch,
all things you feel,
are things I take in,
just as they are.
The mountain is the only place
that monster can't reach.
I would never lie to the mountain.

The world I lived in
was entrapped
by a giant invisible monster.
The one who stick out
are rejected.
It's unforgivable.
In the world I lived in,
the giant invisible monster
took from me the only one
who accepted who I was.

An irreplaceable thing...
The most important thing...
Hope...
Despite losing it all...
I am still struggling with
the need to continue
moving forward
But...
Still...
After all...
It's a sad thing to be alone.
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