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Ongoing, First published Jan 30, 2018
Ku bekap sepi 
dengan alunan tembang surgawi
berharap hening dapat ku lewati
hingga sepi tiada mendera diri

Anila malam...
adakah kau tahu malam ini telah menghiba sunyi...?

Derai tirta di pelupuk netra
ialah jerit yang berkecamuk
mengusung keranda hening
tuk bertemu waruga senyap
menjemput anila malam
ke peraduan Nasuha jiwa

Risau diri semakin menghantui
adakah mimpi yang mampu membalutku
dikala pagi belum terampas dari lelapku
adalah aku ibarat dalam keranda mati..


Tambur aksara menggema
menggempur di sudut ufuk
usahlah menghayutkan lubuk
dalam selimut yang kian mengekang
sebab seni hidup ada dalam rimaNya

Duhai,
hanyalah daku yang terlanjur gagu
sebab semesta enggan bertutur
bahwasannya angin bukan teruntuk musim

Tapi...
angin menjelma di aneka musim..

Pun angin menghembuskan 
kenyataan yang tersembunyi
daku berusaha untuk mengingkari adanya

Pun malam memilu rayu
mengamit lirih beranjak sayu
sandarkan peluh di jeda membayu
moksa jiwa bertengger di nirwana asa
hasrat pun meminang malamMu dalam bayang
walau hadirnya selintas mimpi
Ialah hati dalam gelombang uji


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