Pejuang Siang

(goresan pena: Pande Bayu Pratama)

"Dia", datang tanpa diundang

Melenggang dalam ruang-ruang senggang

Menanti mereka para pejuang siang

Bukan uang yang "ia" cari, bukan

Namun menyisakan lubang dalam petang

Inilah para pejuang siang

Garang menghadang tiada bimbang

Terhunus pedang panjang

Berperang... di atas jurang-jurang

Menang! Demi seonggok masa depan

Secerca harapan, di setiap pengorbanan

"Ia" yang tadi datang, kini telah terbuang

Hanya terbuang...

Bukan berarti hilang dari pandang

Denpasar, 10082015

Primadona Sewindu (Puisi)

Primadona Sewindu

Ia ada, walaupun tak diharapkan kehadirannya

Ia diinginkan, kendati tak seorangpun membutuhkannya

Sebuah kotak kecil, tergenggam oleh tangan-tangan dingin nan kasar

Malang sudah ia

Kotak kecil penumpu sejuta misteri

Bak bayi yang mulai berceloteh

Tak lekang oleh rayap pelahap zaman, ialah sang waktu

Yang menjadikannya primadona sewindu di tangan berada

Namun, kini ia bukan lagi kotak kecil yang hanya mampu berceloteh di tangan berada

Melainkan balok besar, berimplantasi pada jiwa-jiwa hampa yang haus akan keingintahuan

Perlahan ia renggut, mengambil alih dunia insani, dunia fana sementara tak terjamah

Membawa segenap insan menuju alam virtual tanpa batas konkrit

Seketika mengubahnya menjadi patung

Wahai engkau balok misteri, dengarkanlah

Kalian hanyalah buah imajinasi kami

Dan kalian hanyalah pelengkap dalam hidup kami

Namun mengapa kalian rampas kebebasan kami?

Mengapa kami kalian ikat di ruang nisbi ini?

Cukup sudah!

Kami sadar, kalian tak lebih dari sekadar candu dan sekat antara kami dan mereka

Kodratmu hanyalah sebuah balok

Dan selamanya akan tetap seperti itu 

Tatkala tiba, kau bukan lagi primadona sewindu, perampas realita manusia

 

Coretan Pena : Pande Bayu Pratama

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A Little Young Boy (Poetry)

A Little Young Boy

Time flies by

Until this young boy finds out the truth

A young boy who has been forgotten in his own world

A young boy who always asks to his shadow

Nobody could hear the buzz

But everyone can still hear the whispers

In the corner of those ruins this young boy stares

An empty sight from his eyes

At the edge of a slumber he stands

No more people around, just wind blows surround

To the black rose he tells each story

Still, only tenderness

A young boy gets closer to a shining star, but it fades away

Then a water drop brings news

It tells him to keep standing at the edge of the slumber

Where he would always be a little young boy

Author: Pande Bayu P.

If They Were Birds (Poetry)

If They Were Birds

Everybody dreamt they could be a bird

Flapped their wings and flew high touching the sky

No worries, fears or tears

Just freedoms

It makes no sense since it was just a dream

No, it wasn’t just a dream

Some people got their selves like a bird when they were starting to open their eyes

A bird without wings, trapped in a narrow cage

But why do they need wings whereas they don’t have to fly in the cage?

Why are there still many tears and sorrows?

And why do they still need freedoms whereas they are safe in the cage?

There is no free bird cares to their cage

Nor even if it’s made of gold

The dream comes true already, but life is still too rough and confusing to live 

The ignorant ones would die slowly at their palaces, called cage

Author: Pande Bayu P.

No One Knows (Poetry)

No One Knows

And the morning has been too cold

No cloud, but still it’s crowded

He knows that he has ever been told

But he didn’t trust the old

Grows as nothing, but just a silly goat

Somewhere, looks for the truth along the road

The road where you could find no gold

Watch out of the flood!

Again, he doesn’t listen to the old

He sinks, though his soul might float

But how long would he hold?

The death is ahead

The cold heart doesn’t melt yet 

And the story remains as just a story, which couldn’t be read

Author: Pande Bayu P.

Benci (Puisi)

Benci

Tengik, becermin ia pada kertas bening

Sewenang mereka

Tak peduli dengan siapa

Membalas,

Hanya kata tajam terlontar

Kebal telinga mendengar

Terusik

Mencoba diam

Tak mampu emosi memendam

Sadarpun tidak

Benci ini tiada tara

Dari dalam

Memukul,

Mengoyak,

Ingin kuinjak

Tapi martabat mengekang

Lagi kata itu terlontar

Bunuh ?

Jalan terakhir

Semakin menjadi - jadi

Ketika itu berakhir

Panas sudah hati

                           Karya : Pande Bayu Pratama