EARLY MORNING

The door you've opened
For nobody, but sun
Sending a message
:The fight shall be begun
For men who are proud
With blood, no tear

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

LESSON ABOUT FATE

The card you've received well
As yourselves fate given by God
So, don't cry although it's sadness
Caused that it's like the night
Whose darkness shall change
To be a sun flower

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

LESSON ABOUT GOD

In the darkness
You'll look at night
;The God who lives
In your sad heart

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

THE SEA

The sea is mother's love
Reflected by its green color

The sea is a couple of sadness and happiness
Reflected by its wave

The sea is poetry book
Reflected by its mysterious

The sea you has seen well
Your life that is as hard as its rock

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

REFLECTION

When the morning has come
Open the window
In order to see
The life still flaws
Like the river in front of our house

When the evening has come
Close the window
In order to see
The life must be reviewed
Like the mirror in our room

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

SONG FOR THE DEAREST

Night' sky has no light
Her moon and stars I've stolen
For my dearest who don't know
Where the street she'll come home
When the cloud covers fullly her heart

Don't cry, my dear
Caused that your sadness
Only needs light
:The God you've forgotten
As the lamp of life

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

MOON ABOVE THE POOL

Moon is fallen into the pool
As a nice dream for all fishes
Though it shall not be caught
When the morning time has come

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

HAIKU OF SILENCE

The book you have opened
No words are written in it
But silence, you love

HAIKU OF DEATH

Calendar's number 
Fallen to the floor of death
:Knife cuts life

MOON ABOVE POOL

Moon which is fallen into the pool
As a nice dream for all fishes
Though it shall not be caught
When the morning time has come

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

WHEN YOU ARE ANGRY

for Seda Tura

Burn me with your fire
In order that I can know the heat well
Making a red color for the sky
When the morning's covered by cold weather

The heat you'd have
As your heart I've begun to like more
Up to the time shall say
"That is just an early nice meeting"

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

BESIDE THE POOL

The boy throws a little stone
Into the pool, but
When the water vibrates
He cries, caused that 
His shadow has been lost

Before coming back, the boy
Begins to unlike with his parents
Because as the pool, they
Have broken his dream
To be himself

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

THE DAILY BOOK /16/

Nothing I know where the wind comes from
Going too far no saying goodbye, after
Putting out candle’s flame in the visiting room

THE DAILY BOOK /15/

Opening the cover of daily book
When you want to stay for a moment
Visiting to the forgotten love’s home 

THE DAILY BOOK /14/

Candle stirring up the desire of love
Makes you sad, when the night
Just the clot of silence is

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

THE DAILY BOOK /13/

Being back to your home
After going around the time
As watch’s hands which wants
To stop at the end point of 00.00

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

THE DAILY BOOK /12/

No ones I have caught
All of them pass like wind
But my heart can feel about

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

THE DAILY BOOK /11/

The blue sky the poem of love
She creates for me
When the sun shall come back
To his night bed

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

THE DAILY BOOK /10/

The rainbow that makes colorful curve
Like gate in which I shall come into
The stupid jokers’ house

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

THE DAILY BOOK /9/

The sun flowing on day’s river
Being like her burning my frozen hope
After the night the ocean of ice

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

THE DAILY BOOK /8/

Seeing wave in the chest
She is an ocean teaching me
About mysterious of love

-Sri Wintala Achmad

THE DAILY BOOK /7/

What long I have wait you
The dearest in my nice dream crashed
By wind when the morning comes

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

THE DAILY BOOK /6/

Taking all of dreams on the bed
Up to sleeping is as a nicest space, when
Night has been fulfilled by rainbows

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

THE DAILY BOOK /5/

Coffee you put on the table
Your love of all loves, after
We have made love in this night

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

THE DAILY BOOK /4/

The window I shall open
Your heart having been closed 
When the love changes to be dog pound

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

THE DAILY BOOK /3/

The window I shall open
Your heart having been closed 
When the love changes to be dog pound

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

THE DAILY BOOK /2/

Like the earth I miss sun
The man who will change
Revenge to be love 

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

THE DAILY BOOK /1/

No leaves I look at
Making green for the earth
The sun is my daily enemy

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

AS A FISH

Fish which swims in the pool
: My confused brain I don;t know well
When it'll be silent in the sleep
Being free from dreams

As the fish which swims forever
No business I can do, but
Waiting for the time of death
In which I'll sleep in silence

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

THE DAYTIME'S DOWNPOUR

Under the sky the arousing timpani of thunder
The Rain's gratings were her curving fingers
Playing the violin of defeat
For all dreams about the deteriorating sun
Buried no strewn flowers, but
Sadness the rain played on old tins
Felt by her it was the triangle
Pouring its tears out
From the deepest hurt heart
To twilight where the day
Closing its black screen

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

THE OLD CITY STATION

The old city' station you'd left behind
It was just as man's bed, after
Fighting to the sun
As fate as the singing beggar you sang about tears
On the rock which hadn't been finished for a day yet. But
When the new station had been in front of eyes
The hell your face, then
Would you still wrote poems above all dreams
Created by the train trip

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

EL KABRON CAFE

Cups on the table only leave coffee’s residue

Curbstones are scattered on the floor of cafe

Your tongue is dried your mouth has no words

Up to the tablet you make as a latest affair

Enticing more than a cutest hostess

The deep yearning has been shared

But the cave you haven’t left yet

For coming back to home

Having changed to be a problem shed

An arena of enmity

After the tables have been empty, you

Leave cafe being as desolate as an old grave

: The place of your cadaver will be entombed

No sowed flowers no smoking incenses

Together with dead people side of the fight arena

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

KERTAGHOSA GARDEN

On the crown of lotus, the butterfly alights

With his wings that are vibrated

Until a couple of his tentacles is shut

In the worship of asmaradana

A sigh of butterfly a mooing of lotus

: My breath your breath

Being going to embody as fresh wind

For one thousand one suns

After the butterfly leaves lotus

Say girl for the people visiting the garden

If your boyfriend who will go to come back

Nursing for the flower by his language of wings

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

ABOUT MY HATE

My hate for fishes being bothersome forever

Annoying weariness that will settle

To the bottom of pool

My hate for the pool: the little world

That never be rested

Either in the night or in the day

My hate for myself

Having life as one of fishes

In the pool

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

PRAMBANAN TEMPLE ON THE MORNING

Remembering you only corupts my age

As every man that is dead

Pounced by tiger whose face like the deer’s

After be tired to chase with Rama’s archery bow

Prey my heart without remainder

Up to you’re always survive as zombie

Lulled to sleep by dream in the coffin

Before be dead caused by the curse of sun

Creating you as poem like engraving the tombstone

Similar fate with Bandung who built a temple last night

For Jonggrang: the rock sclupture being dog’s beloved

But I won’t flap my tail for the slice of love

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

THE TRUMPET DANCE

Beyond, the people are in celebration 

As if thousands trumpets that makes leaps on the road

Screaming their soul being burnt by themselves wildness

Up to be overcooked after freed from the jail of time

Though through their fissure of eyes can be witnessed

About their fear for the sun when be aware from drunkenness

Up to they feel there’s a big grave in the noisy city

Being quitest than all kinds of jail

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

TELUK PENYU IN THE FULLMOON NIGHT

He’s an old seaman

Dropping his anchor of old boat

After the twilight entombs sun

For you, that’s last nice memory

Especially when jesting with storm

As a couple of youngsters

Infatuated by love

Being cuddly forever, after

The wave hurls them to seaside

When the moon has been yet like coofee

Diluting viscously in the glass

You’re the old seaman

Showing off as a poet

Which creats poem about love

For his beloved

Inserted in the fragrance of wine

And smoke of cigarette, so that

Sleeping does’n give nightmare

Comouflaging as a morning rainbow

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

HADJID HAMZAH IN MEMORIAM

/1/

The feast hasn’t been yet began in dining room

Hamzah leaves his house without farewell

No bodies know where he has gone

As well as the sky showering its tear-rain

/2/

Without raincoat, Hamzah goes through the heavy rain

Showing off as a child who still likes to be naked

Running to his latest house, in which the God

As his mother wiping his wet body with love

/3/

Without parfume, Hamzah leaves rose’s fragrance

Diffusing in the garden of courteous words

As the poem being created by poet

Being not ended on the nightfall

/4/

On the sky, the deities sing together

Sowing of light rain as white as jasmine

As the symbol of welcome for Hamzah coming home

After wading through the sea of rainbow

/5/

As if Suwarno, Kuswahyo, Suryanto

Hamzah builds a temple by way of words

: The latest sojourn, in which his children

Will go on a pilgrimage of poet’s civilization

/6/

For Hamzah, his children learn about poetry

: Lantern that will give the light of fire

When coming into the dark meditating room

The space having no locked door

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

BATU KLOTOK BEACH

He goes along the edge of beach no footwear

Leaving his tread of age that is similar fate

With poem created by poet, before

The wave of time abolishes it

In once wiping

When the sun moves to west sky

He looks at an old wooden boat to be anchored

In which the twilight as a beginning of nightmare

About the wind dance turning around

No notations from sea's fragrance

For the umpteenth time step, he looks up

Not to stare at the clouded firmament

Being appear as a frame of black canvas

There's no colors there's no drawings

But the dark heart is smeared by tears

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

THE FIRST RAINY

The cloud that flies to the north-east

Making me to remember for father

Coming with his love

For mother, the dry ground

Burnt by the sun of silence

The first rainy is father's love

Making wet for mother's dry heart

Missing to soft touch on chest

Up to the morning is as watcher

In which the life
Being as green as love without dust

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

MYSTERY IN THE SPACE

In the space, there's heavy rain of cards

Four men glide as frogs

Hunting of Joker

In the space is as turbid as pool

By snarls among themselves

In their heart silently

In the space, one of them stands in confusion

Where is friend where is foe? While

God only smiles nicely behind the door

Does he know, do they know?

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

GALUH DRAWS THE GARDEN

By her pastel, Galuh draws the garden

Neither butterfly or beetle, but

Cocoon under the dry twig

It is herself, praying forever

Behind the desk every day

Up to the time rings a clue

In which the flower season has come

-Sri Wintala Achmad-