my wings are broken, you say, like repeating those words, like gibran?
but it seems i'm not gibran and you're not ziadeh who miss each other, until time separates, with his sharp sword
if your wings are broken, you must be a bird that flies non-stop, or because the hunter shot an arrow until it hurt, or ravana slammed you, during the kidnapping, did you hear the scream? girl in a forest
I hear thousands of birds, millions of birds flying, towards the black sky, looking for light, the sound is squeaking, making me sick, are you one? as the letters of attar
have you ever arrived at Noah's boat, carrying leaves, or the land of Balqis
by order of Solomon? bring the news
Have you heard his voice, greeted you, burned and crushed you?
become ashes, and eternal
DONGENG BURUNG
sayapku patah, katamu, seperti mengulang kata-kata itu, serupa gibran?
tapi sepertinya aku bukan gibran dan kau bukan ziadeh yang saling merindu, hingga waktu memisahkan, dengan pedangnya yang tajam
jika sayapmu patah, pastilah kau burung yang terbang tak henti, atau karena pemburu memanah hingga luka, atau rahwana membantingmu, saat penculikan itu, kau dengar jerit? perempuan di sebuah hutan
aku dengar ribuan burung jutaan burung beterbangan, menuju langit hitam, mencari cahaya, suaranya mencericit, bikin ngilu, kaukah salah satu? sebagai huruf-huruf attar
pernahkah kau sampai di perahu nuh, membawa daun, atau negeri balqis
atas perintah sulaiman? membawa kabar itu
sudah kau dengar suaranyakah, menyapamu, membakar dan melumatkanmu
menjadi abu, dan abadi
Poem and digital painting by: 