Category Archives: My Poetry

Mimpi Indah: Sebuah Perenungan Syair “Sebenarnya Cinta” karya Letto

 

Letto mengawali syairnya:
Satu detik lalu
Dua hati terbang tinggi
Lihat indahnya dunia
Membuat hati terbawa

Lebih enak hidup dalam mimpi, memang. Semua diciptakan olehku, seindah mata dan seindah rasa, tanpa kenal realita. Tanpa ingat apa kebenaran, hingga hati pun terbawa jauh.

Firman Allah:
أَلۡهَٮٰكُمُ ٱلتَّكَاثُرُ
(Perlomba-lombaan dalam keduniawian telah melalaikan kamu [QS 102:1])

 
Letto lanjut bersyair:
Dan bawa ku kesana
Dunia fatamorgana
Termanja-manja oleh, rasa
Dan ku terbawa terbang tinggi oleh suasana

Hidup yang hambar tersiksa, diisi hanya dengan ketidaksabaran untuk kembali pada mimpi.

Oh, andaikan bisa kutukar yang nyata dan mimpi itu! Kutukar melalui sosial media, harta, pergaulan, atau bahkan lamunan jelang tidur. Kutukar!

Karena ketika aku terbangun dengan sebenar-benarnya bangun, ia akan menanyakan padaku:
من ربّك?
(Siapa Rabb-Mu?)

 
Letto bersyair lagi:
Dan bangunkanlah aku
Dari mimpi-mimpi ku
Sesaat ku di sudut maya
Dan tersingkir dari dunia nyata

Apakah aku akan ada di antara mereka yang berkata:
يَـٰلَيۡتَنَا نُرَدُّ وَلَا نُكَذِّبَ بِـَٔايَـٰتِ رَبِّنَا وَنَكُونَ مِنَ ٱلۡمُؤۡمِنِينَ
(Kiranya kami dikembalikan [ke dunia] dan tidak mendustakan ayat-ayat Tuhan kami, serta menjadi orang-orang yang beriman [QS 6:27)

padahal saat itu tidak ada lagi mimpi tempatku untuk berlari?

Ternyata aku telah terlalaikan..
 حَتَّىٰ زُرۡتُمُ ٱلۡمَقَابِرَ
(Hingga sampai ke liang kubur [QS 102:2])

 
Letto pun bersyair lagi:
Dan bangunkanlah aku
Dari, buta mata ku
Jangan pernah lepaskan aku
Untuk tenggelam di dalam mimpi ku

Happy Birthday ^_^ (Renungan Surah An-Nasr)

Assalaamu’alaykum warahmatullaahi wabarakaatuh,

 

Mungkin Fathul Makkah (pembebasan Mekkah oleh Rasulullah s.a.w.) yang terbayang saat membaca Firman Allah Ta’ala:

إِذَا جَآءَ نَصۡرُ ٱللَّهِ وَٱلۡفَتۡحُ

Apabila telah datang pertolongan Allah dan kemenangan.” (Surah An-Nasr ayat 1)

Apalagi saat berlanjut dengan ayat berikutnya:

وَرَأَيۡتَ ٱلنَّاسَ يَدۡخُلُونَ فِى دِينِ ٱللَّهِ أَفۡوَاجً۬ا

Dan kamu lihat manusia masuk agama Allah dengan berbondong-bondong,” (Surah An-Nasr ayat 2)

Memang, tafsir Jalalayn menyebutkan bahwa Surah ini menggambarkan Fathul Makkah.

MashaaAllaah, betapa indah rasanya membayangkan seluruh Jazirah Arab berbondong-bondong masuk Islam. Tahukah anda betapa gemetarnya rasa haru dalam hati saya pada tahun 2013 saat saya membaca ada 5-10 ribu orang masuk Islam setiap tahunnya di United Kingdom, dan bahwa saya akan berangkat ke sana untuk studi? Demi Allah, saya lebih antusias bertemu dengan kawan-kawan yang belum lama mendapatkan hidayah Islam daripada antusias kuliah.

Tapi kemudian ada sesuatu yang agak mengganjal. Surah tersebut diakhiri begini:

فَسَبِّحۡ بِحَمۡدِ رَبِّكَ وَٱسۡتَغۡفِرۡهُ‌ۚ إِنَّهُ ۥ ڪَانَ تَوَّابَۢا

maka bertasbihlah dengan memuji Tuhanmu dan mohonlah ampun kepada-Nya. Sesungguhnya Dia adalah Maha Penerima taubat.” (Surah An-Nasr ayat 3)

Ayat ini dimulai dengan فَ yang mengindikasikan bahwa selanjutnya adalah konsekuensi dari yang sebelumnya, atau dengan kata lain semacam “…karena itulah, maka…”. Ayat 1-2 memberikan penekanan yang besar sekali pada kemenangan. Oke, makanya bertasbihlah dengan memuji Rabb-mu, sebagaimana biasa kita lakukan jika amat bersyukur! Alhamdulillah!

…dan mohon ampun…? Lalu.. Allah Maha Penerima Taubat? Kok ini cara yang agak.. unik.. untuk mengakhiri perayaan indahnya suatu kemenangan?

Lalu saya baca Tafsir Al-Adzeem karya Imam Ismail ibn Kathir r.a. tentang Surah ini, dan saya terkejut dan merasa terpukul sekali.

Saat Umar ibn Al-Khattab r.a. menanyai para veteran perang Badr mengatakan bahwa إِذَا جَآءَ نَصۡرُ ٱللَّهِ وَٱلۡفَتۡحُ maksudnya adalah Fathul Makkah, dan perintah untuk bersyukur dan memohon ampunan pada Allah karena kemenangan tersebut. Sahabat Rasulullah s.a.w. yang dikenal paling memahami Al Qur’an yaitu Abdullah ibn ‘Abbas r.a. saat ditanya Umar r.a. “apakah kamu akan mengatakan hal yang sama?”, beliau menjawab “tidak”

Saat Umar r.a. bertanya lagi “lalu apa jawabanmu?”, ibn ‘Abbas r.a. menjawab: Allah mengabarkan bahwa hidup Rasulullah s.a.w. akan segera habis. (diriwayatkan dari Sahih al-Bukhari, Hadist No. 4970)

Bagi saya sekarang baru masuk akal semuanya.

Imam ibn Katheer r.a. lebih lanjut menceritakan bahwa ‘Aaisha r.a. meriwayatkan bahwa menjelang wafatnya (maksudnya wafatnya Rasulullah s.a.w.), Rasulullah s.a.w. sering membaca:

سُبْحَانَ اللَّهِ وَبِحَمْدِهِ أَسْتَغْفِرُ اللَّهَ وَأَتُوبُ إِلَيْهِ

Mahasuci Allah dan dengan memujiNya, saya memohon ampunan kepada Allah dan saya bertaubat kepadaNya” (Sahih al-Bukhari, Hadist No.4968, dan Sahih Muslim, Hadist No. 484)

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Saya jadi berfikir. Allah selalu memberi tanda bahwa kematian kita sudah dekat. Mungkin bukan berupa wahyu seperti halnya kepada Rasulullah s.a.w., melainkan dengan tanda-tanda lain. Di antaranya:

– dulu ditanya orang ‘gimana raportnya’, lalu ganti ditanya ‘kapan nikah’, dan sekarang mulai ditanya ‘kapan mantu?’

– dulu putih-putih yang di kepala cuma ketombe, sekarang putih-putih yang di kepala adalah uban

– dulu kulit semulus pantat bayi, lalu sekarang semulus pantat bayi (gorila), eh, kok keriput?

Atau, sebenarnya ada reminder yang paling ramai dan datang selalu setiap tahun selama kita masih hidup: ucapan selamat ulang tahun.

Mari kita kesampingkan dulu hukum ucapan selamat ulang tahun, karena intinya adalah bahwa ternyata orang beramai-ramai mengingatkan (secara tidak langsung, tentunya) bahwa kematian sudah dekat.

Bagaimanakah selayaknya sikap orang yang sudah tahu bahwa kematiannya akan datang, dan bisa jadi datangnya itu sangat cepat? Banyak orang yang takut mati, padahal maut pasti cepat atau lambat akan mendatangi kita, dan saat waktunya tiba ya akan tiba tanpa bisa kita berbuat apapun untuk mencegahnya. Allah berfirman:

أَيْنَمَا تَكُونُوا يُدْرِكُكُمُ الْمَوْتُ وَلَوْ كُنْتُمْ فِي بُرُوجٍ مُشَيَّدَةٍ

Di mana saja kamu berada, kematian akan mendapatkan kamu, kendatipun kamu di dalam benteng yang tinggi lagi kokoh.” (QS. An Nisa’: 78).

Apa sebutan kita untuk orang yang sudah tahu akan mengalami sebuah kejadian yang akan berdampak besar padanya, tapi dia tidak berbuat apapun? Itu namanya orang bodoh. Bagaimana sikap layaknya orang yang cerdas?

Saat ditanya oleh seorang Ansar tentang siapa Mukmin yang paling cerdas, Rasulullah s.a.w. menjawab:

أَكْثَرُهُمْ لِلْمَوْتِ ذِكْرًا وَأَحْسَنُهُمْ لِمَا بَعْدَهُ اسْتِعْدَادًا أُولَئِكَ الأَكْيَاسُ

Yang paling banyak mengingat kematian dan yang paling baik dalam mempersiapkan diri untuk alam berikutnya, itulah mereka yang paling cerdas” (Sunan ibn Majah, Hadist No. 4259, Shaykh Albani menghasankannya)

InshaaAllah tidak lama lagi akan ramai orang mengingatkan makin dekatnya kematian. Apakah saya siap menerima peringatan-peringatan tersebut? Apakah saya siap menghadapi apa yang diperingatkan tersebut?

 

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Kerap kusebut Kaulah Kekasihku

Kerap kusebut Kaulah Kecintaanku

Kenapa kutakut ketemu Kau?

Kenapa kutakut kematian kunjungiku?

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Abaikan abaiku, Allahku

Ampuni alpaku, Allahku

Abrasikan aibku, Allahku

Akui amalanku, Allahku

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Kumohon, Allahku

Kupinta, Allahku

Kirimlah kematian, ambillah aku

Ketika kudapat anugerah ampunanMu

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from pinterest.com

from pinterest.com

 

Temu Hatiku Hatimu

image from kaskus

image from kaskus

Temu Hatiku Hatimu

 

Menatap matamu yang elok aku terpana

Tersesat dalam seribu bintang sunyi

Tenggelam dalam keindahan yang illahi

Tanpa sadar aku tersenyum

Kian jauh aku trsesat tenggelam di sana

Ternyata kutemukan bayanganku sendiri

Padhal kata orang mata cerminan hati

Dan engkau pun tersenyum

Bunga………..

Suatu ungkapan sederhana

Aku yang sederhana

Cinta yang sederhana

Seperti api dan kayu

Orang hanya paham api memakan kayu

Padahal mereka menyatu menjadi abu

Tenggelam, larut, dan tersesat

Dalam kegelapan illahiyah

Dan di sanalah mereka bersama

Hanya berdua saja

Berdua saja

(2012)

Dark Grey: Part 1 – Disconnected

The waves of the moonlight has beamed over such a great distance, as it passes through the window and fell upon the empty wall. Still, it did not attract her. All she can see is darkness ahead of her. The dark of night absent the stars and moon, which are actually not absent, has engulfed her. Such thick blackness that repels light but showers upon her mind and heart, and saps through her eyes and drops as tears upon her face.

Seeing absent light is not unlike breathing absent air. It is not unlike feeling absent touch. The tear upon cheek has dried long ago, yet one could visibly see the marks of what used to be water and salt. If only anyone bothered to look.

But there was no light.

The skin which’s brightness and glory once used to compete against that moonlight, now resembles more the moon itself: dull, grey, and rough. One who understands would have known that moonlight is not from the moon. Absent the sun, the moon beams nothing. Such is true for her. She has lost her sun, and therefore her light as well.

When it all ended, all she could do is ask ‘why’ and ‘how’. But after the moon revolved around the earth a few times, and the earth revolved around the sun a few times, questions ceased as the universe responded them in a vacuum. Some realize too late that some have no rights to inquire.

For those who do, they also realize that ‘knowledge’ has always been elusive. The only thing we do ever know is that we don’t.

For example, nobody knew there was a tear on her cheek. Neither did she.

(….To be continued…)

Dark Grey: Part 1 – Disconnected

The waves of the moonlight has beamed over such a great distance, as it passes through the window and fell upon the empty wall. Still, it did not attract her. All she can see is darkness ahead of her. The dark of night absent the stars and moon, which are actually not absent, has engulfed her. Such thick blackness that repels light but showers upon her mind and heart, and saps through her eyes and drops as tears upon her face.

Seeing absent light is not unlike breathing absent air. It is not unlike feeling absent touch. The tear upon cheek has dried long ago, yet one could visibly see the marks of what used to be water and salt. If only anyone bothered to look.

But there was no light.

The skin which’s brightness and glory once used to compete against that moonlight, now resembles more the moon itself: dull, grey, and rough. One who understands would have known that moonlight is not from the moon. Absent the sun, the moon beams nothing. Such is true for her. She has lost her sun, and therefore her light as well.

When it all ended, all she could do is ask ‘why’ and ‘how’. But after the moon revolved around the earth a few times, and the earth revolved around the sun a few times, questions ceased as the universe responded them in a vacuum. Some realize too late that some have no rights to inquire.

For those who do, they also realize that ‘knowledge’ has always been elusive. The only thing we do ever know is that we don’t.

For example, nobody knew there was a tear on her cheek. Neither did she.

(….To be continued…)

Imaan, Deeds, and Love

1. Imaan is a state of heart, and has various shades depending on it’s strength.

2. Yes, it is imaan and not good deeds that will save us from hellfire

3. However, a man can’t claim to have imaan but not do good deeds

4. To do good deeds are evidences of the existence of imaan

5. The commissioning of bad deeds (sin) are acts due to lack of strength in imaan

6. The more good deeds are compared to the bad deeds, the more it is evident that the imaan is stronger.

7. The more bad deeds are compared to the good deeds, the more it is evident that the imaan is weaker.

8. The existence of bad deeds, no matter how much, does not always mean that imaan is absent.

9. But a certain extent of repetition, tendency, and magnitude of bad deeds, may be evidence of absence of imaan (or kufr)

10. Allah is the Most Forgiving and Accepting of repentance.

11. The key to seeking forgiveness and repentance is sincerity

12. An evidence of sincerity is effort (but not necessarily success) in reducing bad deeds and increasing good deeds

13. The same thing applies if “Imaan” is replaced by “love”

14. One without love is one without imaan

15. And Allah knows best

A Poem I wrote in 1999: Good Bye Mrs Djeniah

Assalaamu’alaykum everyone,

I dont recall when I actually started writing poems, but I know I did write them in Junior Highschool which I started in 1999. As of now, this may very well be among the earliest poems I wrote.

Bu Djeniah was my head master in SDNP Kompleks IKIP (Elementary School). She was a very strong lady from Aceh, knew me personally, and came into classes a lot to meet the students. Very firm in righteousness, tough in discipline, but very kind at heart.

Since she left the school (No she did not die yet), a number of headmasters came in. They were either incompetent or corrupt or both, all dismissed for those reasons. I don’t know what has become of it now.

I graduated from the school in 1999, and on that year also she left the school. I wrote this poem that year as well. Jazakillaahu khayran katheera for all the things you have taught me.

 

Good bye Mrs Djeniah

There I saw

In front of the troops

The troops of teachers

Stood an old lady

An old lady

That commanded the teacher army

To guard us

To protect us from stupidity

 

Yes she is an old lady

But without her

The teacher troops will stand

Just stand still

But now

That old lady is walking away

Away from the line

Line of the teacher army

Who is she?

She is Ibu Djeniah

My head teacher

The most powerful head teacher

Now, the teacher army is commanded

By someone else

Taken over by somebody else

But can never replace you

Farewel bu Djeniah 

(Jakarta, 1999)

PS: yes I misspelled a lot, the cuts between lines are very awkward at times, but this is exactly how I wrote it in 1999

PPS: Mrs Djeniah was old when I was there, and she seems to still be alive! I googled her, and turns out she wrote a book titled “Aceh dan Catatan Seorang Guru di Pedalaman”

Thalhah

As goes the story of Thalhah
With so much love to Aishah
A love forbidden by Allah
But he was guaranteed jannah

As goes the story of Thalhah
Married another woman for Allah
While his heart remained for Aishah
But he was steadfast for Allah

As goes the story of Thalhah
Stood by Aishah through fitnah
He fought against the khalifah
There he died, defending Aishah

As goes the story of Thalhah
With so much love for Aishah
A love preserved by Allah
And he was guaranteed jannah

(April, 2014)

The Examination: “I Cant Answer These Questions!” (inspired by Surah At-Takaathur)

Your sweat pours full of regret
You knew it will come to this
These questions are very familiar
But you have been distracted

These questions are very familiar
But you have been distracted
You had all the time to find the answers
It came across you many times

What is a few moments feels like an eternity
Then all your life came across you
All that you should have done
All that you should not have done

Many have reminded you to study
Many have reminded you to practice
These questions are very familiar
But you have been distracted

Just three questions:
“Who is your Lord?”
“What is your religion?”
“Who is your messenger”

These questions are very familiar
But you have been distracted

(April 2014)

Two Dark Poems

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I made these two poems around March… Enjoy!!! Or.. Despair!! Haha

 

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Poem 1: My End Because of Me

 

My eyes glare at the enemy glaring at me

My hand clutches tight against this threat to me

My fingers press hard the blade pointed towards me

My muscles tighten harder against the force greater than me

My efforts are vain as the sharp tip touches me

My armour failed first, it left a gap exposing me

My skin felt the cold tip of blade pressing towards me

My grasp tightens to push it away but again strength has failed me

My skin rips just the size of that blade tip as it enters me

My teeth clutches as surrender is not known to me

My precious blood drips as evidence that victory is fainter to me

My ribs also left gaps for the blade to pierce through me

My muscles muster what strength is left within me

My precious blood pours abundantly as evidence that victory has left me

My eyes glare at my enemy, but even sadness smiles dimly upon me

My regrets and hopes all swirl and dance before me

My lungs who knew nothing but air and blood now taste steel because of me

My time, my allies, and my life, have nothing but abandoned me

My mind then realizes, it was none other than I who has betrayed me

My enemy smiles, but it no longer matters to me

My stupidity, desires, and impatience, has brought all this to me

My heart who knew nothing but blood now taste steel because of me

My heart beat in retaliation, but everyone knows that won’t protect me

My fingers tingle as the blade enters my heart: the real ‘me’

My fingers, all of them, tingling in pain, no longer fighting for me

My precious blood flows ever abundantly, anxious to leave me

My mind and soul has never been a good host, oh! Stupid, stupid me!

My eyes thus close at this end, wondering “has my Lord abandoned me?”

My mind smiles in regret, as it was I who has left me

My mind smiles, as my lips are no longer with me

My soul smiles, as my mind is no longer with me

My Lord smiles, asking “why did you not ask for Me?”

My soul can only reply “oh, stupid and ungrateful me!”

(March 2014)

 

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Poem 2: Dark Tunnel

 

To fade away in the darkness of light

Amongst a trillion of faceless persons

Amongst a billion of nameless faces

Amongst a million of meaningless names

 

Unlike a gear in a system of mechanics

Alike a grain of sand in the deserts

Unlike a brick in the walls

Alike a drop of water in the oceans

 

Alike a speck of nothing in vast nothingness

 

Barely a flash, meanings start to disappear

The battle is yet to be over

But hope has never been fainter

The skies have never been darker

 

I witness my allies retreat one by one

Yet my enemies are amassed straight ahead

I wished to escape far far away

Yet I have nowhere and nobody to return to

 

I cannot blame them for deserting me

It is nothing less than what I deserve

I have brought calamity upon myself

Indeed, I have brought calamity upon myself

 

I am now encircled by my enemies

All are wolves, ready to pounce

I only have One to support me

Allah, My Lord, Greatest of Allies, Almighty

 

But I have been too far away from Him and even further

And so here I am alone with none to blame but myself

I close my eyes, as this is my time

Loud and clear, they all attack at once

 

Forgive me

 

(Fajri, March 2014)