Baronhawk's Nest

Dengar!

Bunyi keringat nan menitis
degup jantung bagai petir
deru darah yang mengalir
putar minda yang berfikir.

Dengar!

Mergastua nan menangis
rimba tumbang bukit hakis
tanah adat tinggal nipis
harta alam jarah habis.

Dengar!

Suara rakyat hidup derita
Pribumi dihalau dihumban papa
tangis rintih anak bangsa
hidup sisih dibumi merdeka.

Bangun!

Bangkit berdiri penyair muda
biar puisi jadi senjata
angkat pena jadi gerila
lawan penjajah akal dan minda.

Satu nada satu suara
titik tanda cetus acara
susun alun dibina gema
nukilan tinta nurani kata.

Dulu diikat kini terbuka
jangan diikut pembunuh idea
buang tempurung keluar segera
kita generasi harapan negara.

Sedar!

Buka mata segar telinga
lihat dengar peka segala
betul salah jangan teka
mesti tahu tengok periksa.

Lapuk usang di atas takhta
diundi rakyat tidaknya berjasa
tanya alasan sebab alpa
nasib kita jadi perca.

Jerit tak dengar kita dilupa
mungkin masa diajar belaka
bila masa toba pangkah
biar penindas jadi noktah.

Gema! Gema! Gema!

Biar beralun gegar udara
suara tinta hasrat sirna
canang rancak rentak irama
merubah nasib diri negara.

Gugur titis, darah dan jiwa.
Seorang anak, suami dan bapa.
Buat sekilas warta Sang Putra.
Tragedi pilu di bumi Somalia.

Dimamah peluru tidak bermata.
Dipicu jari-jemari angkara.
Bumi rebutan puak sengketa.
Petugas warta hilang nyawa.

Kemana baju tak lut peluru?
Tanpa topi diikat ke dagu?
Adakah cukup latih siaga?
Atau dihantar tanpa sedia?

Untuk liputan cerita Sang Putra.
Jadi sembahan ke pentas media.
Soal, tanya, tagih, minta.
Jangan nasibnya sia-sia.

Tidak disoal takdir dijanji.
Tidak dipipih tugas profesi.
Namun dipinta telus halusi.
Moga ruhnya diberkati ilahi.

It is no accident that when people speak of heart touching moments that they would allude to the phrase 'heartstrings'. For truly and indeed, the heart is an instrument.

It's music is emotions and the tones it creates are the very essence of life and human interactions.

The beatings of the heart are the melodies that links each and every moment, the surround sound that permeates and bound us all to the seasons of our lives.

Our duty is to provide the lyrics and sing out what our heart is already playing. Sounding out the symphony of intentions.

But therein lies the disconnect, what our heart sings and what we can actually accomplish.

You might wake up everyday to the heavenly music of the heart, but making it heard, and playing it note for note is another matter...

Sometimes there is just too much noise that you yourself cannot hear your heart's song, let alone convey it to your intended.

At times, the void of distance is too great that all you hear are echoes, and all that the world can perceive are muffled instances.

The heart is an instrument, but its strings oft plays only silence. But then again, we can't all be Mozarts, that would take away its significance.

Sometimes being tone deaf, or the passable pretense of it, is the best way forward.

There is music out there, in the stars, in the mystery of the twilight, but perhaps we are not all meant to see its conclusion.