Cosmogyral

Friday, July 08, 2016
I decided to write about this because I, once again, found myself whirling around too much and that have resulted in again, me having to consume 5 straps of pills, itchy throat and a tragedy which I can't even walk myself to the bathroom.

 Cosmogyral. I admit I never really explain to anyone why I choose that term over many of my social media presence. Sadly the reason was because I have no reason, I just happen to like the sound of it. Well, I was young back then and that was the predicament of my thinking process.

Cosmogyral is a term that means whirling around the universe. I was kind of into constellations-ish words back then so I fell in love with that word I found on a blog, which main activity was to post rare but meaningful words that will probably inspire tons of hipsters and poetic personas. Yes, I was that cliché back then ( I have said it a thousand time ). Years passed and I finally came into the real meaning of the word and why I am so very attached to it.

It was my life, I was in that kind of condition. I am whirling around the universe, I have no idea which galaxy I belong to so I am just pretending the whole universe is my home. And whirl around it. I never land on anywhere, I don't know where I am going. I float around all over the sky.

Reflecting back on reality, I pretty much whirl around everything. I am all over the place, I took works that spark my interests just for the hang of it. And sometimes I  know I am overwhelmed by the tasks. I actually select works that will benefit different aspects for me and my soft skill in the making but the term procrastinating and mismanaging put me in a tight spot. I am all over the place, and my biggest fear is that I may not contribute anything worthwhile to it.

People will expect you to do a decent job just because they think you are capable. There are some people who have high expectation when you joined their team and it will be hard to keep it up if you drown yourself in the thought that you can't do that much. If I ever learn anything from my first year of college, is you will always find time to work on it despite the crazy chaotic schedule lined up for a day.  If you reflect back, there are always a purpose in which why you are whirling towards a certain constellation on the universe, stars drift around galaxies and the universe expands in a not so ordinary way in order to keep the chaos in order. And you will also have to find that order under all the chaos, whirling around or walking straight.

I am currently whirling around, just far enough to find my spot. But even if it may take a while, I will find my pattern. I will find another meaning to Cosmogyral, and drift the heck out of it.


This is a note to myself; Get shit done. 



Mencari

engkau Saturday, June 18, 2016


Aku masih mencari dimana aku bisa mencari mu
Disela – sela ruang udara antara gubahan para pujangga abad ini
Diantara baris baris puisi yang dibaca para penikmat seni
Diantara kalimat sendu yang kau unggah tiga belas bulan yang lalu
Diantara langit dan senyum malu malu mu



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Aku bisa menyangka, aku berlari ke tempat yang sama, ternyata, walau hari telah berganti bulan dan tahun berganti masehi.  Rapuh ku masih dalam ruang yang sama, mencoba keluar dari perandaian. Aku belum cukup dewasa, Aku belum belajar dari kesalahan yang lama. Aku hanya kembali memutar asa, kepada relung hati yang sama, ekspektasi yang sama, tingkah laku yang sama.
Aku berlari dari, lagi – lagi, ketakutan yang sama. Harusnya bukan pada kamu aku berlari, bukan?
Aku tidak seharusnya mencari dimana aku bisa mencari mu. Aku harusnya mencari diriku sendiri. Diriku yang tersebar di ratusan bit dan coin. Di antara kode asing dalam dunia ciptaan manusia. Bersembunyi dibalik mimpi buruk ku semalam yang membangunkanku seperti komentar rancu yang kau tinggalkan di halaman seseorang, yang menunggu kau hapus dan hilangkan dari dunia. Selamanya.

Apa mungkin aku menemukanmu? Bagaimana mungkin aku menemukan bagian dari dirimu yang aku cari ? Bagaimana mungkin menemukan hal yang hilang dari dirimu ketika kau tidak tahu bahwa kau kehilangan sesuatu? Apakah kau benar benar hidup, di diriku?



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Unfinished diary
17 - 18 Juni 2016
Bekasi
sarahannida



Aku ingin pulang

Personal Rants Friday, June 17, 2016
Asing 
Aku ingin pulang

Pada pelukan hangat seprai bau milik ibu
Pada peluh keringat karena kipas angin ruang tv yang rusak melulu
Pada satu titik keseimbangan yang aku buat buat sendiri
untuk menenangkan hati karena siapa juga yang mau mengunjungi
rumah rusak dengan lantai berdebu dan halaman yang belum sempat di hiasi

Aku akan pulang
menjauh dari kepura pura an yang menyelimutiku
seperti kabut pagi menyelimuti kota Depok.

Tidak ada kabut pada pagi hari di Kota Depok, bukannya?

iya, tidak ada.

Aku sedang berpura pura
memerangi ke pura pura an

karena aku ingin pulang
ke rumah

yang belum pernah aku bangun.

Photo credit http://youtreau.tumblr.com/post/24796021538


 17 Juni 2016
Depok  - Bekasi

It's your birthday,

Poems Friday, April 22, 2016
I celebrate your birthday by taking a long cold shower.
caressing all the corners of my body,
scent it with the most overpriced vanilla cream moist
and cleanse it with the softest cotton there ever was.

I celebrate your birthday by eating out at that seafood resto people are buzzing about.
ordered the most tantalizing menu on the list.
Forgetting you ever rejected my invitation to this.

I celebrate your birthday by the books I over-shelved
picking it with my good hands
wiping the dust over the sides
recalling all the lights it ever strives

I celebrate your birthday in a day
I smile politely and talk with laughter
I sleep a deep sleep and cry with fracture
I fear for I'm too happy even when you're nowhere near

It's your birthday
and  I celebrate it by giving myself a chance
to finally love myself.


sarahannida
Margonda Residence, 10.40PM
Happy Birthday!

Teruntuk Yang Diperuntukan Bukan Untuk Saya

Poems Friday, April 01, 2016
Dalam ruang ruang,
peluru memecah kebisingan 
dan kau yang berada di tengah tengah
hanya tertawa 
karena peluru itu bukan ditujukan padaku 
tapi aku yang jatuh paling jauh. 



Aku mempersingkat perjalanan mu 
di relung relung hati manusia terbuang, 
karena aku tahu bukan tempatmu berada disitu. 



Aku memutuskan bukan tempatku lagi 
untuk menikmati tawamu. 
Kagum ku lebih pantas dibuang,
merana di perandaian 
berharap ada waktu di lain
kehidupan.


Aku masih mencuri pandang, 
berdosa 
berharap bisa menjadi saksi 
secerca kebahagiaan mu. 


Tenggelam dalam cerita semu 
tentang kamu yang hanya ada di 
kepalaku.


Bukan salah siapa siapa, 
tetapi aku menolak lupa bahwa 
aku adalah manusia fana 
yang perasaannya muna 
dan aku lebih baik pergi 
daripada mempercayai
hati ku sendiri. 

 - 
seberapa banyak kebisingan ku 
tetap saja gema itu masih melagu 
menyanyikan kekosongan yang sejatinya 
ada di dalam aku 

siapa bilang segampang itu melupakan laraku?




sarahannida
(Depok, 30 Maret 2016)
( HHHHHHHHHH )

hatiku sudah tidak bergetar

Poems Saturday, March 05, 2016
 
aku iri

pada gitar
senar
hingar
bingar

hatiku sudah tidak lagi bergetar
daunku jatuh di perambaian

gugur sudah semu
manismu ditelan kalbu
dan awan kelabu
yang mengiringi sedu

aku iri juga
pada hujan di bulan maret
yang tidak kunjung sudah
yang jatuh ke tanah


aku iri 
karena aku ingin jatuh se jatuh jatuhnya
atau tidak sama sekali



dan 
kini aku
mengambang
melayang
tak tahu
kapan
aku
akan
jatuh
lagi.


Depok, 3 Maret 2016
Sarah Annida H.H

You’ll die at 23 on a Tuesday.

Friday, February 26, 2016
Those words come out of a nutshell. Those words come out of a life between lives. Those words you should not listen; in which we betray our consciousness and we still do. We conquer our fear and we get back up again but no, it will always linger like a pendulum. Perpetuating sadness and fear like they are a part of ourselves. It will never stop until the day it really happens.


The moment of crisis, I still remember
The house of shrieking memory
and black clouds

Man crying
Phone holding
And me, trying to make sense

That life is no more than waiting for death to happen. 
We all already died.
For me.

That is how I choose to live right now. 


Jakarta, 26 Februari 2016, 5:32 PM

(I should have been writing an essay instead of contemplating death)
(but still..)
sarahannida


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