Dalam Sunyi

Kunikmati lagumu
Dalam sunyi
Dalam bisik sayup
Yang dikatakan angin
Kepada dedaunan
Yang membuatnya
Gontai berjatuhan

Kunikmati nadamu
Dalam sunyi
Dalam petik gitar
Merambatkan gelombang
Berpadu huru hara
Langkah kaki

Kunikmati puisimu
Dalam sunyi
Dalam desir nadi
Yang teraliri
Detak-detak kehidupan
Yang membuatku tuli

Kunikmati kamu
Dalam sunyi
Saat bumi berputar
Dalam sunyi
Saat bintang berpendar
Dalam sunyi
Saat semesta berdoa
Dalam sunyi

 

Dessy Farhany

What Do You See?

I see a prisoner

I see a sinner

Trapped under a frozen lake

 

I see bottomlessness

Of dark

Unsolved maze

 

When waves crashing down her feet

I see her sitting by the sand and drown

Drenched in saltwater

 

I see tears

Reflected by the sunlight

By the window pane

 

‘What do you see?’ She asked.

I see beautiful little sad eyes

So beautiful it makes me cry

 

Dessy Farhany

Growing Old

What’s hidden beneath that wrinkly façade?
The long hand of time, wrap around you so tight,
Hiding everything that once stood on your surface.
Most of it covered, unrecovered.
Pose a riddle to be deciphered.
It spins so fast in each blink you lose.
It’s not worth fighting.
The more you detach it you bruise.

I have befriended it, my child.
I am him and he is me.
Inseparable. Unthinkable that,
He is the one to put me to rest.
The touch so warm it caresses my arching back,
Caresses my tired limbs,
My sore feet.
Bit by bit he’ll delude me
Until I decay and rot deep.
Then he’ll leave me to sleep. Continue reading “Growing Old”

Colors

I’ll be the purple in your green
When some people get so obscene

I’ll be the red in your gray
Just jump on bed and yell ‘hooray!’

I’ll be the orange in your brown
Well, it doesn’t rhyme, but don’t frown

Cause I’ll be the blue in your yellow
And stay beside you when you’re mellow

Just like the black in your white
I got your back and you got mine

Dessy Farhany

Negeri di Atas Awan

It’s a recycled poem that I wrote in 2012.

Mereka bilang ada negri diatas awan.
Tempat para bidadari terbang
dengan selendangnya  berkibar.
Mengibas warna menghambur rona.
Memesona perjaka muda
yang hatinya dilanda duka
kala rindu menggoda.

Sang surya lelah mengantuk
tergelincir, terduduk, jatuh dari ufuk.
Sambil membungkuk memungut pendar
hingga nanti lama-lama pudar.

Terkikik, sang angin datang.
Menghibur anak-anak riang,
berlari kencang
mengejar layang-layang
yang selalu ditiupnya. Terbang.

Dengan benang merah muda
sang putri merenda senja.
Untuk siapa?

Diikuti rembulan yang mampir berkaca
pada telaga jernih.
Tempat rusa menyeruput letih
airnya, yang menyuburkan benih
para dedalu yang selalu terisak sedih.

Mengerling genit
pada bintang-bintang yang bersembunyi,
hingga berserakan di langit
yang tak lagi sepi.
Menyampaikan pesan kepada malam,
temani ia yang sedang sendiri

 

Dessy Farhany

Maybe


Maybe
This is how it feels like
Walking on thin ice
Can’t pace too fast
Can’t step too hard
Can’t stop too long
Cannot fall cannot slip cannot lose balance
Cannot want to get there
Cannot want to run there
Cannot go forward can’t go back
Cannot fight the sickening urge to flight
Cause you’ll hear cracks that you just can’t bear
Crack, and all are replayed in your head
Crack, crack, splash, crack
Cannot cry
Cannot scream
Cannot breathe
Cannot blink
Cannot whisper for help
Cannot give up
Cause it’ll crack and
You’ll end up drowned
Frozen
Dead

– Dessy Farhany

Tangga Melodi

“ting, ting, ting, ting.”
Denting piano membawaku ke tangga itu.

Aku menapaki undakan anak tangga
satu per satu.
Tidak tahu dimana ujungnya

Semakin tinggi,
angin bermain dengan rambutku,
meniupi kain bajuku.
Kuhela napasku dalam.
Aromanya terasa manis,
kedai gulali di pasar malam.

Hingga kupejamkan mata
dan kudengar gaduh kepak sayap,
cuit dan koak.
Begitu ramai.
Begitu riuh.
Begitu riang.
Kuingin terbang bersama kawanan.

Continue reading “Tangga Melodi”