Poetryzine magazine presents the selected poems by the Indonesian poet Ewith Bahar
Labyrinth
The labyrinth in chambers of soul
the peaceful curves to hide secrets
and reside a destiny
Labyrinth…
Once the pleasant streets,
now leads to nowhere
We tried to free our thoughts and imaginations,
which unavoidably trapped,
in a convoluted tunnel, by making a hole to catch a sunbeam
But every time we unlock the door
We bump into another locked door.
Sublime tears
Your sublime tears
A melodic rain, flows within the ocean of my heart
watering each and every niche
watering the barren land of
misunderstanding and jealousy
purify the murky waters of emotions
Your sublime tears
A God’s whisper
Pearly drops of divine strength
Big love that you call home
Time flies
twisting life with laughs and cries
moves swiftly from traditionalism to modernism
from yesterday to tomorrow
A fluctuation brings the color palette of change
Brings the breeze and the storm
And women sweep them gracefully into dance
Within ages, women wear their same faces
deceptional voices, croaky or melodious
Hidden emotions, Silent tears or enigmatic smile
They forgive the scars, heal the wounds
The sharp knives in their drawers
Are the wisdom from hundreds of books they read
They speak, they write, they initiate, they finalize
They are future that you dream of,
lungs and hearts your life depends on,
And big love that you call home.
Your pen
By your pen, an imprisoned words
are released, turning into gulls
flying freely not limited and bordered towards the air
words grow as signs
of dignity, unshackled unfettered by the dividers
no reluctance for disseminating heat
when they contain the coals within
the ink and pen which longing for a sense of independence
now bubbling, burned with euphoria
your pen, releasing us from the tight clothes
that wraps all the marks of tenderness we hide
then, how noisy the outburst of poems when cleaning things up
an excitement, showered by eagerness attaining freedom
now a boredom of pretending as sparkling marble
at last replaced by new ecstasy: becoming a reprobate
their new faces as agitation, obscenity and seduction
appear without hesitation and reluctance
by your pen, my poet
words now becoming wild horse
Running swiftly as legs of sin do.
Prayers
In the lowest time
In the hardest journey
In the weary fight
Our deep unspoken prayer,
an ointment to sooth a wound
poured from the bowl of Love
With the sacred wings
The soul slowly flies
Raising the prayers
To find the saintly lights
The silent prayers
Not a vacuum but filled with the strongest hope
And the whitest sincerity
To surrender unconditionally
A light in the soul, lighten the burden
And before the eyes
Spread across the wide white field
We run freely, gratefully,
Reaching for a steppe of solution.
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