My Home

My home is made of poetry

So translucent and transparent

I ran away from the big mansion

I lost and led astray

In the twilight I pitched a tent

In the morning disappear it went

My home is made of poetry

The place I wed and breed

It's gonna be long I guess, but it'll come

I'm no longer craving for the dusk

Let the sweet words go scattered

When longing for the one

(Translation by Affiq from the poem Rumahku by Chairil Anwar)

Me

When my time has come

I want no one to cry

Not even you

No need for the weep and tears

I am but a wild animal

Driven out of the herd

Let bullets pierce my skin

I'll fight 'till I win

Wounds and poisons I take a flee

A flee

'Till I let pass pain and misery

And I won't give a damn tear

I want to live a thousand more years

(Translation by Affiq from the poem Aku by Chairil Anwar. )

Acold

I ask questions

On life and expectation

And why I befriend

Fear and anticipation

I went to the forest

I look for the mountains

I ask to the lord

Can I put on behold?

And on the night I came

For the cure of the pain

I hummed to the hymn

Of the birds and the rain

Should I resign

Like a defeated soldier

on a bloody battlefield?

Or should I insist

Like a spider

on a windy foothill?

I sat in the night

In the least of possible light

I found myself acold

And a self-tormented soul