Ayatullah

Poetry Series
Ayatullah Nurjati
- poems -
Publication Date:
2022
Publisher:
Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive
Ayatullah Nurjati()
Art connoisseurs and observers. He was active Plonk theater, and was a
literature tutor at the KOPLIK Ciputat Literature and Philosophy Circle Forum,
active in various NGOs. Actively writes in various leading newspapers in Jakarta
and the regions.Currently writing a collection of short stories (the edges are
iron) and finished Novel (Indonesia) Cinta Cyber--Sastra
Eyes Of Sonnets
He walked to all corners of the compass to meet his girlfriend

The space-time separating them is so strong that no one can penetrate it
He kept going without stopping with one intention that God condescend
He really believes that his soul mate has moored and he believes it
There is an abyss separating the two of them

His girlfriend's parents were so heartless and deliberately separated them in the
name of education
Indeed, the man is always sedentary and this is also a problem for them
Reasons that don't make sense why love is always blinded by education or
religion
Differences are indeed obvious between the two of them both in terms of race,
religion and ethnicity
With the difference whether it can achieve togetherness in love
If you look at a region, it is clear that difference is a blessing for people in a
multicity
Why cannot be applied to their life in love
Love is like two eyes which although different colours but have one function in
seeing
Even though they have their respective positions, they complement each other
and that is human nature in living
Ayatullah Nurjati
Words In Life
Words have a soul

Some of the words that humans create are nature given by God
The words that are present as a form of revelation through the intermediary of
the angel Gabriel to the Prophets are the demands of human life through the
Holy Scriptures
The word 'nothing' would probably just be born without an inspiration for humans
Animals also have a word in their life communication

Although only Prophet Suleiman as a human also understands it
All animals also carry out their daily rituals with word instructions strung together
in language
Tweets, roars, crows and all kinds of ways creatures say different meanings, but
even so, it is still a mystery that humans have to solve
In contrast to Creatures, God is clearly a polyglot. He is Omniscient every living

thing use only to praise His name
Without having to praise and remember Him, He is still God
Exciting words and inviting kindness also depend on instructors in every religion
No religion calls for evil and God knows it all
Ayatullah Nurjati
Lots Of Wishes
I loved you with all my heart but you wanted a lot

There were like as many as types of sardines in the ocean
Even though your body was thin even though your stature is tall
If you look at the way you had eaten like a whale
But strangely your body was still thin
Or indeed all women like you were like that had many desires
Sometimes I got confused when I followed your wishes like that
Run to where your thirst is that every day you wanted to ask from me, not to
become meat let alone be something useful for you
I was very surprised; it's rare that I met a woman like you
Maybe only a handful of women like you who had such a thirst for desire
Maybe you've never learned to recite the Qur'an so you don't know how to hold
your thirst
Even though women should be able to hold their thirst to stay slim
You're so weird. I was tired of following your way of life that's like that, I haven't
become anyone in my life, just like that, and what if you become someone who
means something to me
Indeed, women needed proof of love from a man like Dayang Sumbi, Roro
Jonggrang asked something from someone who loves him, but they both don't
love the person they love. Or really you were just like them
If that's true, I'd better find a woman to replace you who even when she
breathes has become flesh so that your replacement woman can share her life
with me by becoming a madrasah for my children someday and Alhamdulillah I
have got it now
Ayatullah Nurjati
Peace With The Heart
Every day it gets heavier, it seems that I feel this life

Desires and ambitions seem to be racing with age that is no longer young,
maybe this is related to ambitions that have not been achieved as a father
Or indeed it is often the facts and reality that are always struggling with
disappointment
Ah, I don't care about it all because I don't want to be enslaved by desire and
ambitions instantly
Old age doesn't mean you can't reach your goals, because it could be that my
mother had given the name Ayatullah Nurjati the 2 word it started from the first
word 'Ayatullah' which comes from the Arabic word which means the 'Verses of
Allah' and the last word 'Nurjati' a blend of words 'Nur' from Arabic word and Jati.
'Nur' means 'light' and at the end of the word 'Jati' is called 'teak' in English
refers to the name of a tree that is always looked forward to when it is old for
human needs, be it furniture or household appliances - beauty will be harvested
at dusk, as my mother explained when I was a child. And I did really appreciate
my mother's gift that name
I realize that there is a meaning in this naming where now I am increasingly
convinced that God has prepared a luxurious portion for my life as a father
God is making things smoother by delaying my success by building a powerful
mega-project for me in the life of this world; hopefully it will also be achieved in
the hereafter.
We don't have to wait until our life is established then be grateful. The solution is
to make peace with your heart, have faith and be grateful for what God has
given you at this time, even though with simplicity, both as a teacher and a poet.
Ayatullah Nurjati
Healing
Andreas did not recover completely

As a child he was diagnosed by doctors as having dyslexia
As a child it was very difficult to read and even write
When he read the letters it was as if the letters were dancing and seemed to
invite him to continue dancing following the written instructions
However, strangely he was gifted by God with an above average memorization

ability
When he was young his father always told him one or more stories to lull him to
sleep
And he always memorized every story his father and mother told him
He can devour various stories, both fiction and non-fiction, and tell them all
without flaws here and there or missing a single word
At an immature age, he has memorized all the holy verses of The Holy Qur'an
just by listening to the ustadz or Kyai where he recited when he was 13 years old
It seemed that he could easily relate to what people told him, including religious
leaders who always recited the holy verses of The Holy Qur'an.
Likewise, the words he composes seem very similar to world-class poets
His father as well as his mentor was never tired of transcribing what he said, as
well as the tool that was always beside him even though he is now even 21 years
old
Healing is an intermediary when he is struggling with nature

With ease he spoke which according to his narrative was inconsequential but had
meaning
Healing for him does not have to spend energy and matter but will create
creation and essence
The words that are strung together seem to deny the lacking performance. God
is fair in creating his creatures and God always gives advantages to the people
He loves
Ayatullah Nurjati
The Poet's World And His Life
Silent doesn't mean not moving

Moving doesn't mean it's useful either
Useful doesn't mean functional
Functional also does not mean also useful
Helpful is the essence of an action

From a sequence of actions to an actualization
Actualization also means an existence
Existence supported by an action becomes an essence
The essence becomes a proof that reason, taste, creativity and intention become
a realization
Realization becomes a real proof of a masterpiece
Masterpieces are not only seen from the essence of the maestro, but become a
substance and practical value
The practical value of a poet is to juxtapose meaningful words into an
embodiment of real action in accordance with reality and it is not in an ivory
tower, it is about the work that exists that depends on the readers and poets
who break down the facts into reality like a maestro sculptor who produces works
monumental statue
Ayatullah Nurjati
Eunoia
Never say don't, don't do it

Don't say no, not really
Do not also deny with the words no, not that
And don't make bad assumptions about something that isn't necessarily valid,
but that's not the case either
Warjo's thoughts soar across the horizon and the universe, but are hindered by
something that is shrouded in uncertainty
With the coffee still steaming as if in sync with his daydreams, indeed the
atmosphere also supports his thoughts that soar between galaxies
He was very saddened by the departure of his sweetheart, and he wanted to tell
his girlfriend to say no or not to go home. Now memories are just memories,
because Irene returned to her hometown because of her parents' orders. Surely
Irene, her lover, will arrange an arranged marriage with someone else by her
parents
Their relationship has been long enough, more than half a decade they have
passed and there has never been an adventurous or significant dispute between
the two of them.
If you look at her lover, she is a girl with a mature personality who is always
cheerful and has never seen anything material
She explained the fact that their relationship was known and approved by her
parents. As if he had negative thoughts, he threw those thoughts away from
reason and logic that love must be nurtured with good behaviour and thoughts.
Immediately He felt happy and immediately followed to Irene's hometown
His heart rippled with joy as if the world only belonged to the two of them
Ayatullah Nurjati
Morphology Of Love
It seems Rather difficult parsing words into reality

It's also quite difficult to string them into sentences that reveal facts
It's also a bit difficult to achieve with universal performance
It is also rather very difficult to connect the same word that has meaning to be
an expression of love
Love is a word; it is not a sentence that just comes without feeling

Love is clearly the creation, work and intention of God
Love is also clearly owned by all creatures in the universe where GOD gives
nature whatever He wants
Indeed, humans will always hunger for and thirst to enjoy the fruit of love,
however. Love cannot be consumed at will, there are rules
Even though love never looks at logic, love just comes with feelings
Love and the trinkets of its existence may be lost or it can be eternal if it is
nurtured with the intensity of a relationship that is always intertwined even
though it does not always have
Should the word be expressed or only manifested with feelings or reflected with
real affection
Human nature is to love and be loved
Ayatullah Nurjati
Online Ojek Driver
The moon with the dim light with a soft tone as if embarrassed to coo with the
glass Skyscraper Mountains
The sparkling stars are supported by dark clouds as if they are in synergy with
the twinkling lights of a tall concrete valley flanked by dangling trees that reach
the side of the city center road.
The animals here are mostly rodents, insects and winged animals that wander or
settle between the sides of tall buildings
You won't find any reptiles here, let alone fireflies, because these animals have
retired early due to the expansion of the city's greed
Among the passing vehicles tucked in the figure of a man who is no longer young
The earth that he steps on seems to obey and never complains as same as him
who always never complains about the conditions in which the earth is visited
because almost in a few months his life is always on the move
He is currently approaching 5 decades but his youthful passion changes things to
be different
He has 5 children; a patient wife always drives his life with patience
The motorcycle he rides is also no longer old, accelerating the wheel of life fast;
everything is done for a bite of rice, paying rent and hopes for the education of
his children.
Life continues to change with the times, anyone who is not ready to keep up with
the times will be crushed by the wheel of life that he rides himself and he
believes life will always be dynamic
Indeed, the profession that he is in is quite challenging, a profession that has
been trending in the last 5 years and makes him remain humble, humble soul
with a wide smile between his white teeth and some of which have fallen out,
making him more compassionate and patient
Becoming a father is not an easy matter; it requires a sharp and qualified
conscience and physique to achieve happiness and perfection in education
Even though the material is sometimes less or more you still live this life
patiently even though the climate in this city doesn't support you, good luck
brother!
Ayatullah Nurjati
Love Galaxy
Desire is similar to the currents and waves in the open ocean. Everything will be
blown away if it is not as strong as a rock, and even then it is clear that
sometimes it is weathered and sometimes it is abrasion because it is constantly
eroded by the waves
Natural causality will never stop growing and developing
Nature will never break its promise; wind, waves and all the interference of the
moon and sun become a synergy that will not be found on the planets in any
space galaxy. Its orbit has been ordered by God and they all obey as part of
piety to Him
Earth is a beautiful haven with exposure to land and sea as if you will never get
tired of visiting
From the bottom of the ocean will then burst various coral reef ornaments to
produce land. Even the collision between the oceanic plates also sometimes
brings disaster is a form of testing and in the end it becomes a benefit for
humans
Obviously the shaking of the earth is a sign that they are doing dhikr, it would be
impossible for it to move as a form of obedience to the Creator
Blue wind with exotic landscapes, this is the place. Where the manifestation of a
small part of heaven is in my realm
The calm of the wind and waves is a sign of the combination of the sincerity of
my desire and my feelings to achieve your pleasure
Ayatullah Nurjati
Faith
Grief and sorrow, emotion, confusion and giddiness have disappeared

The dark clouds, thunder rumbled and the wind howled was over
The calamity that hit had also disappeared
The trials go one after another because God knows our capacity because God
knows that humans can overcome those tests
Face it all with a smile and sincerity

Sincerely accepting trials means we have faith in Him and I also believe in
endeavours in various words in embodiment
I believe in God in a single word as the embodiment of my worship as His
creature
I believe in various angels with various names as a manifestation of my
obedience to God
I believe in a collection of words that have been written down in the form of a
holy book from God through the Apostles through the Media of Gabriel
I believe in the Prophets and Messengers with various forms of words and faith
I have faith and believe in the apocalypse as a form
I believe in the struggle in the bonds of words in the reflection of life
© Ayatullah Nurjati @poemhunter.com

Slipi. November 30th,2022 5: 01 PM
Ayatullah Nurjati
Orange Sky
The sun, as the leader, always gives unconditional affection to the members of
its solar system
The moon, as the earth's lover, never seems to have an affair, because of its
causation; it always commands the ebb and flow of the sea.
Such are the celestial bodies and space orbits created by God; they rarely
dispute the nature that God attaches to their respective duties and
responsibilities.
Let the dark clouds be dark, because soon the land and everything in it will need
rain when it cries
Let the sun be covered by it because of a sacrifice that is not in vain

The clouds that cover it are only earth creatures including rainbows which are
rarely found here anymore
Clouds should not always be gray or black or gray, because of compulsion so that
this earth continues to run according to its nature.
Sometimes when he turns dark he cries and has no power to betray the Sun
The sun is like a father who never gets tired of providing a living for his children,
including the earth and celestial bodies in his command unit.
That's how the orange clouds are in sync with the blue sky where this is a picture
of the world with the trinkets of life
White clouds as if they don't want to betray the sun; sometimes they are
pregnant from the sun's seed
That is the cloud's form of respect for the father with its orange colour
Ayatullah Nurjati
Jala Sutra
Call it Sasongko, he is a person with a much understated appearance, anyone

who sees him will feel comfortable and protected.
It is true that he has Javanese aristocratic descent, but that doesn't make a
difference for residents who live in urban areas such as in Jakarta
With the ring stone that he uses, people often call him a silk net with his ring
Even though what he used was just an ordinary stone that had fiber in it
In the astral world, any genie or demons will run wild if they come
He never studied martial arts or silat, all he knew was sharing between others
we don't know if it's hereditary or indeed she learned something magical
Inner practice, fasting is a ritual that he always does. If various groups see that
he is a person who has high authority
People who understand Javanese Trust always say that the knowledge they use
is Jala Sutra, but that's not the case
Sasongko is just a trader who is honest with life and never loses weight or cheats
on his buyers
Sasongko is a portrait of the reality of honesty where its presence is always
associated with culture, culture and mythology about a belief in the past that
may have been marginalized
He abandoned the breed and lineage of his parents in terms of stratification, with
maturity and modesty he showed another shady face
Ayatullah Nurjati
Fade Away
The longing was stiff, He really wanted to pursue the beauty that resides in this
heart. The feeling of wanting to meet was overflowing wanting to be realized
In the city where She lived, there were lots of memories, even if only a piece of
the story in the past
She looked beautiful in a polite tone as if leaving his ideals about life
Yogyakarta, with the millions of stories and facts that she described, seemed to
leave the story of his life growing up in Jakarta
His study is quite far from her city, our short meeting at Borobudur brought him
to meet her
At that time, it was as if she came like an angel who came down from heaven
When He was amazed by her humble figure, witnessed by the stupa of the
Borobudur temple which seemed to bless our meeting
20 years later, Yogyakarta still looks friendly. Her shadow that has been present
the longer the dots disappear
Memories that will never fade away silently as the city's side changes
The rails and stations remain the same even if one moves
Everything has not changed drastically, what has changed is her shadow when he
visited this city
A city full of memories and praying that one day he can settle down in his old
age, and still he is being an old virgin man
Ayatullah Nurjati
Pray For Cianjur
My earth is throbbing again, the radius of its pulsation is felt thousands of miles
away
Many victims died and also not a few serious injuries
Nature that used to be friendly seems to have now turned into a beast to be lived
The ground throbbed with a series of earthquakes as if undetected by creatures
and sophisticated devices
Lines of beautiful landscapes are presented as if they have become chaotic

because of nature's wrath
Ancient scratches are clearly visible on this island of Java
The risk is indeed living in a disaster-prone area
however, how can the creatures that inhabit this area move just like that, it is
clear that disaster is a friend of creatures, especially humans on this island.
obviously, this is not an easy matter
South Cianjur and a series of other catastrophic events that hit the island and
this country, however, are a sign of awareness for human beings.
God made us aware of something from this event by giving a small signal to the
artificial nature
That with misfortune there is a lesson behind disaster. there is the best reward in
being patient and empathetic to one another
while we pray that this nature and the save victims will soon recover from its
injury and no matter how much we are aware that nothing will be permanent and
eternal on this earth because this world is a stopover in the eternal and
everlasting world, namely in the hereafter.
Ayatullah Nurjati
Teacher Is The Nation's Life
Becoming a trustworthy teacher is not an easy matter, it requires a sense of

conscience and capable tools of sincerity
The bearer and initiator of intelligence that has been proven to really educate the
nation's children
Becoming a transformer to students is clearly not an easy matter; it requires
tools of knowledge and skills wrapped in noble morals
Sometimes you have to give up the knowledge you have, even though you have
obtained it for years, but in a short time you can transform the knowledge you
have gained
Teachers are only predicates, we can find other etymologies such as Ustadz,
Suhu, Shivu, Sensei, Laose or other words that play an important role in the
development of the world of education in other parts of the world
Even though it is difficult to process emotions, by growing up and getting used to
it, emotions are processed to become a constructive motive for students
Teachers are not people who only teach at school or get a degree from the
campus, but teachers can be reached in the world of religion or other formal
education.
Not only diction, etymology and terminology in educating, teaching, guiding,
directing, training, assessing and evaluating participants but real work is needed
for this nation to become quality individuals, both from an intellectual and moral
point of view.
Hopefully with increasing age the sharpness of mind and character will also
increase
Hopefully with maturity the material essence will also mature
Happy birthday to the teachers, I hope your welfare will be even more
established
The role that is carried out may be a reward that will benefit in the afterlife
Ayatullah Nurjati
The Living World
The clouds drift toward a halt at the end of the night

Her belly is big pregnant and getting ready to give birth to coffers and Raindrops
She gave birth prematurely due to the jolt and shock of a flash of thunder
Even though they often live side by side, Lightning is always just fad
acknowledging the clouds
But cloud remains patient in wading through her life and never gets tired of the
causality of his birth
Meanwhile, the sun as a boss is always sincere and sells out his love
Soil, Plants and all the creatures under it always crave their presence even
though it's not always like that
Everything in the heavens and on earth always gives sincerity to all living things
in the world

Palmerah, September 22nd,2022.12: 42 PM
Ayatullah Nurjati
The Poet And The Fisherman
The poet relies on intuition and knitted words wrapped in pen to paper in making
his works
Fishermen rely on strings, hooks and nets to get their catch
They both rely on tides. What distinguishes the two is that poets rely on the tides
of motivation and ideas and fishermen rely on the tides for anchorage
The decline for the poet means the death of creativity and ideas, while for the
fisherman it will be difficult to moor his boat and cannot get ashore.
Both of them often worked at night because it was the biggest tide of their life
With the coming of the silent night ideas and creativity flow for the poet and for
the fisherman that is the ideal catch for his family life
Tide and night determine where the two celestial bodies collide with each other
and are witnessed by the sun in other parts of the world
The sun can only peek at the affair. Poets and fishermen become actors who
embody God's creation

Jakarta,19th November 2022.4: 09 PM (GMT+7)
Ayatullah Nurjati
Not A Cheap Soap Opera
You silence my creativity, I do not remain silent

You silence my imagination, I don't stay silent either
You silence my sense of humour, I don't stay silent either
But if you silence my affection and love for you, I will not remain silent, I rebel
and will not remain silent because love and affection are nature from God.
You patterned the meeting between us like the director, and it was very, very
successful
I am not an antagonistic actor who always has compassion and behaves like a
hero
Moreover, being a protagonist actor who always behaves badly
I am who is flexible looking at life and infects love and compassion
It's enough for you to be an actor who lives our love life together—where we
complement each other
You don't have to try to be a producer, creative team or part of the profession in
the world of television, soap operas or movies
Let the angels be witnesses of our journey and continuation of life
Let it be part of our love endeavour will be answered by God as the director and
producer
Ayatullah Nurjati
Nothing Lasts Forever On This Earth
Every Action will be seen from how are the movement

Because humans are weak creatures who always hope to His Greatness
Because of the power of Adam and Eve and their descendants until we are in
various regions in deployment
Even though humans are caliphs on this earth, they still have weakness
The world and its contents are a place to stop and are served various forms of
halal food and drinks with a view delicious
It's just a matter of how humans feel grateful for His creation in Grateful
Babies who have been born through their mother's womb are a form of Joyous
This is what distinguishes between humans and animals and their usefulness
aspects of Meaningful
Let animals use their instincts regardless of the fate of this earth by destroying
each other dramatically
humans should act and behave abundance
as their duty on this earth must be commensurate comprehensively
don't just show morals and destructive behaviour, let alone pragmatic in
performance
Earth and its inhabitants are waiting to be visited again and run after
Our task as humans individually and in groups is to seek charity because the
world is the field of the hereafter and Let God's judgment be proven in the
Hereafter
Slipi, October 31st,2022. © Ayatullah Nurjati @poemhunter.com
Ayatullah Nurjati
I Don't Know How To Say Goodbye To You
I Don't know why this feeling is getting more and more indifferent until it's hard
to absorb your existence
I Don't know why this feeling is getting more and more indifferent until it's hard
to feel your role
And I don't know why this feeling is getting more and more indifferent until it's
hard to see what phenomenon you want
And again, I don't know this feeling is getting more and more indifferent until it's
very difficult for what I sacrificed a lot for you
Right now, I feel like I don't know how to act

Because I see that every day you only use me with my sincere attitude
It's true that this love has to sacrifice, but the capital sacrifices what you want
I must be indifferent to you, must also be indifferent to this feeling, let time tell
how love will be met later
Ayatullah Nurjati
Metonymy Of Love Nation
I, He, She, He, It, They and We included our group believe that love of the
homeland or nationalism is part of faith
In 1926 an agreement was formed on how to be independent in sects
Long before Indonesia's independence day in August 17th,1945, my tolerant and
democratic group always glorified how to love the homeland
The Great Groups in the world have never declared to fight or coup d'etat and
have never carried out any co-optation until now even though our community
members are very numerous in this country.
Until now it has been 1 century if we count it with the Hijri calendar
Still, my group upholds the value of religious and state tolerance
Until now, my group remains tolerant and democratic
The more mature age in this toriqoh makes me more and more understand and
learn the value of democracy by putting aside the ego that is stuck in my brain,
heart and feelings. Hopefully with increasing age the values of religion, nation
and state will also increase
Ayatullah Nurjati
Fatamorgana Cinta
Cinta memang tak selalu dipertemukan di musim gugur

Cinta memang tak juga selalu ditautkan pada sisi ruang waktu dalam sewindu
Cinta memang sakral dan selalu hadir dalam relung hati sang pencinta
Cinta selalu saja datang tanpa permisi
Pemuda belia terkantup dalam rona warna cinta

Pemudi belia tertambat esensi makna cinta
Jurang pemisah selalu menjadi aral yang selalu saja melintang dan tak ayal
menjadi sebuah penentu keteguhan cinta mereka
Sang pemuda selalu berharap meski cinta tak hadir padanya
Ketika cinta berlabuh mengapa orangtua mereka menanggalkan idealisme cinta

yang mereka miliki
Mengapa perbedaan selalu menjadi pemisah dan seolah menista cinta
Alam semesta cinta bersama galaksi kasih sayang selalu saja mengorbit pada
posisinya
Sulitnya menggapai cinta laksana fatamorgana dalam kehidupan ilusi nan utopia
Kebumen,13 Juni,1999
Ayatullah Nurjati
Gray October At Kanjuruhuan Stadium
The dark night is commensurate with the clouds that roll up the clouds so that
the moonlight is no longer visible
Seen sad and blue emotion in an area at that time
Just when this nation celebrates the Pancasila Sanctity Day
However, it was marred by an incident in the world of football which he said was
a public spectacle
The Magnificent Stadium studded with sparkling flashing lights seemed to be a

witness to this heart-breaking incident
I don't know who started it. Maybe the fans are still mature and immature or
indeed the officers who are still young in responding to this small tragic incident.
Football is clearly a people's sport. It can be played from children to elders
However, why are the fans strange and unpretentious, let alone the officials even
taking part in the competition
Kanjuruhan is a witness to the tragedy of October 1st,2022

Life stretches in the name of football
The victim's parents will not be willing and happy with the pronunciation of the
word 'football'
We pray for the victims who have died so that they can face His mercy calmly
while praying that this incident will not happen again in the future.
© Ayatullah Nurjati @ poemhunter.com, October 5th,2022
Ayatullah Nurjati
Amber Of September
This month means a lot to me

Once in this month in a different year I ever wanted to betray, absolutely yes,
still in September
joy and sadness, and anger as if synergistic with the date printed on each
almanac, became a lifeline for me
history was engraved on how Ares was angry by burning several mountains that
were on this earth at that time and still existed in September
History has ever recorded that a people has been threaten and betray to this
nation and it was really difficult to be forgiven and become burdensome
That's thing was really like Fruits and vegetables have also been harvested but
why is there trouble in my area, it correctly yes, also in September
Similar to the reality that is currently happening today to the cumbersome people
The leaves that have started to fall and dry up and look amber

At the end of September 2022,11: 04 PM
Ayatullah Nurjati
Engineering Love
We were separated for more than 7 years

When separated, there is no sense of longing clumps up, as if it's normal
Like, love and affection are hampered because of logic and ethics
Until one day there was an engineering love that you did that is manipulation,
but is it true or my feelings are mixed with lust to have you?
If I had known it would end like this, it would be better if we didn't have to meet,
let alone communicate from the start.
It's painful in the end though. Playing with that feeling is never fun or exciting.
The meeting did have an element of intention on your part, but if there was no
God's design, there would be no meeting
This feeling of mine had soared far through the mirage of the sky but then fell
limply to the edge of the earth and just realized that maybe I was dreaming and
fell right behind the bed near the wall opposite the neighbor's tile
Maybe it's because this age has faded, so I don't do anything reckless to love you
Or indeed the barrier is made because of God's gift. I don't know, right now I'm
just enjoying the process of loving you even though I don't have you
Loving you like longing the sun when this heart is drained by the storm

September 23rd,2022.09: 48 AM
Ayatullah Nurjati
An Integrated Waste Management Site
I'm a citizen who lives near an integrated waste management site

Here you can find citizens who are silent with stability
The adult male scavenger is in a suit and tie and the female is dressed
Their children look beautiful or handsome and tidy up
Indeed, the trash can smell of garbage, especially near public toilets, it's
impossible to smell good
Can you imagine how it smells?
Outside or in the trash can arena, that's the case, but it's different if you come,
stop by and visit the houses of the residents, there you find the aroma of a house
full of fragrances and the arrangement of a luxurious and elegant house is no
exception to my house.
The garbage cart puller there has a classy luxury car and is clearly the opposite
of reality exists. How ironic
Palmerah. September 20th,2022.8: 36 Am

Ayatullah Nurjati
Country Of Donations
In a land I found that its rulers all eat the best food
Meanwhile, the common people only eat rice and side dishes sometimes just chili
sauce or salt
The rulers and their rulers are inlaid with gold and diamonds
Meanwhile, the common people still have bamboo rooms or semi-permanent
houses made of used plywood
Philanthropy, Donations make the community strong

Instead, equality is just an illusion and a dream in broad daylight
Everyone needs to eat and the portion of food will be higher if the position in
stratification or the level of the position is high
The lower the level, the smaller the portion of the meal
Winda, the secretary of a government institution, comfortably and eternally sits

in her soft chair and luxury car
Wati the washing porter sits and sleeps on the floor and a worn-out bicycle she
often goes to work
Wicaksono, the assistant to the regional leader, always uses office vehicle
facilities in his personal name
Wira, the online motorcycle online driver, has to heat up for the sake of a can of
milk for his infant son.
Palmerah. August 29th,2022

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Ayatullah Nurjati
Malam Kelam
Sinkronisasi malam mengejewantahkan asa yang terbius Impian

Perasaan gundah gulana terbersit oleh coreng morengnya kehidupan
Mengapai langit mengais kelambu
Bias - sirna ditelan kejamnya riam ketertindasan
Fenomena--nomena wanita terrefleksi hasrat menderu

Dunia yang sarat akan birunya rembulan
Hanya sebatas koridor maya dalam labirin
Meraih kemilaunya impian

Kapan semua itu terjadi?
Hanya tikus got dan kecoklah yang tahu
Grogol 10 September 2002
Ayatullah Nurjati
Sapi Perah Merah
Terjerembab dalam kepenatan

Kidung surya menyerigaikan kegamangan
Bulan memacu hasrat temaram
Bintang berpagut segan
Langit terikat karam
Aku terkulai nelangsa
Asa pekat terkulai pasrah
Kehidupan sendu terasa
Karena kekayaan binal milik mahluk berkerah
Aku, mereka, kamu, dia adalah sapi perah
Semuanya adalah mahluk merah liar
Sementara kucing gedung tersipu gundah
Planet biru luruh bergetar
Detak waktu yang tersiar, - aksioma dilematis
Menggantung mimpi di ufuk mentari
Pedang menyayat sadis
Kegamangan silih berganti
Hidup yang sesat terbitlah sudah
Karena telah tinggal di tempat basah
Akankah hidup ini terasa cerah?
Jawabannya ada di ujung jembatan tol
Lho gimana dengan hotel berbintang lima yang berselingkuh dengan aparat
Hutan yang diperkosa oleh para penjilat
Ubur-ubur yang tergusur lulur - kasur
Kententraman alam dihiasi dengan syukur
Jakarta 19 Juni 2003
Ayatullah Nurjati
Renungan Malam
Aku adalah lelaki kurus hasrat

Kugantungkan asaku lewat rumput-rumput terjal
Aku juga adalah lelaki yang terbungkus kaleng berkarat
Kukais kehidupan yang binal
Terkadang aku bosan dengan realitas
Fenomena hijau dalam keabsolutan dan bangunan wajah-wajah kehampaan
Norma yang bermain lewat hasrat yang tertindas
Sirna ditelan bumi yang ditampilkan lewat kesombongan
Bintang jalang yang selalu berpenampilan elegan - buas
Matahari kemilau yang tertelungkup dalam kebisuan
Bulan yang sadar dengan perselingkuhan - bias
Aku mengamini itu semua sebagai suatu refleksi keindahan yang terisolir
Alam yang menyuguhkan kehidupan setara melalui darah yang mengalir
Refleksi malam dalam aku termanggu di ruang kostku yang sesak dengan
kehampaan. Mau kemana arah langkahku?
Jum'at Malam 01 May 2003.1.43 Pagi
Ayatullah Nurjati
Garbage Park
In a dirty place full of rotten smell, there is a beauty

The scavengers who deposit plastic and various types of trash that can be
recycled
But no with Sunarti, the teenager who is not yet 17 years old, has to fight hard
to live by scavenging
She was forced to leave her hometown because he was lulled by the promise of
being employed as a slave to support her aging mother and younger siblings.
But another fact. When she first set foot in Jakarta, she was brought in by a
broker who promised to turn her into a housemaid
It turns out that he has to work in a sparkling place that is ready to present a
moment of beauty
Turns out the person who promised her a job was a pimp
She must let go of the norms and ethics that he has imprinted in her life
But she rebelled and ran away from reality and turned into a disease of society
She languishes to live on the streets, armed with the belief that he picks up
mineral water bottles, cans and all things that can be recycled to the garbage
collector.
Indeed, the body is dirty but the strokes of beauty never fade
Garbage gardens are like a dry paradise, all enjoyed in a maze
She remains steadfast in her belief and purity even though sometimes many
teases her
She still holds the norms and ethics where her religion teaches her how to
behave
She is a teenager who has to let go of her youth to have fun. It's time for good
luck to bring him to a reality
Palmerah, August 25th,2022

Ayatullah Nurjati
Pemirsa Yang Budiman
Aku terhimpit oleh buku hitam milik para juragan

Aku terobsesi oleh gegap gempitanya matahari
Terangsang hasrat biru yang elegan
Kadang - sering terinjak oleh rumput di pagi hari
Dimanakah letak awan kelam?

Dimanakah letak anjing kelang, -
Dimanakah wajah pucat pasi-lebam?
Di sinilah bisa kau temukan wajah congkrang-terangsang, -

Ah, itu adalah ilusi buta-buas
Sinergi dengan asa terjal yang berada di puncak MONAS

Kaleng perlente memuaskan libidonya dengan buih-buih kemasyuran-terkais
Sementara aku hanya menjadi pemirsa yang budiman-BIAS

Semua sampah yang tak ayal menjadi distorsi-logis-empiris
Semua menyajikan topeng-topeng yang mengasyikan
Cicak, daun salam, jangkrik seakan malu dibuatnya
Sementara macan ompong memperdaya kecoak borok nan dekil
Lantas bagaimana aku yang tak berdaya melihat itu semua?
Semua, - termasuk aku adalah pasir di kolam renang, - dikelilingi wanita lajang
edan
23.07.03/2.56 pagi
Ayatullah Nurjati
Goa Jati Jajar
Sepasang merpati datang karena sebutir janji

Terbang merayap mengayuh pundi-pundi udara
Pohon-pohon tegar dalam musim yang pening
Antara cinta dan keinginan jala sutra
Telur bundar kandas sepadan tanah mengering

Mengikat diri sepasang merpati menuai hasrat di muka goa
Raden kamandaka menjadi saksi atas kisah kasih mereka
Semoga dengan daun yang gugur tidak menampar dawai gitar
Kebumen 1999
Ayatullah Nurjati
Simpangan Pabrik Ubin
air menyibakkan keranuman malam

guntur gemuruh luruh menyematkan keinginan kisruh
pohon-pohon menanggalkan daun-daunnya
angin berhembus ke ubun-ubun

dingin merasuk ke jiwa gamang
tubuh tergerai oleh peluh asin
aspal menorehkan tinta hitam pada kendaraan yang lalu-lalang
simpangan pabrik ubin kutermenung di kelebatan hujan yang pening seiring

peluh menetes di tubuh nan lunglai ini
ingin kulumat wanita di sebelahku

ingin kuajak dia bercengkrama dalam hujan yang hening
ingin kutanggalkan hasratnya dalam erangan musim semi
gadis dewasa berperasaan elegan terkesima derai air menetes

Simpangan Pabrik Ubin 22/03/04
Ayatullah Nurjati
Taken For Granted: Untuk Sebuah Nama
keranuman hidup merekah terdesak invansi kelopak mata

janggut meretas kosong dalam persemaian para bidadari
lidah payau berseteru dengan gigi—terikat suara parau
hidung tergagap silau pada sebuah laksamana hati
wanita syahdu dengan syal melingkar membusungkan dada mengernyitkan

dahinya yang memasung ketamakan
bersemi kuda laut megah bersitegang dengan lumba-lumba di palung hati
untuk sebuah nama terselubung diantara sekelumit catatan hari
solitare dan remi tergagap karena menjadi racun santapan
Tubuh Pekat menggeliat dibelai sang idaman hati

Lelaki—ayah menghasilkan suatu yang bermakna
Wanita—ibu-ibu bersalin demi suatu kausalitas naluri
Perjaka dan perawan lesung dalam kepanikan jentera
Untuk sebuah nama sakral diagungkan suatu ekspansi hati

kupu-kupu malam Kudus gamang karena telah diperkosa hak hidupnya
Preman mendesah karena lapar hatinya
Untuk sebuah nama yang abadi kembali kuberteriak hendak menyibakkan suatu
kesan bahwa kau adalah seorang yang bersih kukuh dalam ransum keindahan
dan siapapun kau……
aku malu.
Ciputat 3.19 sore/25/04/04
Ayatullah Nurjati
Potret Diri
Jiwaku meranggas terseok angin putting beliung terenyuh sang biduan hati
Bilik bambu terpesan adneralin terasa sesak
Air pekak tertanam semerbak gaun muda
Otak ambyar tertata
Atap megah ke kerajaan perawan

Rambut lusuh teringat akan panglima perkasa
Jantung berpacu balada pupus
Bait galuh beraksara jawa
Sebutir pekerjaan senja menunggu terjemahan tabiat merah putih—tungku

dengan arang hitam
Secarik ijasah sulit meraih buku catatan yang berpacu pada photo hitam putih
Sehelai kemeja pemuas hasrat mundur cepat
Kartu nama dalam ceruk buruk
Tanjung Duren 12/07/04.12.45
Ayatullah Nurjati
Lengger Dance
In the middle to the southern edge of the island of Java, there is a beautiful
synergy with culture
3 regencies in the area maintain an art contract in culture
People other than the Kalibagor and Jatilawang areas call it Ronggeng dance
This dance is different from the usual dance that is always performed
Lengger will not be marginalized by the times as long as Batu raden always
displays its charm for its travelers
This breed of Tayub dance has succeeded in reaching all over Java
Serat Centini is a witness to how this work was born
Not only dance performances and calung as accompaniment, but there is a moral
message from the dancers
Palmerah. August 22nd,2022

Ayatullah Nurjati
Manusia Saraf
Aku adalah manusia saraf

Aku kadang miskin taraf
Kukeluhkan kehidupan yang marak
Kusiulkan makna-makna tersirat
Bermain dengan plastik yang terlindas
Kau Adalah Venus Berparas

Kau seakan tak pernah lelah untuk berinteraksi dengan wajah duniawi
Aku bersenggama dengan mentari yang bebas

Karena itu aku pantas menyebutmu sang dewi
Apakah dengan warna kita bisa memacu kemilaunya sang amor yang lelah tuk
berludah
Simfoni dan elegy tentang mahluk yang berbeda
Orang gila dan sang dewi yang masduk akan gamblangnya sang katak berwarna
hitam
Tanjung Duren 28/08/03/ jam 11 lewat di pagi hari
Ayatullah Nurjati
Terbungkus Dalam Keabsurdan
Refleksi kehidupan yang terjalin dalam kepandiran

Semua luluh lantah karena ungkapan
Agama yang menyajikan keindahan, - bercermin melalui kekerasan
Dimanakah asa yang menyajikan sebuah perdamaian
Angkat kesombongan yang sinergi dengan gayung kekuatan absolut
Perang menjajikan sebuah untaian makna dan jalinan aral

Salahkah jika aku mengatakan bahwa itu ulah para politikus seniman
Yang membawakan asa biru untuk para pengemis penghasut
Atas nama agama yang sakral

Peluh yang menetes pada setiap jalinan kekuatan
Sirna saat mereka mengangkat itu lewat agama
Salahkah jika aku mengatakan itu semua adalah durjana

Penyajian para penguasa lalim yang berorasi lewat kelaparan
Einstein menangis dan berpagut dalam kegamangan
Karena semua penguasa menggunakan kebobrokan budinya
Einstein tertipu oleh mahligai janji-janji atas nama keindahan
Jadi, bukan karena agama, negara. Akan tetapi karena oknumnya
12.30 Malam. Ciputat,20 April 2003
Ayatullah Nurjati
Untuk Kekasihku
Biru tak lagi sendu—nila tak sebegitu gila

Merah tak lagi parah—hitam tak lagi kelam
Hijau tak lagi silau—jingga tak seteguh belangga
Kuning tak lagi pening—putih tak lagi bersih
Hidup terkais suatu keindahan

Warna-warni menggeliat dibelai suatu keinginan
Hiruplah udara bersih yang menjadi suatu tambatan nasib
Kuatlah setegar batu, lemah—lembut layaknya kupu-kupu, berontaklah sekuat
macan. hidup bukan untuk diperkosa hak-haknya, hidup adalah suatu kausalitas
naluri yang bergejolak sesuai dengan apa kata hati nurani
Kemenangan yang diraih adalah suatu kelenturan nurani

Kau wanita tegar, kuat, lembut, bergejolak
Kau wanita dan aku adalah pria, - wanita yang berhasrat putih melewati suatu
kehidupan sementara pria yang tersumbat kepekaan hendak dibelai oleh sang
wanita

Meronta dan tetapkan dan hancurkan sang pembuang di persimpangan dalam
luka yang tercecer
Menggeliatlah resah dalam kepekaan
Antara dua segi kau dapat mengerti begitu indahnya kasih sayang
Berselimutlah dengan senandung kehidupan
Tersenyumlah, tersenyumlah sayang. Usah kau ragu tentang arti hidup ini
TANJUNG DUREN 03 AGUSTUS 2004. JAM 12.31 MALAM
Ayatullah Nurjati
Cokek Dance
Two cultural bands diffuse in a dance art

Kebaya that was used by woman dancers seem to be in sync with the
movements of the dancers
The shawl attached to his body seemed to take off the burden of suffering,
sorrow and sadness of the audience
Circular motion is a causality of life that is always rotating
The male and female dancers are close together but they never touch
The beat and the rhythm of the Gambang Keromong become an accompaniment
to the dance ballet
Even though it's rarely seen every day, hopefully it won't run out of time
Sad indeed, that art has begun to be marginalized according to the area where it
was created
August 9th,2022.7: 38 AM
Ayatullah Nurjati
Mirage Of Love
Love is not always met in the fall

Love is not always linked to the space-time side of the wind
Love is sacred and always present in the recesses of the lover's heart
Love always comes without permission
Young youths are immersed in the colours of love

Young girls tethered to the essence of the meaning of love
The gulf has always been an obstacle that always crosses and no doubt becomes
a determinant of the strength of their love
The young man always hopes even though love is not present to him
When love is anchored, why do their parents abandon their idealism of love?
Why do differences always separate and seem to insult love
The universe of love with the galaxy of love is always orbiting in its position
The difficulty of reaching love is like a mirage in a utopian illusory life
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Kebumen, June 13rd,1999
Ayatullah Nurjati
All About Love
When I saw her face feels shady

When I hear his voice, my heart is full of beauty
When I saw her eyes, I feel this body is weak and helpless
When I saw her body, I feel like I want to embrace her
But it's just an illusion for sure When I want to meet him why is there a hijab
that separates us both
This feeling is so strong and I have never felt like it in my whole life
Let me quench this longing because right now I can't have you
Indeed, philosophers, prophets, sages, poets say love doesn't have to belonging
Maybe love for creatures is like this, there is always disappointment

That's the fact
As creatures we must try to love God and love His Messenger
Maybe by loving them, we will be given love in this world and all life becomes
colourful and meaningful

August 3rd,2022.1: 34 PM
Ayatullah Nurjati
Indonesian Independence Day
3.5 centuries and 3.5 years of fighting for independence from the shackles of
colonialism that plagued this nation
This nation has been independent right on August 17,1945
The heroes, both from the religious leaders, pure fighters from among the youth
and parents
Many are willing to die, shed sweat and blood for the sake of this nation's
independence
Even 77 years this nation has declared its independence

Have you ever understood the meaning of independence?
Many things can be done to fill his independence
The stretched life may be commensurate with the successor of independence
Don't pawn the independence of this country for the misguided profit of yourself
and your group
The independence that has been achieved, don't bother with the desire of your
stomach, my friend
This freedom is not only yours and your group's. The independence of this
country is a common property
You, you and I must fill independence with concrete and concrete evidence

August 2nd,2022.10: 40 AM
Ayatullah Nurjati
You Have Metamorphozed Into A Wild Butterfly
Your joy is fading day by day

After so long I've known you, your jokes have disappeared as you mature
The joke, the greeting that you always say seems to disappear
You don't know me anymore
A career that leads you to let go of your current cheerfulness

You are enslaved by the desire of the establishment
You have changed and metamorphosed into a creature I no longer recognize.
Have you removed your cocoon to become an exotic wild butterfly but I don't
know
I seem to pray that you will return to your true self who became a caterpillar that
never metamorphosed. And I really miss it

August 2nd,2022.7: 31 AM
Ayatullah Nurjati
Torch Parade
It has been 2 years since the diffusion of a unified religion and culture has not
been carried out and only this year it has been done
The pandemic has blocked the joint lines of cultural and religious life
Praise God the pandemic had been passed
The old and epic tradition is so beautiful to see and broadcast now
Maybe some people think it's weird but not with our community
The combination of the lunar and solar calendars is a witness to how the ritual
took place
Indeed, the moon and sun orbiting the sun are always anomaly and erratic,
sometimes slightly deviating from their initial orbits, but that's how nature is with
its trinkets.
Torch parade welcoming the Hijri new year to witness

How to reflect on the new year not in pragmatic ways let alone with luxury
The excitement of Islamic New Year is interpreted by praising His name and also
His Messenger
Muharram is the first determinant of where we stand and hopefully this year will
be better than last year. Insya Allah

Kota Bambu Selatan, July 28th,2022.08: 00 PM
Ayatullah Nurjati
Kupanjatkan Doa Padamu Ya Tuhan
Alamku telah udzur

Pondasi yang menopang tanahnya telah renta
Dapur magmanya telah bocor kemana-mana
Ketika bocor mendorong ke pelbagai arah, gunung-gunung menjadi reaktif
karena sumpalannya telah terlepas begitu saja
Entah ini ulah manusia atau memang rekayasa Tuhan

Tuhan masih sayang pada setiap insan manusia di muka bumi ini
Planet ini kerap kali berdenyut, denyutannya terkadang menjadi tanda
keEsaanNya
Semakin kerap berdenyut maka kita harus semakin dekat kepada Sang pemilik
Alam ini
Larva yang menghujam ke langit akan membuat ekosistem daratan di sekitar

menjadi subur
Akan tetapi kok sering sekali ya terjadinya
Kuncen di bumi adalah orang-orang soleh yang semakin banyak Tuhan panggil
kehadiratNya
Kita berharap agar Tuhan jangan memanggil mereka semua, jika memang
terjadi, Apalah dunia tanpa mereka
Ya Tuhan Engkaulah pemilik napas, Jasad, Ruh dan seisi alam semesta ini.
Tolong jangan kau dera kami dengan ujian yang tak kami mampu untuk
memikulnya
Ayatullah Nurjati
Jamu--Obat Pelipur Lara
Ada senandung rasa pahit yang tak pernah terbantahkan

Ketika lidah mengecap suatu rasa yang meledak ke penjuru mulut
Dari setiap tegukan menginformasikan ke otak tentang rasa pahit
Di negara ku kayak akan rempah-rempah yang walaupun katanya banyak
warganya yang terinfeksi corona virus akan tetapi banyak sekali yang
menggunakan jamu sebagai obat sebelum pandemik melanda
Semua penyakit ada obatnya

Begitu juga rasa kangen yang melanda di kalbuku
Walaupun rasa pahit selalu menyelimuti kalbuku Ketika kuingin mengenyam
keindahan bersamaMu
Pahit yang tak pernah mau berkompromi dengan rasa manis akan tetapi sangat
bermanfaat dan mengobati kalbuku yang kering akan penghijauan lagi
Ayatullah Nurjati
Imagination And Creativity In Fenomena And
Noumena
Imagination plays with reason, leaving logic and intuition behind

Imagination comes along nicely with the fact on fire
Imagination comes along ratio always play in feeling and thinking in bound
Imagination makes come true if we trying it the strong desire
Creativity by science will be got if the material of thinking is existed

Creativity by intuition will be formed by expert in intellectual spectrum
Creativity by motivation will be made in experiences will be seen exited
Creativity by imagination will be seen eccentric in innovation of artist forum
Phenomenon in imagination like being present like religion or philosophy to

mankind
Phenomenon in creativity involving attitude is a must in creating a work
Phenomenon of philosophers in their objects and sense make this life become
colourful, pungent to the humankind
Phenomenon of artists in their objects and sense make this life become fact and
the see as it as work
Imagination and creativity marry and pair nicely with the logic of removing the
existing idealism
Imagination and creativity will not be divorced as long as philosophers and
artists, both writers, humanists and artists from newly famous or already famous
ones, always put forward phenomena and noumena about the facts of life as an
idealism
July 20th,2022.02: 06 PM
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Ayatullah Nurjati
Love Without Ulterior Motives
Every day I'm surprised to see you who are increasingly different from usual
You said that you love me
But what I feel is clearly the other way around
You seem to want to sell your love for your desires to me
Are there always strings attached to the universe of love?

Is there any reciprocity for lovers?
Do I have to be a slave to your love who always serves you as a big madam
I've been lazy in this relationship for a long time. Luckily the contract hasn't been
signed yet
Pure love must be selfless

The universe was created by God because of His selfless taste
The moon that always accompanies the Earth wherever it orbits
The sun that always illuminates the Milky Way galaxy and his love for life will not
fade. I want you so my dear
Palmerah, July 19th,2022.6: 45 AM (GMT +7)

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Ayatullah Nurjati
Merunduk Luruh Dalam Keagungannya
Angin berdesir gemulai mendorong awan untuk menanggalkan pundi-pundi

esensinya yakni air murni berupa rintik hujan
Pohon dengan daunnya nan rimbun menjuntai ke tanah merunduk dalam
keanggunganNya
Para hewan melata hingga mamalia mengimani fenomena itu seraya berdzikir
Bebatuan yang Nampak mati seolah bergerak dan bertumbuh
Hewan-hewan yamg bermetamorfosis dari air ke tanah atau dari tanah,

pepohonan ke udara pun seolah mengimani itu sebagai sebuah kausalitas
ekosistem duniawi
Hewan yang tak tampak mata hingga yang terbesar selalu mengikuti nuraninya
dalam sebuah rantai makanan
Wilayah vulkanik tua tempo dulu bekas amukan gunung berapi purba telah lama
mendingin dan membuat semua nampak terlihat semakin asri
Sungai penjelmaan ular yakni lukolo menjadi sebuah bukti bagaimana alam ini
terbentuk
Dasar samudra dengan lempeng yang saling bertubrukan telah tersingkap

bagaimana bumi ini terbentuk melalui proses sunatullah
Sungguh alam menyuguhkan sinergi antara biota darat, udara hingga laut
Gunung Wadasputih, Bukit Paras, Bukit Kruwet, Bukit Duwur dan Bukit Indrakila
seolah ajeg dengan kemegahan yang mereka miliki
Jangan sampai mereka tergadai apalagi terkikis oleh para manusia rakus karena
mereka di dalam habitatnya selalu luruh, menunduk dalam keagunganNya
Ayatullah Nurjati
Perselingkuhan Malam
Saat malam menyerigai

Ngengat yang beranjak tuk dinas malam
Jangkrik pavaroti yang memainkan orkestra
Aku yang berteman sendu terbalut oleh asa yang terjumput oleh kepekaan
Kodok bethloven yang bersuara tenor seakan tak lelah tuk bersenandung
Di dalam kerinduan yang seakan terbujur awan tebal
Kebertemankan malam yang bisu tetapi setia
Kunang-kunang Cleopatra seakan terbahak dan mengisak perselingkuhan
Rokok dan pena usang tak lelah tuk berpijak dari sandaran—tereliminir oleh
sebuah inspirasi tentang seorang pujangga gembel yang berpagut kasih dengan
seorang dewi utopia
Dirilis 29 Februari-kosong empat, Jam 1: 12 Pagi
Ayatullah Nurjati
Tarian Eblek
Ada ritual Tarian Eblek yang banyak orang menyebut dengan kata lain seperti
Ebek, Kuda Lumping, Jarang Kepang, Jaranan Butho, Jathilan atau entah apalah
namanya
Penari yang semua pria dan penontonya baik pria dan wanita bisa kesurupan
Dukunnya sampai keteteran kalau sampai itu terjadi
Hawa mistis menyeruak ketika hal tersebut ditampilkan
Sampai hal tersebut menjadi keinginan para wistawan local dan asing untuk
berkunjung melihat pementasan tersebut
Sebuah difusi kebudayaan yang bersanding apik dengan agama local
Sebuah property kuda-kudaan terbuat dari bamboo dan tali rapia yang
ditunggangi seakan hidup dan liar ketika ditunggangi
Memang banyak unsure magis dalam kesenian yang mengakar pada tarian di
daerahku
Jathil menjadi pioneer kavaleri dari kesenian itu

Butho Lawas selalu hadir singgah dan turut serta mewarnai ritual itu
Eblek sebuah kesenian historis di Jawa hingga Bali saat ini sudah mulai
terpinggirkan
Eblek jangan pernah terkubur dengan masa depan dan bilamana itu terjadi
mereka akan menganggur dan bingung untuk mencari profesi lain para bangsa
Astral
Kutoarjo, May 11th,1998

Ayatullah Nurjati
The Tip Of The Island Of Java
I traced the end of the northern coastline of the island of Java to the south on
There
There is an undeniable beauty for a long time
The mystery and majesty that God has given to my world, on There
The beauty that may have only been explored a little by the human in the past
even though they have been sucking the pure honey for a long time
Nature always recycles even though new style invaders like me and you who live
and settle in this era always suck the essence of the spirit on there
The natural honey that is served on this island will definitely never run out for a
long time
Along with the explosion, the new style invaders are always exploring nature and
polluting it with their wrongdoings, but nature is always polite and humble, even
though sometimes he is a little angry but he always wants to make up with us in
there
My nature—your nature and ours are all spread out from the air, land and water
are juxtaposed for us so that we can enjoy, be grateful and celebrate His creation
for a long time
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Panimbang, January 23rd,2022.5: 51 Am
Ayatullah Nurjati
Bagaskara The Fisherman's Son
Call it Bagaskara, the son of a fisherman who now has to support his mother and
younger siblings
He's only 15 years old
The harshness of nature has shaped him to be strong and humble, abundant
catches and the difficulty of getting fuel for fishing have become his daily life.
The waves crashing, the slap of the wind and the storm that hit him as if he was
used to it at his ripe age
His father had to die because of a disease that had no cure

The economy is difficult to prevent him from seeking treatment because he could
not receive health insurance for no where
He has been forged by his father armed with good maritime knowledge
Their family are real fishermen
He must leave the world of education for the sake of a decent living for his family
Harapan Island in the Thousand Islands, Jakarta is his shelter and the sea is his
main home
Her mother was forced to let her go because of a bond of the essence of her
young children
He was forced to give up for the success of his younger siblings' education
The island is indeed a tourist destination, both local and foreign

It looks very exotic and the islanders look well established from the outside
But not with his family. His family was eroded by the waves and material
abrasion and became small white sands that adorn the vast waters of Jakarta
It's sad, but that's life must go on

Pulau Harapan July 2nd,2019
Ayatullah Nurjati
Silent Sonnet
This time I'm just silent

Not because I'm not critical but I just want to be a loyal audience and listener
I don't do much and I don't want to make any movement
Because the truth only belongs to the policy maker
It's useless when you become an actor but never understand where you are
Being an actor requires conscience
Not only want to be seen in shows but show who you are
even though it's weird I see but I just stay silent as consequence
At this time, I already like my silent position as the embodiment of the process of
maturity of life
In this way, I will improve where your position is
I will not give any input because it always poses in life
because basically all humans have their respective positions and they must know
where she or he is
So, take it easy when you are performing in a show, because this is not a theatre
performance
Never wear a mask to cover your problems, because your good nature is your
temperament, show it in performance
Kota Bambu Selatan, June 26th,2022

Ayatullah Nurjati
With Or Without You
With or without you, the sun will still rise

With or without you, still Monday will be the beginning of the day and Sunday will
be the end of the day
With or without you, life will still go on
With or without you, I will always go through night and morning
The sea will rise and fall with or without you

The moon will orbit the earth and the earth will orbit the sun with or without you
My life will never change with or without you
I will leave the memories even if only for a moment even with or without you
Slipi, June 25th,2022.10: 33 PM

Ayatullah Nurjati
For A Poet With The Name Of Widji Thukul
A promise has been made

Promises made by humans that were either true or not
Towards twilight the age has been tied and the promise has not yet been
revealed
Promises in the veins were sure to be debts that must be paid
34 years have been treaded through a long sequence of life that also has not
seen the bright spot
Ambition, desire and desire in the heart are mixed in all lines of life
He must have realized how beautiful life was always embroidered with an
essence of achievement
Obviously this country has never guaranteed the lives of poets
He was a poet who always produced works but there was no recognition
Indeed, class was always a distortion and a differentiator
His hoarse voice boomed down to the bottom of the Indian Ocean to the Pacific
Ocean
Until now, his existence has disappeared like it was swept away by the wind
26 Years disappeared no matter where he is

This elegant yet poor but rich in character poet is indeed critical, as critical as the
prices of basic necessities and fuel that soar to the sky.
At that time in this country it was easy to say, but when it was critical it would be
silenced
The enemies of rulers are poets who speak discordant
The faucet of democracy has started to flow

Worth the flow of the Watershed that flows downstream
I hope that there will be no more poets who disappear because they are anti-
social
Hopefully, with the maturity of democracy, we can combine constructive criticism
Jakarta, June 25th,2022

Ayatullah Nurjati
Drown In His Greatness
A gentle breeze pushes the clouds to let go of their essence, which is pure water
in the form of raindrops
A tree with its lush leaves hanging to the ground bowed in His majesty
Creeping animals to mammals believe in this phenomenon while doing Dhikr
Rocks that look dead seem to move and grow
Animals that metamorphose from water to soil or from soil, trees to the air seem
to believe in it as a causality of the earthly ecosystem.
Animals that are invisible to the eye to the largest always follow their conscience
in a food chain
The old vulcanized area, the former raging ancient volcano, has long cooled and
made everything look more beautiful
The river of snake incarnation, Lukolo, is a testament to how nature was formed
The ocean floor with plates colliding with each other has revealed how the earth
was formed through the process of Sunatullah
Nature presents a synergy between land, air and sea biota
Wadasputih Mountain, Paras Hill, Kruwet Hill, Duwur Hill and Indrakila Hill as if
steady with the splendor they have
Do not let them be pawned let alone eroded by greedy humans because they in
their habitat always fall down, bowing in His majesty
Wadasmalang, May 16th,1997

Ayatullah Nurjati
Full Strawberry Moon
Causality of the wife who always follows where her husband goes
They are always united in various joints
They orbit following their in-laws and ancestors who still survive
Sun as the elder and chief of the tribe always protects its citizens because of
god's command
There is a ritual that cannot be lost when the earth and the moon are side by
side
The husband is the earth who always provides for his children including all of us
The wife is the moon, not Venus let alone mars which always follows earth
Often the moon makes up with the beauty of the body and the red hue on her
beautiful face
The moon has never been an anomaly, let alone an affair

His obedient nature has always been the protector of his husband
The husband, wrapped in blue cloth, is always the provider of all the needs of the
people who are his children and grandchildren
Her red make up similar to strawberry made her elegant with elegant party
clothes and they made love again
Jakarta, June 14TH,2022

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Love—cyber Literature
Maybe I don't believe the concept of love that has been spawned by Erich Fromm
or al-Ghozali,
I think it's all just a virtual corridor in a maze.
For me love is a frightening picture, like a scary creeping animal ready to gnaw
inch by inch of your body.
After I lost my lover. And a series of tragic events
As if I do not believe in the existence of love.
My relationship with Utari ran aground because my orthodox parents, Lala, Indah
also betrayed me. What should I do to find the existence of love, is there love on
this earth?
Both of my parents have passed away—I'm just living a strange life alone
I became pessimistic. Until finally I found a woman she was Luisa Indy, a girl I
met via 'Chatting". She is the sparkling mooring that awakens me to this
life.
Will the girl be able to grow the torn screen of love?

Jakarta, November 2002
A synopsis of my novel entitled Cinta Cyber--Literature and deserves to be my

version of the prose poem
Ayatullah Nurjati
Eblek Dance
There is an Eblek dance ritual that many people refer to in other words as Ebek,
Kuda Lumping, Rarely Braids, Jaranan Butho, Jathilan or whatever the name is
All male dancers and the audience both male and female can be in a trance
The shaman will run out of water if that happens
Mystical air rises when it is shown
Until it becomes the desire of local and foreign tourists to visit to see the
performance
A cultural diffusion that goes well with local religion
A piggyback property made of bamboo and rapia rope that is ridden as if it is
alive and wild when it is ridden
Indeed, there are many magical elements in art that are rooted in dances in my
area
Jathil became the cavalry pioneer of that art

Butho Lawas always comes to stop by and participate in coloring the ritual
Eblek, a historical art from Java to Bali, has now begun to be forgotten
Eblek should never be buried with the future and when that happens both of
them will be unemployed and confused to look for other professions that are
already owned by the Astral nations.
Kutoarjo, May 11th,1998

Ayatullah Nurjati
Metafora Apa Adanya
Terkadang sastra sering melabrak ruang bahasa

Pidato, pernyataan yang dibuat oleh penyair handal terkadang terungkap dalam
beberapa dekade mendatang ketika penyair meninggal
Penyair terkadang terlihat nyentrik, sering menyendiri bahkan terasing di
kalangan masyarakat pada masanya
Penyair terkadang bersenda gurau dengan para filosof dalam mengungkapkan
keinginan hati atau bahkan bergandengan tangan dalam mengungkapkan sebuah
etika dan estetika.
Ontologi, Etimologi dan Epistemologi, Aksiologi seakan hilang ketika penyair

berkata
Bahkan ajaran para Nabi juga dapat diterjemahkan oleh para filosof dan menjadi
penerus agama yang dibawa oleh para Nbi dan Rasul sebagai wali yang diutus
Tuhan ke bumi.
Ruang Gelap Sastra terpancar jelas ketika Penyair mengungkapkan sebuah fakta
dan jelas akan terpinggirkan oleh kelas sosial.
Bahasanya asyik sendiri dan kadang dibuat santai dengan ketenaran nama
besarnya
Jelas bahwa ketika dualisme diambil sebagai predikat, penyair dan filsuf selalu
menghasilkan sebuah mahakarya yang merupakan bagian dari prasasti
kehidupan.
Nah, saya bertanya pada diri sendiri, Apa posisi saya saat ini?
Saya adalah jangkrik di antara padang gurun yang luas dari penyair dan filsuf
dunia atau saya hanya setitik debu di antara gurun filsafat, bahasa dan sastra
Ayatullah Nurjati
My Nature Anomaly
Among the few notes of a tired day

Day after day as if nature, climate and weather are always changing
Had a break when the covid pandemic hit
But now it's back again, humans act by spilling dark desires in the form of
pollution, either ground water or air
The nature is now old because every day the land, the water is always raped
The air and the weather are always poisoned with air pollution
The rain brings disease and is not suitable for medicine
May the people realize that they live in nature and realize that they are in
harmony with it

Study of QS Arrum: 41
Kota Bambu Selatan, June 13th,2022.08: 03 PM. GMT +7
Ayatullah Nurjati
Silodong Cave, Kebumen, Central Java
God has created a natural beauty

He has exposed the bottom of the Ocean to the ground
The open trough is beautiful and pleasing to the eye
The exposed caves are a magnificent sight
It is no secret that the Archangel Jibril has lied to the ruler of the Earth at that
time by taking a handful of soil from the island of Java
The earth swore to Jibril 'I seek refuge in the majesty of Allah Who has sent you
so that you do not take anything from me that will become part of hell.'
Even the devil has been lied to and has no power over what he has felt
Until Adam came to this earth because of the agitator who knew very well how
Adam was created
Outcrops of land, rocks and all the bottom of the Ocean where the elements of
the mountains have been dredged not by the Angels but because of the cruelty
of humans themselves
Connected corals are evidence of how corals are arranged and many elders and
ancestors believed that Adam was created from the grip of the earth taken by
Jibril
These claims can clearly be questioned for their validity, but the nature in the
deceased's homeland is indeed the way it is
Kebumen is a term about the origin of the earth that exists on this earth and the
collision between plates is a witness to how the earth proceeds according to the
sunatullah
Silodong is a cave that opens in the ocean trough and often comes to the heart
trough
It is an exotic cave where the erotic body always longs for erotic desires
Whoever you are who has and will enter it will feel into another world that you
have never felt before
Silodong is a bit and a piece of historical facts how the earth was formed
between the strokes of nature that lie on this earth.
As if we sprinkle His creation with gratitude
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Study of Surah Thaha verse 55
Langse, October,15th 1997
Ayatullah Nurjati
A Beautiful Dancer Of Ndolalak
Call it Tari is an Ndolalak dancer

A beautiful face that is single and becomes the target of many married men and
single men
Her tomboyish stature doesn't reduce her grace when she dances
The shorts that cling to her thighs are in sync with her tan skin
Not because of ethics and logic, but because of the elements of art that are
inherent in her where she was born from a family of artists, her mother is a
Javanese sinden and her father is a ketoprak player
Klobot, the Sintren Cigarette that she smoked while dancing took off the desire
of thousands of viewers' eyes
The sway of her plump body gives her a graceful impression
Whoever you are, you will be amazed at the attraction

Widoro Payung, Kebumen. December 11th 1998
Ayatullah Nurjati
Staying Wasted Or Moving Is Useful For The Sea,
Ocean And Its Creatures
I used to love to scream against the waves when I got into trouble
It felt tight in my chest with reality and facts when I did it
As it ripens, right now I'm really silent a lot when things come and go
The howling sea and land breezes along with the waves always give me a
solution because when they both slap my conscience it seems as if all my worries
and problems disappear.
I'm more silent when I have problems not because I can't solve problems but
because that's my current nature
I don't know why silence is golden, some wise people say
Instead of complaining to humans who are all sceptical, I'd better turn to God or
tell the story to the water and the inhabitants of the sea because they are the
ones who understand my complaints.
What makes me move and keep living life is when I learn how the waves are
always swept away by the wind with their gait and natures
Fish and inhabitants of the deep sea are always silent and move differently from
the inhabitants of marine mammals who are always joking while humming
happily as if they had never had a problem
That's how whales and dolphins always sing happily with their distinctive high-
pitched voices with a stature that is always cheerful
Likewise the waves when they are angry with the inhabitants of the sea who
always have an affair with the reef
Right now I don't even have the heart to slap the waves or curse them with my
venomous chatter

10: 32 PM, Kota Bambu Selatan, June 11th,2022
Ayatullah Nurjati
A Father's Heart
Called it Alex is a husband and a father who always tries to please his family
including his wife and children
He is a man who always works hard for his family
But why when the fortune he gets is small why is it always blamed by his family
His heart's intention is to become a mighty husband, but is there anything he
does that never seems to be appreciated?
He wants to pour all his feelings and mistakes on his partner, but it's impossible
to do it for fear of hurting his partner's feelings
He wants to complain to the air, earth or water, but it is impossible to do
because all these elements are no longer pure and have been contaminated by
the rotten desires of the creatures living in this world, including their partners.
He still has a God who loves him very much
God who always gives him enthusiasm and patience so that he can live this life
while waiting for a miracle to come to him
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The Greatest Expectations
He is often stunned by various factual facts

Facts that lead to nothingness
It's impossible for hopes to come true, he said
Sometimes a prayer that he prays to God so that he has patience
Patience is the essence of all things the pious people teach

Or is it a prayer that is less efficacious because it lacks dimensions or timing? I
don't know he said in his heart
Just waiting for fortune to come like in the forest, elephants is always fat, lions
can always be hunted, it is clear that fortune will never be exchanged
The brilliant hope has indeed been carried out with real action, just waiting for
the results. May God bless his efforts and prayers?
Kota Bambu Selatan, June,04th,2022.10: 23 PM

Ayatullah Nurjati
Metaphor As It Is
Sometimes literature often crashes into the language space

Speeches, statements made by reliable poets are sometimes revealed in the next
few decades when the poet dies
Poets sometimes look eccentric, often isolated and even alienated among the
community in their time
Poets sometimes have fun with philosophers in expressing a desire of the heart
or even join forces in expressing an ethics and aesthetics.
Ontology, etymology and epistemology, Axiology seemed to disappear when the

poet said
Even the teachings of the prophets can also be translated by philosophers and
become the successors of the religion brought by the prophets and apostles as
guardians that God sent to earth.
The Dark Room of Literature is clearly broadcast when the Poet reveals a fact
and it is clear that he will be marginalized by social class.
Own language is cool to relax with the fame of his big name
It is clear that when dualism is taken as a predicate, poets and philosophers
always produce a masterpiece that is part of the inscription of life.
Well, I asked myself, What is the current position?
I am the cricket among the vast wilderness of the world's poets and philosophers
or am I just a speck of dust among the deserts of philosophy, language and
literature
Ayatullah Nurjati
Life Inscription
I don't know why this heart feels connected

Love doesn't have to have
Love also doesn't have to meet
Different understanding doesn't mean you can't be lovers
The details of feelings gather into a spark of Conscience

Ratio and Conscience married in the body become a dress in a habit
The spirit seems to believe in everything the heart desires
Love never fades, it's even more engraved in the inscription of life
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Ayatullah Nurjati
Bayi-Bayi Gurita Jalanan
(Terj. Street Octopus Babies)
Tiris kalbu mengais suatu kesedihan

Bayi-bayi mengais suatu rejeki
Ibunda dan ayahanda mereka melepasnya karena terikat suatu substansi
kehidupan
Mereka yang hanya bisa merangkak memainkan dawai keindahan sesaat
Terpaksa mereka merejang suatu materi demi suatu kaleng susu, ataupun
kemeja sekolah yang longgar
Sebenarnya dimana ayahanda—ibunda mereka, apakah keduanya sedang asyik
bercengkrama di rumah kontrakan elegan dengan mengesampingkan ego yang
tertempel di jidat
Ataukah memang mereka yatim-piatu yang tak mengenal kasih sayang kedua
orang tua, dan terpaksa menjelma menjadi suatu penyakit di jalanan
Pada saat siang benderang yang dikelilingi oleh kepulan asap kesedihan
menyayat, mereka mencoba tuk menerjang kesombongan para supir dan
kondektur
Bayi mengajarkan kepada kakek-nenek renta bagaimana harus bersikap
manusiawi
Bayi jalanan dengan suara parau yang terkesan mencari sesuap bubur ayam
dengan melanglang buana ke sebuah negeri sumbangan
Sang pengasuh berbusana kerdil dengan copel dan gesper yang mengusung
suatu penjara, penjara kebangsatan dan memberikan popok kekalutan
Torehan keringat, daki kandas, kulit yang busik menjadi kesan bagi bayi gurita
tersebut, kakinya yang banyak dapat menerjang bus-bus dan angkot.
Rincingan receh untuk mengais survival mereka
Marka jalan hanya bisa menjadi saksi menangisi kehidupan bayi itu.
Halte, Samping Walikota Jakarta Barat sebelah Kampus terkemuka disana,12 Juli
2004
Ayatullah Nurjati
Jeruji Malu
Gersang jiwaku terbalut keinginan sosial

Baki hijau terselubung fakta—terhenyak kekalutan hati
Keindahan terpasung oleh keranda aral
Geram bergemeretak selaksa belati
Pagi datang semesta beranjak menanggalkan mentari usang

Siang benderang kalut mengayuh segala kepeningan awan jingga
Malam gemerlap malu bersindir dalam kemegahan lampu-lampu bohlam warna-
warni
Fatamorgana dalam ransum cerai-berai

Metamorfosis dalam dawai kepenatan
Jeruji malu mencerap dalam kasak-kusuk air tawar
Ikan bertamasya ke ruang kehidupan yang kosong
Sudah saatnya menuai kebebasan dalam belenggu kehidupan

Telah tiba untuk mengganyang iblis laknat yang membuat penjara interaksi
Mahluk yang terpasung dalam jeruji malu dialah mahluk berkerah
Hewan yang tertambat dalam penjara interaksi dialah raja laknat

Ciputat 01/07/04
Ayatullah Nurjati
Aku Bukanlah Engkau
Aku adalah aku yang ambigu

Engkau adalah engkau yang bisu
Aku adalah aku yang kaku
Sebab aku bukanlah Engkau yang syahdu
Aku bergejolak dengan tabir senja
Engkau, kalian semua adalah jiwa yang mendesah lagi riang oleh sepatu
kepastian
Sementara aku adalah diriku yang sirna oleh ketamakan kalian
...., karena kalian adalah binatang cemerlang
Lantas aku bertanya …?
Siapa aku...?
Aku adalah insan belang
Tanjung Duren,30 Agustus 03 Jam 12.20
Ayatullah Nurjati
Love Come And Go Everything
This longing is shackled by desires and thoughts that are time and space
Love doesn't have to belonging
Space and time that block the desire to meet into nothingness
Love also can't choose
Without meeting love can also stay attached to this heart

Only she I don't want to go back to with this feeling because I can never be a
rotten
Love is present without having to be matched. Desire, lust disappears when I feel
its presence even though it is underconsciousness or dream and vice versa. Hope
she feels the same
Love comes and goes as it pleases. And hopefully it can be divided between our
hearts
Slipi, May 13rd,2022.7: 30 PM
Ayatullah Nurjati
I Don't Care About Her
There is a longing rising from this drained heart

Why doesn't he come over?
she said she loves me
But there is no proof so far
Right now I don't want to care anymore

because there are important things that I have to manage in this life
even though life is getting dark
as twilight my hope for my lovely son
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Ayatullah Nurjati
Love Slave
When you're pulled over, I don't know what you want from me like a cow whose
nose is poked, I always do what you ask
I also wonder why I change when you approach me or vice versa
Nothing wrong with the Youth having such a slogan because of the fact that it
happened to me
Sometimes my emotions are unstable, my speech is often slurred and I don't
love myself even though it seems strange when looking in the mirror that always
whispers softly
It's been this old I feel awkward

I don't know what it's called, I don't even know. to hell with Love
Because nothing I get from you is the form of authentic love
He said love is never hope but where is that hope I don't even receive from you
Ayatullah Nurjati
Love Comes Without Permission
Life is simple, as simple as I love you

Life is relative, relative I know you
Life is sometimes universal, universal God gives all of His love to every creature
He wants
Life that exists Love is God who owns, creatures can only continue their nature
by nurturing it with a bandage of affection
When I feel love in the deepest recesses of this heart

It's as simple as those feeling flows
Like the guitar maestro strumming the strings with a graceful melody which,
although it looks difficult, it is easy for him because of habit
Love is also present because of habit, even though in my work room which is
deaf with Conscience's work, but it is always present without permission
Ayatullah Nurjati
True Lover
Indeed, I want in my heart to become a person who is quite well-off materially

and essentially happy. Not grandiose, enough to have a luxury car and house, a
beautiful wife, high degrees in the office, have the title of professor, children who
study abroad.
That might be my wishes, but maybe if I saw that desire I would consider myself
pathological. However, life doesn't need stability anyway.
Life can be lived only with happiness. But I will sneer at you with the words 'eat
that happiness' because the people who say that are only envious, envious,
spiteful people and their friends. Do you know that shirk is a sign of being
unable.
I have to look for media that is appropriate, effective and efficient to find that
there is indeed a woman who loves to be loved. Regardless of status,
stratification, orientation, religion and ethnicity. However I am aware that at this
time I am not yet well established materialistically and academically, but if there
is, who knows, someone will want to be with me.
Maybe he's the lover I'm looking for. An elegant woman who the fame of true
love wants to caress.
Ayatullah Nurjati
Pantai Cinta, Citeureup, Pandeglang Banten
Honestly, I would prefer night to day because night always provides shade
Even though I realize this world needs a hot day for the ecosystem to run
smoothly
However, this is not the case in my perception of life where I always ride the day
for the sake of the void
A night with star grains accompanied by a dim moon becomes solemn and
celebrates what is the meaning of life
The expanse of sand with the wind and the waves

As if believing in a certain life
The moon and the sun are a husband and wife pair that are rarely matched
Both are Sunatullah which cannot possibly be side by side but have benefits
Ayatullah Nurjati
Is This Really The Position Of Father Who Is Always
Cornered?
Every day there are things that you always bring up about what I always do.
What Should I do?
You think I'm always lacking
I'm not a superhero who cans everything. What should I do?
There is a weak side to me and everyone as a man of fading
But if you always reveal weakness, over time this heart will also be angry and
angry and how much longer can I endure? What should I do?
I have sacrificed myself for you but there is no positive side that you always lift,
for you I am a loosing
Is it always like that of a father or is there something wrong with me? What
should I do?
How long do I have to endure as a husband to be treated like this, even though
for more than a decade I have tried not to do the same thing as you as only one
weakness is raised, then you will feel humiliated and fragile, you know how
batteries are often treated like that. Should I leave you guys? Betray maybe if
necessary if I want to life changing
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Ayatullah Nurjati
In The Name Of Knowledge That Is Useful For The
Fields Of The Hereafter
Every day and time I'm always used by them

Sometimes I'm also bored with this situation
Anyone who knows my sincere nature why always takes advantage of my ability
to do something even if it's not worth paying for it. Ah, that's all bullshit, because
what I'm really looking for is a reward field or a mere image status, I don't know,
only God knows everything
They force me to do something for them from family, closest people, relatives,
close friends or even my patients
I really want to apply the Hadith of the Prophet by practicing useful knowledge,
or indeed my function and status has been from a masseuse, an insurance agent,
a lecturer to a teacher.
I've now started screaming with the occasional disapproval of their wishes. Even
though I strongly refused, but with a feeling of being unable to bear it, I finally
agreed to their request
But surprisingly, this body is getting sucked in by the essence and its energy is
getting more and thicker, I guess
Ayatullah Nurjati
Feelings That I Can Never Get Away In My Life
This chest feels tight when I remember you

When your shadow is present, it feels like there is very little oxygen pumping the
lungs into the bloodstream
I don't know why this feeling is so thick it feels like a hot larva ready to burn you
to the bone
This blood seems to be rustling; this heart is racing like a Ferrari racing car on a
wild race track
Your face always plays in my mind

I'm honest and don't want to be hypocritical about this feeling
When you are weak and sick, it seems like there is a strong signal that God
sends to me and it is more than 5G signals
I don't know if you feel the same as me right now? Only God and you know
Ayatullah Nurjati
Jamu Medicines For Solace
There is a hum of bitter taste that is never denied

When the tongue tastes a taste that explodes into the corners of the mouth
Every sip informs the brain about the bitter taste
In my country like spices, although it is said that many of its citizens are infected
with the corona virus, but a lot of people use herbal medicine as medicine before
the pandemic hit.
All diseases have a cure

Likewise the feeling of longing that hit my heart
Even though the bitter taste always covers my heart When I want to enjoy the
beauty with You
Bitter that never wants to compromise with sweetness but is very useful and
treats a dry heart that will be another reforestation

Palmerah, March 4th, 2022.10: 30 Am
Ayatullah Nurjati
A Father's Gait
It's not easy being a father

You suck this blood and bone marrow every day
Naturally, that's how it is
But I wonder why instead of reducing the load it looks like it's overloaded
The most difficult thing about being a father is not only presenting the material
but providing the teaching of reason
It turns out that being a father who acts according to the nuances of essence and
essence is very difficult
It needs an understanding of religion and various complementary elements such
as philosophy, psychology and facts in the real world
That's my father's gait, what is the power of this world without my father's
presence

Slipi. February,27th 2022.07: 37 AM (GMT +7)
Ayatullah Nurjati
Bound Born In The Mazy
My surroundings are flanked by tiered iron mountains

The clouds are dark as if flanking him
The river water is cloudy and black
It said that it was a victim of urbanization
The city that is always throbbing for 24 hours

But something was missing when the second tsunami hit the covid 19 pandemic
Many have died and seem a bit lonely with interactions
The activity has been tied up in the labyrinth
Modernity shows the face of emptiness

I who live there is very difficult to meet, interact and chat with honesty
It's only natural that I look for a community that uses such idealism
It's just a matter of how actions wrapped in norms and religion create synergy in
the joints of life. My life is simple

Jakarta. February 17th,2022.4: 55 PM (GMT +7)
Ayatullah Nurjati
Taste That Never Gives Up
I was silent when you came to the side

Even though this heartbeat is rumbling
I'm not a hypocrite decades ago that feeling died
But what sparked it so that you emerged after all this time this feeling has been
buried neatly
7 years ago When my analogy has long been suppressed for that taste
The feeling that was gone is now back
I don't know if I'm too confident about that feeling by abandoning existing ratios
and thoughts and various opinions from family and colleagues.
I want to leave this feeling with a body that is not in its position but this feeling
never goes away
Ayatullah Nurjati
Let Love Act
I was thrown back into an atmosphere where I was still chatting in a tender love
with her,20 years I was intimate with her, even though I realized that our age
was still ripe, the fruit of mangoes in my boarding house garden in Yogya.
I was still in love with her because love never looks at age, social status, religion,
ethnicity. And don't care about those who sneer at me with monkey love words.
Because I am a human, not a monkey, how can a monkey know love mankind?
Love only exists in humans.
Utari is a woman and I am a man, men and women must love and be loved, it is
human if there are two human beings who are in love. Love is a sacred part of
human life and it is an essential gift from God.
Indeed, Utari was not the incarnation of an angel who has no sin, she is an
ordinary human, but Utari is the incarnation of a savior, she is the one who
saved me from the brink of destruction, Utari is an adult human who taught me
how to behave and live life. My lost life has been planted with the flower of a
certain life after the loss of my beloved Sophie. She is a motivator for me.
She once suggested that I want to do theater at my school, so that I would
forget Sophie's death.
Once during college holidays I visited her her house, her mother immediately
asked me not to have any more contact with her, she said that Utari was too
young to know love, Utari had to be highly educated, and Utari didn't suit me
because of degrees and stratification. Ratri and Raden Ayu or Raden are just
helpers from mental confusion who want to seek social status. Honestly, I'm not
a noble family, from my name alone I don't use the Raden appendage even
though my name is kejawen, while he has the Raden Ayu appendage in front of
her name.
Ayatullah Nurjati
Sungai Yang Tertikam
(Indonesian Version From Translated Poem Entitled
'the Pierced River')
Gemercik air seakan sarat dengan cinta, - katanya

Sebuah kail menopang malam yang kelam
Ikan tersedak oleh umpan-umpan dedaunan
Pagi berbisik dengan riang gemilang
Cacing tertikam oleh perahu terkembang
Sungai yang merah kelam berubah menjadi hitam legam
Konstruksi dan pagar memadukan konsepsi alam
Sabun, deterjen dan oli pekat menjadi sahabat ikan sapu-sapu
Ikan sapu-sapu yang tak pernah luluh lantah dengan pekerjaan
Getek bisu seakan-akan menjadi saksi kehancuran ini
Lumpur menangis karena diperkosa
Udang-udang menjadi lurus-kurus
Batu kali, semen, pasir dan beton seakan menjadi raja yang diktatoris
Seringkali air menjadi pragmatis-oportunis
Hanyalah kotoran manusia yang menjadi makanan, - sahabat ikan
Sawah-sawah ditumbuhi oleh bunga tulip kelabu
Tikus dermawan membawakan lagu kematian
Dan tumbuhan enggan menghasilkan buah kuldi
Slipi.3 September 2021 Jam 9.25 malam
Ayatullah Nurjati
Life Building
I collect the scattered dots in my life

Everything became clear after the commotion
The building of life that we have made together is destroyed because of your
hatred, envy and greed
I couldn't contain my anger and finally had to give up because they destroyed
the building
I believe that life goes on even when the building is destroyed

We have to rebuild the building with a philosophical foundation and a more
flexible view of life
When the restoration has strengthened and pierced the ground and props up to
the sky with a humanistic paradigm and diversity
All human beings have the same rights and obligations to interact with each
other and consider differences as a living unit in a living building where each line
has a single function and purpose, namely providing mutual benefits and
synergizing with one another.
If everyone wants to be the foundation and doesn't want to be a wall, window or

roof, and all ornaments of its building so that it's clear that a living building won't
form
Everyone has a different role and it is precisely with that we can build a
magnificent and strong building from the threat of disintegration
The point in the sketch of the building that has been applied, hopefully it can
provide benefits
I will paint the walls later with various synergistic colors and I want you to be a
part of that, my societies

Jakarta, February 10th,2022.7: 16 PM (GMT +7: Bangkok, Hanoi, Jakarta)
Ayatullah Nurjati
Itching With Missing Feelings
This feeling of longing comes and goes

Right now, I feel longing emanating from this heart
The ratio is thinking how to get rid of this longing
But this heart is reluctant to deny it
A lump of taste bursts out and is digested by the liver with itching spread to the
brain through feelings
I don't know if I'm too confident about this longing or whatever it's called
I don't want this heart to cover this longing
Is what I feel the same as what she feels
Because I don't find that feeling for her
The drizzle of nature is always a sign of nature, it is never hypocritical to

command god to water the arid earth with water of life.
Clouds are never hypocritical
The cycle of life on earth has always been a marker of the life that God has given
All creatures that God created always obey His orders, including me and her
Ayatullah Nurjati
Santigi Coral
The plant is indeed a family of shrubs that grows into the rock
Even though it rarely struggles with the ground, it is strong enough to pierce
down in the Tip of Java island and surrounding
This plant is strong in the waves, always absorbs salt water but strangely it can
live with such extreme conditions
Even if the delicious ration in the form of fresh water is found from the rain, the
snacks are mostly seawater
The weather is getting warmer every year in the coastal area, it doesn't slow it
down to stay alive and benefit the surrounding area
In the howling wind, still humble and always remembering His Name
His suffering is special and commensurate. When he grows up, he remains
consistent and never demonstrates with God
But look at how we are fellow creatures of God that He created is clearly
inconsistent, it is clear that he is different to us. And we should feel ashamed
Ayatullah Nurjati
Cat Fish Philosophy
There is a moustachioed animal that lives in water

His appearance seems funny but gives a frightening impression
It's still a fish
Life in its harsh habitat forges it into a strong and tough fish
The cat fish with its ugly appearance wanders into a river until it enters a muddy
area with little water
There was found a lot of food trapped in it
The cat fish is happily happy even though the scorching heat has drowned its
body and all that's left is its head
He prayed to God so that he could give rain accompanied by a fish, namely a
snakehead fish

Slipi. February 3rd,2022.7: 45 PM
Ayatullah Nurjati
Stone Is Not Soil
Although it is not very beneficial compared to soil, stone with the hard nature of
plants and anything that sticks to it will be difficult to adapt
But even so, in my nature, Indonesia, you can find plants or any kind of animal
attached to them, they are always friendly, whether on land or at sea
Stone can also be eroded because of its hardness with water droplets that
consistently perforate it
Rocks are always hit by waves and even though they are eroded, they are still
rocks
Likewise, even though the rock is hit by the weather, it remains a rock
All of that disappeared because of human activity. We humans have never visited
nature
All kinds of stones are stones and will always be stones
Parasites attached to it such as moss or perennials or marine animals give the
impression that the stone gives the impression that he remains consistent and he
always remembers Him and he has a spirit that benefits anyone who inhabits it,
including humans.

Slipi. February 3rd,2022 6: 20 PM
Ayatullah Nurjati
Life As Simple As Sea Waves
Sea waves always go by wind

Sometimes they flow by moon gravity
They are not blind
Because the rock and sea creatures as need as clarity
When I saw them I feel in life in respectability

The big waves hit the land because they want expand and grow their live like the
wind
They help sea's creature reprodrucibility
All creature in sea life survive by them. And I want my life flows like thousands
dividen
Ayatullah Nurjati
Form Of Human's Love For His God
I often find today, many people including myself and most people are not happy
because they are not given, happy because they are given, hate because they
are hated, love because they are loved, hit because they are beaten because it
all smells of materialistic and profanity.
The phase where I and most like to love what we want, namely women, children,
many treasures of the type of gold, silver and so on. So the Word of God
contained in the Qur'an
It is because of worldly activities and various worldly desires that forget us to the
true journey and fulfil our aspirations to the world alone. This is the essence of
the world, whose excessive love for him is the root of every ugliness or error
The best deeds are love for the sake of Allah and hate for the sake of Allah,
meeting for the sake of Allah and also parting for the sake of Allah, so the Imam
Jaffar Sadiq explained
I want this heart to be busy knowing Allah, love Him, daydream and love
wholeheartedly to the Creator of this Nature. However, this heaven's path is very
difficult to realize without a sharpness of character and a capable device
Human relations will bear fruit. Human actions and intentions to the Creator are
a form of love for creatures who are in love with their Lord, either secretly or
openly.
With dhikr that is a form of boasting of the weak creature to his Lord. And this
boasting will not disappear from him unless he negates the testimony against his
dhikr
Ayatullah Nurjati
Pure Love Without Many Demands
The man's eyes are clearly closed, there is a feeling of awareness and it's as if
this thought is about to format his beautiful dream once more
However, it is very difficult to format the figure of the woman you love
Luckily the man didn't fall in love anymore
Even though at the beginning of the explosion of love, it is very clearly felt that
love
True love comes from the heart, stops to the mind accommodated by ratio and
logic, more and more
If there is a lover there is hope in love
It is Desire for millionaire
That's not called fake love
Bandung Bondowoso also had felt in love with Roro Jonggrang no more
Likewise Sangkuriang who felt his mother in love
Because pure love is love that never asks for Similar to a genie with a magic
teapot that always grants the owner's wishes more and more
If there is a woman like the ones above then she is not a lover—fake love
Prayer is indeed a request from creatures to the Creator more and more
When it's said it's clearly different in love
It means that the creature's love for the Creator is a lie in counterculture
Or that's the fact. When God gives without expecting back what He has given in
love

Jakarta. January 24th, 2022. 10: 04 PM (GMT +7)
Ayatullah Nurjati
Nusantara Chocolate Philosophy
It is an undeniable fact that my country is the 3rd chocolate producer in the

world after Ivory Coast and Cameroon
Back then when I was a child and until now there is pleasure and a sense of calm
when I consume it
From the cheap one to the expensive one, I still enjoy it like my life which is
sometimes above or below
There are commensurate when served with coffee because they are side by side
with each other in the fields in Sulawesi, Sumatra, NTT and Papua and other
areas in the archipelagos
There is a sense of relaxation when I drink it when paired with coffee

Although the processing of Cocoa beans has not been maximized in my country
which is known as the 'Nusantara' but many producers pack it with local flavours
that are capable of taste
No longer when Valentine's Day is given or consumed, but at every time I find it
in local to international cafes where coffee connoisseurs are engrossed in joking
and enjoying it no longer as a lifestyle but an addiction.
When chocolate is chewed or drunk there is an extraordinary taste that bursts
from the throat and radiates a sense of relaxation to various brain cells like I
become chocolate that always adorns your life, my companion.
Ayatullah Nurjati
The Soul Of Texts
A text consisting of allomorphs, morphs, morpheme, lexemes, and words does

not necessarily just get published.
It appears because of creativity, work and initiative
But sometimes he flows like water that just flows from upstream to downstream
Words in a text sometimes have a letter lux or implied meaning
My life, your life is a piece of text

And it has a spirit that is balanced and in synergy with the body parts
Texts, whether structured, deconstructive or postmodernism, or the others
theory define but still present the text itself, only human reason can understand
the text itself
The spirit of the text is actually a manifestation of the existence of the text itself
without denying the existing idealism
Let the text be its own part, there is no need to argue about its content
We readers are welcome to interpret each other's definitions without blaming the
interpretation
Let the texts that I make later be a legacy for my children and grandchildren
later
That his father or grandfather once wrote a text about the fact that the world
was shocked at a materialistic system and readers have the right to define it

Jakarta, January 22nd,2022.11: 01AM
Ayatullah Nurjati
Desire That Is Difficult To Achieve
Didn't realize the day was getting late

Didn't realize this hair was getting whiter
And come back unconscious, there are too many desires to be achieved
Again not aware that life is a causality of conscience
This age is too attached in the sequence of days, months and years
This age is always turbulent between the two sides
Two sides between this world and the hereafter
Sometimes I also show a lot of different faces of roles that I myself who
surprised that I'm doing various hypocrisy looks
It's really difficult to be an honest person doing something in the name of image
Because indeed we are always struggling with each other
All sincere and sincere kindness should be done without human judgment
However, it is difficult to achieve because human being relationships are a sign of
goodness for them to connect with God

Jakarta, January 22nd,2022.9: 04 AM
Ayatullah Nurjati
The Pen Will Not Be Replaced By A Smart Phone Or A
Computer
Supposedly the pen has a spirit to provide information through feelings, intuition
and ratios and all aspects of the teaching of human beings on this earth.
Through the pen, we produce Scripture, Essays, Notes, Theory and Practice from
the Phases of Prophets, Philosophers, Writers, and various aspects of life from
Religion, Philosophy, Literature, and Anthropology to the world of health and we
can still enjoy it until now.
Although the discovery phase was in 953 AD, an Egyptian named Ma'd al-Mu'izz
made a pen that was equipped with ink storage, but it can still be found that its
function is more elegant than before.
Even though they have to beat the inscriptions and symbols of the megalithic
phase, but in fact it is a fantastic discovery for humans in a literate culture.
Although the pen that always danced between the slender fingers when side by
side with queens and concubines or indeed the strong hands of famous male
philosophers and writers and poets, to be honest at this time I also started to
rarely use it in my work.
But now it ranks higher among my works as a marker of human identity in his
signature
Sometimes even though a smarth phone or computer is smarter than a pen, due
to its neutral nature it makes the pen a tool in carrying out literacy-making
activities.
I want to be a pen that is always neutral in creating a work supported by ink
which is a form of identity and entity making it an important tool that is always
the first choice accompanied by blank paper that has always played in all my past
works.

Slipi. January 19th, 2022.10: 18 PM
Ayatullah Nurjati
Love—when Her Name Is Called Always Says In The
Name Of God
There is a grandfather who is a widower whose wife died

She longs for a loyal companion who is a widow and her husband has died
Hope never fades even though it's been rejected
But what is the power there is an age gap between the two sides
He always chatted that it was God's love that gave

But God never forces both parties to love each other
And as if always lecturing on the meaning of the philosophy of love, sometimes I
get confused which one is love for beings and which one is love for the Creator
Wherever the rejection is, it is natural because it is human because loving
creatures is relative, like philospher of the owner of the relativism law of Love
that is Bonaventure who is based on conscience.
Ah stupid sometimes I think about that but because of compassion, sometimes I

feel like giving advice to him
However, because he is stubborn, let his feelings, soul and body always live
because of his love for the woman
Instead of when the woman is always mentioned, it's still in the name of God
God is fair to give him love, but he is not fair with his feelings. That love can't be
forced and doesn't have to have each other

Palmerah. January 19th, 2022.9: 47 PM
Ayatullah Nurjati
To The Greatest Woman Ever Present On This
Earth—she Is A Widow
There is a window for seeing a widow

A widow is who always being a single fighter
She struggles to raise her children even though sometimes in the deepest side
sorrow
She is never tired to keep trying to provide for his life and his children as a single
fighter
She always takes a bow

With her effort and prayer God seems to always give what he asks for in
optimizer
The dual function as father and mother can be carried out in workflow
The mother promised not to remarry and when her children grew up they would
not forget the services of her mother who united as a widow of revolutionizer
Ayatullah Nurjati
For A Friend—edi Benkidz, I Really Miss About
Studying With You
I was confused tonight, for some reason my eyes were hard to close, even
though it's 3 in the morning. I have just stared at my deafening boarding house
in silence, while occasionally looking at the pale white wall that stood firm.
I turned to the other side of the room. To relieve my fatigue I went out of the
room for relaxation. I went out through the living room, there I found a chair and
table lying silent. If only they could talk, they would sue the owner for not being
treated like a tyrant.
I looked back. I've been boarding in this crowded place for two years, even
though it's a bit far from campus civilization, but I have a reason that I don't
want my privacy to be disturbed by anyone without exception. If anyone needs
it, just come to my boarding house.
Even though it is not suitable to live in, sometimes I am quite comfortable with
the private conditions of my study. Mother, boarding house father and their
children do live with me, but they can respect my privacy as a student.
I don't have to think about eating out, the food ration is a plus for me, all of that
includes my boarding facilities and I just have to pay one hundred and thirty-five
thousand rupiah per month, even though my room is only 4 X 4 meters.
It is this quiet place that creates its own image so that I can galvanize myself
with scientific substance. In every spare time I always swallow books by
monumental world writers, from philosophers of language to writers at home and
abroad.
The atmosphere was very quiet, the only sound was the whimper of the
rambutan tree branches in the wind.
I left the house while leaning on the bamboo hall where I usually read a book at
night.
Why am I like this, what happened to me, I asked myself.
I went back to my room and took out a piece of paper and a pen. As is my habit
when I am restless and reflecting I always write poetry, maybe poetry is a part
of my life and poetry is a diary for me. It's as if the pen follows the strains of my
hand and the paper wants to compromise to be used as a medium.
I didn't realize what I had written, I tucked the paper in my desk drawer. Maybe
because the fatigue that bubbled up in my mind made it a form of poetry
abstraction. While preparing the material for tomorrow's literary discussion.
Sometimes it's strange, it's like I'm thrown into an atmosphere where writers
speak through their writings. No doubt if their work is good, ideas, recounts,
fiction or any kind, it's easy for me to sometimes be sublimated to agree and
believe in what they write without having to chew deeper on what they want.
Plato, Aristotle, Ferdinand De Sausure, Deridda, William Blake, William
Shakespeare, William Blake, George Orwell, Gabriel Garcia Marques, Khalil
Gibran, Rabindranath Tagore, Edgar Alan Poe, Jalaludin Rumi and other world
famous philosophers, Poets, or writers.
It was Edi Benkidz that used to call it because he was a student who was
concerned with exploring texts in depth—'Great Canonist' I called him because he
was my old colleague because of him always could say motivated me to study
more deeply about the text. Sometimes I have to go to The National Library,
whenever there are specific words that are not in the dictionaries circulating in
general, sometimes I cheat too, have to look for these words by visiting a fairly
well-known bookstore in the early 2000s phase. The Thesaurus was indeed the
most complete dictionary at that time, the price was quite fantastic at that time,
namely in the range of 3 million rupiah, a number that was quite fantastic for
me, a student who was not well off, clearly different from today's googling,
'Everything is going to be fine'. He is also my student and partner in studying the
spirit of the text, which always has a different discussion every 2 weeks.
'Calm down Card*, the problem of photocopying the money my parents gave me
is very abundant, you don't have to think about your lunch ration, you don't have
to care. It has become my responsibility, ' he always said when he brought a new
book from his lecture at the Driyakara Philosophy College and it was always
given to me free of charge.
It's a completely different phase and time. But honestly I really miss his
existence. My friend that one is indeed extraordinary. Unfortunately, it is the
distance that separates us as we say in our hearts when we will hold the study
again together with classical texts.
I'll miss you, my friend. Bang Edi Benkidz
*he always calls me by the name Icard
Jakarta, January 17th,2022

Ayatullah Nurjati
In Love With The Universe Of Love
Love is real from God

God created humans because of the form of love for creatures called humans
Because the previous creatures were not found to have a sense of love
Human love is full of intrigue like the first time Adam was created he felt lonely
and needed a companion and he asked God to create Eve
Even if it's thrown into the world. There is always love even though sometimes
the rhythm is always changing
Love that is spiced by Lust, Desire is sometimes jealous and excessive sense of
belonging is what humans have.
That's Love Part of Human Feelings that God Created
Different from other creatures such as, devils, genie, devils, and angels.
Genie is also alleged to have feelings of love, but it is not strong with what
humans feel, even more strange things come, he said Gennie cheated on humans
and felt both of them love each other so that there was a marriage between the
two
Why Prophets and Apostles were created from the most perfect form, namely
Humans. Because of the Mind and Morals
Unlike the angels who are always obedient and dhikr to Him
Let it be an anthropology and philosophy of love that maybe only a little has
been revealed in this world and Only God Knows. Wallahu Alam Bissoap
Slipi, January 16th,2022.10: 37 PM (GMT +7, Bangkok, Hanoi, Jakarta)

Ayatullah Nurjati
The Deepest Love
This longing is bubbling spread to various lines of winds

I don't know why I haven't felt this in a long time
Almost 2,5 decades have passed and it's only now why my longing for him is
getting stronger and I wonder why this happened to me
Is this really the nature that God gave me or what? I don't know, I just agree
with that feeling right now and don't want to rely on my ratio and my limited
reasoning—Blinds
My logic and reason can't accommodate my longing desire for her in love
Feelings like the petty romance I felt when I was younger and it was memorable
This love God owns and my love for her may be indescribable
I have to transfer that feeling to the Owner of Love
Slipi. January 16th 2022.10: 08 PM

Ayatullah Nurjati
I Devote To A Big Name—george Orwell
I see what George Orwell mentioned in his 1984 novel to be realistic

Telescreen has become a factual thing, where a lot of camera or CCTV
monitoring sounds were born long before the 21st century, where he created the
novel.
Big brother has transformed into a despotic leader and it's obvious for 32 years
the nation has been led by a despot regime
Totalitarianism has been neatly wrapped in the personal joints of the life of the
nation, state and society in all lines of life
Fortunately, the various ministries have not really been realized properly
If that's true then maybe I'll be a living witness of that part
Ah, it's just a prediction and limited to the imagination of the writer and not
necessarily a fact, said my friend who studies and is concerned in the field of
philosophy and literature
That's my friend's opinion. If I have another opinion that George Orwell is a
famous astrologer who's all his works became a fact and occurred in the early 21
decades. What do you think?
Ayatullah Nurjati
I Pray To You, O Lord
My nature has terminated in everywhere

The foundation that supports the soil is worn out
The magma chamber has leaked everywhere
When the leak pushes in various directions, the mountains become reactive
because the clogs have just been released out
I don't know if this is human or God's design of His Oneness

God still loves every human being on this nature
This planet often pulsates, its pulsation is sometimes a sign of His Oneness
The more often we pulse, the closer we must be to the owner of this nature
Larvae that plunge into the sky will make the surrounding land ecosystem fertile
But why does it happen so often?
The keys on earth are pious people whom God is calling more and more to His
presence whom human being always circumscissile
We hope that God doesn't call them all, if that happens, what is the world
without them, why they are called by You so often?
You are the one who can pacify the contents of this Universe
A world that has been chaotic because of our tyranny as caliphs on earth
O Lord, You are the owner of the breath, body, spirit and the whole universe
Please don't beat us with trials that we can't bear who live in this earth
SUNDAY, January 16th,2022.10: 41 AM

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Discovery Of The Essence Of Eternal Love
In the youth of a young man named Bagas, he did not believe in the concept of
love that had been spawned by Aristotle, Erich Fromm, Paul Tillich, Gabriel
Marcel or other famous philosophers, according to him it was only a virtual
corridor in a maze.
For him love is a frightening picture, like a scary reptile ready to gnaw inch by
inch of your body.
After he lost his lover. And the tragic twist of events as if he did not believe in
the existence of love. His relationship with Utari ran aground because his
orthodox parents, Lala, Indah also betrayed him. What should I do to find the
existence of love, is there love on this earth?
Both of his parents had died—he was alone living a strange life, thus making him
a pessimist. Until finally I found a woman she was Luisa Indy, a girl he met via
'Chat'. he was the sparkling mooring that awakens me to this life.
Will the girl be able to grow the torn screen of love?
Turns out the answer is not at all. through a long process of searching for
identity and love which are connected by two different sides like a coin, giving a
nuance of understanding when Bagas grows up, Bagas finds his true love
He argues that the love presented by humans is pseudo and endless.
Love is a gift, it is a nature for every human being. Every human being has the
right to receive that gift, namely the love of Allah and His Messenger
January 15th,2022.05: 50 PM
Ayatullah Nurjati
By The Name Of Love And Beauty
Love …, somethin' could be going with the wind

Love …, will be never ending
But what's art of love?
I my self is feelin' full of love
True love of the beautiful scenery

The name of blue which is playing in the red flag
‘Tis makin' a judgment of mystery
And low blow is like slag
Like Juliet who had been loving Romeo

Like Anthony who had tried to looking for the soul of Cleopatra
Like Siti who has been still loving Tedjo
Or, old lady and old man who had been taking grand for their children in eternal
What a beautiful love dances!

Breath in the green
Flourish in the winter
How a sweat in the cool in the mystifies is!
What's truly beauty of love
Like Adam and Eve who had been life in this apple so ultra
Whey they will have married at the end of death
Like Anthony and Cleopatra
09.20 Am. April 12th,2003
Ayatullah Nurjati
Feelings—playing With Logic
Don't ever ask me how her feeling

Because feelings never speak, it has lost
Oral is just a sign of weakness of feeling
Reason and logic always let go of feelings so that feeling is getting lost
The power of speech always plays in every aspect of my daily relationship with
her
I don't know why it's such a strange thing like pandemic
Because hope always comes from feelings of her
In contrast to love, which always hopes on the power of feelings, not the power
of speech, let alone reason and logic in something. Goodbye reason and logic
Quatrain A B A B, A B A B
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My Late Father's Message From His Part Time Job As
A Masseuse
I was thrown back into my childhood where I was raised and how my parents
raised me independently. So all this time, what I studied from elementary school
to college was part-time money from the sweat, climbs and screams of their
patients or my father's service to the country, indeed at this time my father was
no longer working or retiring. However, perhaps because there is the highest
award for those who serve the country, the appreciation of the award is reflected
through monthly wages, health insurance and child support.
In fact, my parents gave me a meagre amount of money. It is known that my

father is only a lowly retired civil servant, in order to meet the needs of my
family, he who was old to earn a fortune for the family must be willing to look for
odd money by massaging.
I could be proud of that because even though they have such a profession, I was
still lucky to be able to get an academic education up to college compared to
those who did not get an education at all, let alone go to college.
I remember very well when they always said that life must be based on sincerity
and honesty, honesty is worldly gold and sincerity is the main capital in living
life, that is my eternal principle. Where I stand is where I have to actualize
myself as a sincere and honest person. Even though being honest sometimes
hurts, but if we have the backing to be honest then everything will look human.
After my father retired completely, he had to also switch to the same profession
as my mother, but the difference is that Dad is still strong when he has to work
on his patients if the patient's house is far from my house, until far away cross
the city sometimes. Indeed, my father was never involved in serious problems
with illness, at most only headaches and colds.
Just imagine at that time he was already 63 years old. A face that is always
tough with age that seems to never whine, never reaps gold in his shabby coffers
and pockets, Still hopes and hopes that he can ride life, whether it's called
Father, Father or Papa who is always strong in storms. Is it really a steep road
that is always tread?
Because of my father, I was able to reap the old school bench with the knick-
knacks of his greed and because of my father I was able to penetrate the
essence of life through education. I am grateful for the old face that seems
tireless to provide peace. Day, night that face always scavenges for diamonds for
my family, but look at what I've done who can only think about myself.
The lines on the face that seemed to have faded and the muscles inched rickety,
still that face always wore a smile.
Now it is clear that what he has ordered I have actually carried out even though I
have not been in a totalitarian condition like him. I will always remember his
message 'Helping people is very important compared to the results of your hard
work in the form of money, later you can reap later in the hereafter' that was his
message to me.
Ayatullah Nurjati
A Little Shadow
After sunset, I said a prayer for my beloved parents. A familiar face flashed out
of my mind
What's with her?
What happened to her?
This mind tells this body to meet
But how is that possible?
There is a barrier and a hijab that is very difficult to penetrate
Is there something wrong with this taste
Or is it a feeling that has been surrounded by Desires so that it becomes
inconsequential
Oh, of course yes. The tears in her eyes seem to be entangled in this drained
heart of mine
What should I do now?
Do I need to cut through space and time to meet her?
She is never honest with her feelings
If I'm honest, it will look stupid and weird to see
Body, soul, brain and ratio seem to be shackled and locked by a jet state
If only I was still the clear one, I would have injected her feelings with worldly
pleasures, but things are different now.
What should I do now?
At the crossroads, my feelings are getting more and more uncertain
Oh God, give me Your way and guidance
So that I don't get lost with this feeling. Because I have left reason and ratio
Only Your Oneness all becomes clear. Through Prayer, Worship and all things I
ask You to let this momentary bite of feelings disappear
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Communicating With The Body—let God Manages My
Fortunes
After Ashar Prayer knitting Twilight, as the light drizzle hit the body that had
begun to wobble. Everything I do in the name of service and service because
that's all I can do. There are so many passengers on the Train at Mass Rapid
Transit. This body seemed to be salty and a little torn apart accompanied by my
wife who was willing and sincere to take me to my idol's station, Tanah Abang
Station. Currently this mode of transportation is very sophisticated and is the idol
of every human being, including myself.
I am also surprised that after teaching I will not be feeling tired when I have to
deal with my patients. Sometimes before they call it's obvious that I feel a
strange feeling similar to the patients I have to hold onto either today or the day
after tomorrow.
Every inch of the body must be smeared with rubbing oil—the bumps ran
aground as my hands did the same thing my father and mother did when they
entered their bodies, the veins and bones were traced and sometimes the shape
of their bodies could not be ascertained because they were basically human
bodies. always different. It is not a measure of the patient's tariff problem from
the level of their body, but the sincerity to give.
Ayatullah Nurjati
Because Of Your One -One Love
It's hard to reach you because your love is so sweet

Unseen but your existence is so real
Always be a Provider
You exist without making up
Oxygen, Ammonia, Carbon dioxide, Covid, Jinn, Demons, Devils, Angels and
others are creatures that Thou create
They are invisible but exist
Moreover, I am who really exists and obvious
May You be able to get rid of these invisible creatures who are useless to us or at
least marginalize them from our civilization O Lord
Ayatullah Nurjati
Women And Their Platform Of Life
Often the man is scolded by the woman

As if women dominate the life of the man
Currently the issue of women is no longer the issue of feminism
The fact is that women today are like a very dominating social media platform
It's okay to be exposed to the media, clearly women dominate

Because it had been a fact that from the time of Cleopatra and the queens who
led the kingdoms in Java such as Queen Sima managed everything in the joints
of life.
I, He, Them absolutely also as a man like female domination, but positive-
charged dominance is a form of respect and appreciation
I've always wanted to think of her as queen. But the queen who always teaches
the meaning of life
Ayatullah Nurjati
Dear, Back To Your Old Home
Your face takes off my existing idealism

Your words slightly faded my paradigm and my philosophy about this world
It's normal in life to always process like that
I just feel sorry for the fact that happened to you right now
But I can't because I'm blocked by one side

Your innocence has now transformed into something that is off the path of the
heavens
It's natural that parents and closest people are always silent and unmoved by
this fact—awareness comes later, dear, when the person we love has just gone.
I used to be like you, even worse. It is natural that in the world of philosophy,
everything is universal, whether it is Communism, Liberalism to Humanism,
Atheism, Religious centric or other isms that are clearly infatuated with being
adopted by various groups from commoners to statesmen. I can't deny that
when I have to return to my old house where I grew up, you will feel the same
way later.
I really can't bear to see you like that, but so am I, in the past I was impressed
by a lot of inciting pious people to jointly abandon idealism with me. Now what I
found that they Return back to their old home too. There is a strong foundation
that must remain in position without having to be eroded by tidal currents of sea
water as well as stakes that plunged into the earth.
If I ignore you let alone let you be like that then I will feel guilty but if I act you
will feel hurt and think that I am not who you are
I used to be because I swallowed whole what I learned through discourses and
practitioners in book texts without digesting and chewing with heavenly teeth
and fangs
Profanity is still profanity, hereafter affairs are not as obvious as I used to think
like that. But there is a way for me realise to God rein even though it is very
difficult this Hijrah path is getting more and more difficult to follow but that is the
struggle Back to my old house and I want you do too my dear
Ayatullah Nurjati
A Poetry Offering To All Great Women In The World
Siti Hawa is the initial embodiment of women in the world

Even though it was created from Adam's rib
She was the forerunner of the first woman who gave birth to Adam's children and
grandchildren to us today
With ribs that are bent and loose, they are vulnerable to the devil's temptation,
But what is the world without them?
In the past until now, women are easily deceived by the beauty of the world. In
fact, it seems hedonism at this time or indeed the weakness of the Companion
glorifies them
However, it is different from Siti Maryam who gave birth to a person who has an
important influence in this world who even though she is not married, God sent
her to give birth to Isa
Did Amzura, who was willing and sincere, follow the Sender to build the Ark? Of
course not. With his decadent intellect incited his people to think the Prophet was
crazy
It is worth Wa'ila who actually betrayed by inviting Luth's guests to commit
immorality or contradictory things happened to Rahmah Bint Afrayim, the wife of
Ayub who willingly side by side with Ayub even though he was in poverty and
acute illness afflicted him
I really want the woman who is next to me is not in the category of 2 women. I
want you, my woman, like Siti Hawa, Rahmah Binti Afrayim, Zulaykha, Maryam
binti Imran, Asiyah binti Muzahim, Siti Khadijah, and Fatimah
Slipi, December 12th,2021
Ayatullah Nurjati
Pray For Semeru, Lumajang, East Java, Indonesia
My nature is currently coughing and vomiting the contents of its phlegm

The pulse above feels thick on the plains there
An exotic turns into disaster
There were moans of pain and tearful moans visible for the refugees there
Semeru is a mountain located in Lumajang, East Java as if angry without

notifying beforehand
Many residents died because of the bright red phlegm that was vomited by
volcanic ash
My nature is vulnerable to danger. The detection device is not a guarantee when
he gets angry
Mount Exoticism in the range of the island of Java seems to be starting to wake
up from a long sleep by giving scary dreams
Or indeed it is natural causality, sometimes friends but sometimes enemies

I entrust my prayers for the refugees so that the nature there will improve soon
Is my nature and the contents of this world become older and older?
Only God knows as we pray to him that nature will soon be friendly to humans
Ayatullah Nurjati
Just Relax—enjoy The Moment
I want to love you as simple as like the moon who is always faithful to the earth
I want to love you simpler like the earth that always orbits the sun
I want to love you the simplest like oxygen that is always and anytime sucked by
the creatures that inhabit the earth
I want to always love you awfully the simplest like every inhabitant of the solar
system needs the existence of the sun
Simplicity that arises from the heart will not be lost like Adam and Eve were
reunited on earth
Don't think about the ratio because love speaks only the heart, the mouth is the
intermediary
like plants that always photosynthesize and need the sun
Ratio always abandons the idealism that exists if as a person who loves and is
loved like a planet that never rotates or revolves like the earth
Let all that happen and continue to pray that the light will not fade to illuminate
the universe in our solar system. Let love be like the sun
Quatrain A B A B A B A B
Ayatullah Nurjati
Kebumen Cried
The shops forging red ignite the irrational race

The road carrying thousands of looters reaps perverted pleasures
Students learn to tear meaning with their hungry monkey-like nature
The pedicab driver tries to pull the most exploited burden, the plunderer
whispers
Engko Aming-Mas Parto clashed because of daily customers

They ignite the flames that have been suppressed for so long
Real humans are upset because of the alien invaders, that's what orthodox
humans call it, because they have never had sex with education, especially
because they are jealous of the gold in their pockets.
Even though the essence of it all is God's creatures, so where was God's
intervention, where was God at the time of the incident, was God sleeping at that
time, or was God having an affair at the hotel? The God of Stuttering is the God
who sows confusion, the God who shakes reason, the God with the rose collar,
the God who has the venom of a deadly snake.
While the real God is trying the fortitude of his protégé who is plagued by chaos
of character
The transformation realm shakes an absolute belief in the coffin

Kebumen is a global city which he says: glorifies a diversity of existence, whether
he is human or alien, but why it can be ignited by rumors that are not clear.
Kebumen of Central Java in region of Indonesia cried because it was roasted,
iron, steel, bottles and orange utensils and the looters rejoiced
September 1998
Ayatullah Nurjati
All About Two-Legged Animals, Reptiles And Marine
Animal
I am a chicken
You are a snake
We met in some places unmistaken
I seemed to wake up and was amazed like the earth was hit by an earthquake
I met you after heartbroken

you shade me and protect me and sorrow overtake
I seem to wake up from a bad dream and awoken
Even though you were angel but you were blacksnake
Reasons that can't possibly be united if it's in the animal world because it's
different between a chicken and a snake
Obviously, a chick will be eaten by a snake if it is a child but the facts are
different with me—I am a rooster still in the family of chicken
Clearly in the Chinese zodiac it's undeniable—both animals can protect each
other than me who is a chicken must have an affair with a goat or that was a
myth and story in a thousand islands of Jakarta that my enemy is mackerel tuna
and that's unmistakable
This is real fact is not fake
Slipi, November 14th,2021 7: 25 PM
QUATRAIN A B A B A B A B A B A B
Ayatullah Nurjati
Bound By Shipwreck In A Maze
The man is afraid to fall in love

Even though it's a true gift from God about love
The definition, theory and practice of love is difficult to realize
The man is just stuck in a love that is confined by a maze
Love for him has sunk along with the desire buried in the very deep cave
Like a trough in the sea that is blown away by the chaos of the wave
Desire that will never happen and hard to understand like haze
Let love die together with dreams that never come true like dove size wings and
feathers in characterize
Ayatullah Nurjati
Amoral
Every day I always struggle with panic

And every day my desire is blocked by the woman I love
The woman who said she loves me
But what is the true meaning of love?
Because there's only a heated kiss

Hugs and intercourse that is always a spice
So what exactly is it all?
Is it true love?
Philosophers who have spawned works of love

The answer is at the end of the sky
And Jibril is the one who knows it all
or God who deliberately hides it for him
Ayatullah Nurjati
The Love Of The Prophet—an Indescribable Longing
The love of the Prophet—an indescribable longing

This longing swells, stirs and reverberates throughout the universe and all
corners of the world
Longing never ends as if lying stiff in the rotation of ticking time
Longing flows profusely felt by every human being
The longing that is always tethered by the desire to flow is glorified by the poets
Longing is always never blamed with the fact of love phobia, love for the
Messenger is like megalomania
Longing to complain to feelings then complain to the heart part of the body
organs made from blood, flesh and which has been mixed with ammonia
Longing to get rid of existing ratios and feelings and every human being will feel
willing
Those who love him, love his lover, will not expect his love to return, because it
is pure until cheerful and cheering
Miss, please define it in theoretical and practical discourse because it is a gift

from God and it's indescribable, always happy
The old green longing has been tied up and pulled away from broadcasting a
specific and character news
Honey of love in a cup of opium at the mihrab, a love banquet attended by the
Angels interspersed with sholawat mania
Until the end of his life he always reflected his love for his people, it was so
obvious as if he was present in every sequence of events when we were glorified
and recited in congregation through the Nabawiyah Sirah which was summarized
in Al Barjanzi while glorifying the Creator as loved and himself as a lover —not
far apart
SLIPI,12 RABIUL AWAL 1443 H (October 19,2021) .8: 25 AM
Ayatullah Nurjati
My Heroes
Indonesia
The patter of the struggle that is tethered through the essence of sheen that has
been agreed upon by the fighters and the whole nation
The blood that flows signifies a hurricane of beauty, even though it is full of
sadness, but that's a struggle
The red flowing blood is your courage, O warrior, even though sometimes many
lives are sadistically tied but that is your willingness, O hero.
your family, relatives, friends and friends in arms are willing and ready to give up
their lives on the battlefield
Indonesia
Several decades and orders have passed with uncertainty to the point where our
present age has matured through that process
However, our task is not heavy compared to those of you who have given up the
spirit to separate from the body for the sake of the independence of this nation
Hopefully the unity that has been established will not be obsolete by time
On behalf of the nation and state, I hope your struggle will not be in vain for the
sake of the unity and integrity of this nation
May God answer our prayers
Ayatullah Nurjati
Fishing Philosophy
Fishing is not about getting fish

It's also not a matter of the fishing equipment used
Also not the kind of sharp hook, arsenal and bait used to trick fish
Or a thick and strong fishing line for fishing used
But it becomes a living that must be done for the fulfilment of life for the
fishermen of catching fish
For any reason in getting the target fish and their friends throughout the water,
both fresh water to sea water where they used
It is clear that fish and pond dwellers to the ocean are very happy if they are
hooked with conscience and patience, especially for those anglers and fishermen
in tricking fish
Fish will always be sincere and happy to every human who hooks them even
though they are not aware they are being tricked slowly rather than hurting them
by changing the colour, taste creativity and intention of the water where they
lived
Ayatullah Nurjati
Cigarette Philosophy
There is a longing that resides in a cigarette

The puff of smoke that is inhaled resides in the deepest heart with every
inhalation
The addiction in nicotine and tar becomes an idol in a cigarette
The smoke that is inhaled from the mouth, larynx, pharynx drops into the lungs,
liver and heart as if their idols in every inhalation
In the medical world there are many poisons in a cigarette

But the medicine for a geek like me for always sucking it
It will be numb if I don't smoke it even if it's just a cigarette
The philosophy of coffee and cigarettes is like husband and wife who become
partners when when we are sucking it
Ayatullah Nurjati
Loving You Like Running Marathon
In many cultures in my country there is the term elopement

was it possible to marry while running when my youth was spent understanding
that term
but now I know that the farther you take your partner you will marry as far as
possible, the more that term you will find that love becomes real and eternal
movement
like romeo and juliet then. However, sometimes I wonder how they have the
heart to allow their daughters to be treated that way or do traditions and culture
overpower their ideals of this term
In fact, practitioners elope for more than 10 years or even more, they do that
until they get a new baby to come to their parents
I don't know why I disagree or what, it is a fact that my religion eloped which is
still a debate, some agree and some don't, depending on how you react to it or
what
I don't even want to comments, but to be honest. The fact that I feel now, I want
to love you like running a marathon because then I know the process is longer by
maintaining the rhythm of running, physical and breathing and approaching each
other very, very well and I realize that you are also very dear to me in this
movements
Ayatullah Nurjati
All About Drinking
Origin coffee is black because of the strong colors he can choose the soul
Tea is brown because with color we know where we came from and will come
back to the color
Why is beer cloudy brown and foamy because when we consume it, we will
always be infatuated with the world
Red, black or clear carbonated drinks because we are often confused in living this
life
Cider is a clear yellow color because often we are not aware that we are often
persuaded by a frantic heart
All types of drinks are above humans because with human engineering
everything can be created even though God's intervention
Purification of water is clear because with the color we want, it is as pure but
sometimes it is often used to mix new types of drinks.
What about mineral water, which often has an affair with the manufacturer
Milk is white because with color we can interpret love as nature because of purity
The most original is the water that offers God although it can be duplicated in
taste but cannot be made according to the songs. Likewise, love is like coconut
water, all the organs in the tree from the roots to the branches that hang down
to the ground always provide shade. Nothing in him was wasted—Useful to the
world
Ayatullah Nurjati
Cinta Rasulullah—rindu Yang Tak Terperi
Rindu ini membuncah, menggurita dan bergema ke seluruh jagat semesta dan
penjuru dunia
Rindu tak pernah berujung seolah terbujur kaku dalam rotasi waktu yang
berdetak
Rindu mengalir deras dirasa oleh setiap insan manusia
Rindu yang selalu tertambat hasrat mengalir diagungkan oleh para penyajak
Rindu selalu tak pernah dipersalahkan dengan fakta cinta fobia, kecintaan pada
Sang Utusan layaknya megalomania
Rindu komplain ke perasaan kemudian mengadu ke hati bagian dari organ tubuh
berbahan dasar darah, daging dan yang telah bercampur amoniak
Rindu mengenyahkan rasio dan perasaan yang ada dan setiap insan akan merasa
bersedia
Yang mencintanya, mengasihi kepada sang kekasih tak akan mengharapkan

cintanya kembali, karena murninya sampai riang gembira dan bersorak
Rindu, Silahkan kalian definisikan dalam wacana teoritis dan praktis karena itu
adalah pemberian Tuhan dan itu tak terperi, selalu saja berbahagia
Rindu hijau usang telah tertambat dan menepi menyiarkan sebuah kabar nan
spesifik dan berwatak
Madu cinta dalam cawan candu di mihrab perjamuan cinta dihadiri oleh para
Malaikat diselingi sholawat mania
Sampai Akhir Hayat Beliau selalu merefleksikan kecintaan kepada umatnya,

Begitu kentara seolah beliau hadir dalam setiap runutan peristiwa ketika kita
diagungkan dan dilafadzkan berjamaah lewat Sirah Nabawiyah yang terangkum
dalam Al Barjanzi seraya diagungkan Sang Khalik sebagai Dicinta dan Dirinya
sebagai Pecinta —Tak berjarak
Quatrain A B A B, A B A B, A, B, A, B
SLIPI,12 RABIUL AWAL 1443 H (19 Oktober 2021) .8: 25 Pagi
Ayatullah Nurjati
A Shoulder To Cry On
Even many decades ago he was a man who felt an indescribable betrayal
The plan has been engraved but becomes endlessly destroyed
Love is an essential gift from God, they say, whether it's a philosopher, poets,
linguist, novelist or psychologist or whatever they said, it was interplayed
But what that man felt was clearly different and it is denial
Love for that creature is a lie, like husband to wife or vice versa, it is pouring out
emotional
Because there is no love that is existed
Love is like the ebb and flow of the sea that is influenced by the moon or or
water droplets flowing from the valley downstream towards the end of the sea
and it is worthed
The man for him gets a heart even though he doesn't love but the woman loves
him and that's not rejected and it is not antipodal
It's just a blind illusion in the morning for those who believe in the element of
materialism, it is love classic lexical
Philosophers such as Al-Ghazali, famous poets such as Shakespeare, Khalil
Gibran, Jalaludin Rumi, Rabindranath Tagore seem to be easy to define of loved
An undeniable fact that love belongs only to Allah and His Beloved is the Chosen
Prophet--it cannot be ordained
But can he get the love attributed to that belief? He really does not know, only
God knows of from his revelation delivered again in Holly Book by it was
chronological
Ayatullah Nurjati
A Love Letter--Farewell From Utari
Yogyakarta, April 21st,1997

Create a name
'Icard Nurjantan'
There
Greetings…
Finally the truth is the winner
Everyone who comes must go. Everyone who arrives must return.
Sincerity must go
I am Sorry …
I can only hope that:
You are safe to your destination
Small, worthless things that is prayer beads, can always remind you of God and
me
Communication between us will be able to continue
You can immediately realize all your wishes and,
Greetings, love, love and peace will always be with us.
from me
utari
Ayatullah Nurjati
A Love Letter For A Name Hidden Among A Few Notes
Of The Day
It's a shame if the man told the truth that he really loved her, for some reason
that feeling aroused instantly
He had never before fallen in love so quickly, he would never try to lower his
value, let alone lose the moment
As long as she understand that he has never looked at someone from
stratification, degree, family lineage because basically humans were created by
the God with perfection so he has said from the start when he protected her and
tied she as a lover, He doesn't care about your past which you think may be
bleak, he believes that it is a process of searching for identity or indeed a nature
or destiny that must be lived
But anyway He will always love she and He will always don't care who she is.
Honestly, he is tired of hanging out with girls who are established in the throne
but single with ethics, and he finds she to be a woman who is indeed established
on the throne, wriggling but shrouded in ethics
No matter how aware he may be that she is a little disappointed with his
statement, He says that not because he wants to dig up all your past or reclaim
old wounds that have been tormented for so long, but because he wants to be
someone who will always know your desires and desires and he will change your
loneliness and sadness. to be absolute beauty. Forgive him dear, because from
the beginning he has emphasized that when he likes someone, he is mentally
prepared for the person he likes and loves. Hopefully all those desires and
desires will always be there and never be lost in time.
This is the beginning of how she understands him because basically he likes
honesty because honesty is gold for him and honesty defeats and leaves all
desires and desires that exist.
maybe he isn't the same type of man as the man she already knows, He may be
too honest to say everything. he is not a teenager anymore, not an established
man let alone a man who knows how to be a macho man who is always ready for
everything. Perhaps it would be more correct if she said that he was a classic
flawed man. His style of making love is not that of today's young people, and he
would prefer it if they made love instead of traveling, let alone visiting a woman's
friend's house
Basically She is a goddess who can put away all desires
Ayatullah Nurjati
Scream
He's a man who wants to cry feel what's going on

But it won't be possible considering he's a mature
The feeling that has been lost for a long time has returned back for many years
He don't know what puberty is or what it's called as maturity
Sometimes the feeling is like a child who just felt the love of a monkey when it is
going on
The man felt something strange inside of him starting to reap and mature
There's nothing wrong with that feeling of love because the woman has been
waiting for him for how many years
The grown man wanted to scream but his voice was hoarse remembering that he
had been called by forbidden love is pulled as God Authority
Ayatullah Nurjati
Raja Ampat
At the end of the island of my country there is an indescribable beauty where

there are many marine habitats decorated by many biological animals such as
many species and Rainbowfish
There lie 4 clusters of islands which must be very clean, the ozonosphere
At a depth of 4 meters, you can easily find various fish such as Lion fish
There also lies the heavenly beauty that you want to embrace along the seashore
Missing anglers seems unstoppable to immediately catch, many fishes like

amberjack and billfish
Heaven covered by This islands had been wrapped by a thick mythology it had
been proven in alongshore
The beauty and the disappearance of the lush biological habitat will never be lost,
must be built accomplish
Coral reef and all the habitats in it are a Foreswore
Keep being a worldly virgin and never budge, especially with the persuasion of
the flash capital
Promise to always be like that, your nature seems to scorch the beauty of the
world along the nearshore
You must always be Mariam who is always a virgin and don't let your nature with
the greed of people change like bish
Whatever it is if you dive into its heavenly beauty you will find a strange
habitat—piscivore
There are sincere and innocent people, Hey greedy people, don't ever destroy my
nature by throwing away plastic waste, pesticides and detergents
When you are like that I will call the angels and police of the world as
superintendents
Ayatullah Nurjati
Your Trace From Anyer To Ujung Kulon
I traced the road where you live and I didn't find the presence of your trace there
From Anyer to Ujung kulon, there were no remain about you
It's not even 1 year since the tsunami hit the north coast of Banten on there
It's not even 6 months pandemics yet to hit this country—like gold and diamond
bijou
Scratches and cracks in the ground along with the scars of nature's wrath are still
clearly visible in there
2 days in October 2020 when there were insulation everywhere from Jakarta to
Ujung Kulon, my old friend and I tried to find traces of nature and His majesty
but Neither I find you
It's strange, is it true that your trance is stuck on a coconut tree or is it close to
child of krakatoa mountain? or is there really no where
There is no shadow of you there to the point that I want to visit the Ujung Kulon,
but it is not available, there are not you
You are like a genie who comes and goes as she pleases like Covid that is there
but not visible, invisible but real kills directly to venipuncture
Even I feel more sadistic than Covid 19, can numb my feelings and soul anytime
when I think of you
Alas, I think I'm tired just thinking about that and that, I thought you were just a
miniature
instead of having to be hit by a pandemic and contracting a deadly virus because
of thinking about you
Ayatullah Nurjati
A Man And A Hoe
There is a man sleeping in the Cavity wall

His height barely fits when he lies down
In a slightly towering building something has fallen in party wall
Because of sleepiness that he doesn't care tool his hoedown
He uses his rest time to rest in the fall

Like a plant that has rested for a long time and produces beautiful flowers with a
fragrant aroma, where people will feel comfortable its shade down
Causality which is usually done as an effort to provide for his wife and eight
children—natural call
Lazy time stops ticking upside and down
There is nothing interesting in him that always interacts with the wall
What is clear is the vulnerable hoe that helps to climb the stairs and go down
The break was over and causality resumed—he was always sad as to why his
foreman kept telling him to execute the building of wall.
It's sad to be treated by the bosses and foremen like a clown
He muttered to himself, luckily he wasn't ordered to build a big wall like

Borobudur or the Chinese wall
Frozen feelings and his soul will become imbrown
Ready to explode at some point similar to a bombshell
His Hoe is always sulky and doesn't want to be on the stairs like Superman who
always finds it difficult to lift Thor's paw because it's heavy carried by the wind by
megasporophyll
Ayatullah Nurjati
Menjadi Realistis—hidup Dengan Kesederhanaan
(Terjemahan Being Realistic--Live With Simplicity)
Aku adalah seorang praktisi kemiskinan

engkau adalah praktisi Kemapanan/hedonisme
Kita bertemu di ruang-waktu yang tidak disengaja
Entah dari mana datangnya engkau seolah hanya menggeliat seolah
membangunkan alam bawah sadarku tentang dunia ini
Alam bawah sadar yang telah dicengkeram olehmu yang hadir di setiap doaku
Entah ini ujian Tuhan atau apa, entahlah, aku juga bingung pada saat ini
engkau dulu adalah orang yang begitu kukenal, tenang dan meyakinkan
tapi sayangnya ada jurang pemisah di antara kita
layaknya iman yang selalu harus kutanyakan padamu atau itu hanya sekedar
topeng
Aku dulu menyukai kepolosanmu dan sikapmu sederhana yang ada pada dirimu--
selalu ingin
digapai dengan sabar
Yang jelas ledakannya semakin melemah dan memudar, membuatku menyadari

bagaimana aku harus bersikap
Aku selalu ambigu dalam menentukan sikap
Dan saat aku menjadi pecinta, aku selalu menjadi pecundang
engkau adalah ruang antariksa dan ruang waktu

sedangkan aku adalah bumi nan gersang
Bisakah perbedaan ini disepadu-sepadankan dengan persepsi tentang hubungan
serius yang telah terjalin setelah sekian lama?
Ketidakpedulian, kepasrahan dan diam adalah kuncinya, sembari berharap Tuhan
berkenan memberikan jalan-Nya bagi umatnya yang selalu berdzikir
Hanya ini yang bisa saya lakukan
engkau datang dan pergi terserah padamu
sekarang ini, sudah tak masalah bagiku
Yang penting perasaan terpendam itu kembali
Terima kasih sayang, sekali lagi, idealisme saya semakin memudar
Ayatullah Nurjati
Ayatullah Nurjati
Balai Pengobatan
(Translated From Treatment Center)
Puisi resah tentang hati yang gundah

Mahluk ramah yang terlihat lemah
Aku bukanlah preman juga bukanlah seorang kiayi
Dan aku juga bukanlah spiderman apalagi seorang priyayi
Wajah yang beringsut gusar menengadah nanar

Bagai bintang bersinar yang nampak kekar
Bertaut lebam, - seraut wajah pendiam
Katanya dokter itu malaikat jibril malah terkesan sebagai pengejewantahan
Tuhan yang riil
Menebar krikil di alam yang muskil

Jadi macan usil yang menggerogoti kutu jail
Pasien hanya bisa berharap agar jangan disuntik terlalu kerap

Sementara sang suster cantik lagi tengil mengidamkan daun bertatap
Bangunan pengobatan bagaikan intan berlian
Obat-obatan rasanya layar tobat
2.35 pagi Waktu Indonesia Fatmawati /10 12 2003
Ayatullah Nurjati
The Color Of A Woman
She must have be strong in facing her life when she was out of blue
When she felt poor in yellow
It was really hard until I saw her beet red
She must struggle in giving Her children tickled pink
But you may see that her neighbor live in green
This can happen because she was in black
She was illiterate and look black

This made her life was so really blue
her husband divorced her with a reason of green
but that reason was a lie because of the insistence and violence and made it into
yellow
she received the decision in the divorce papers with envelopes of pink
Her children were four and they were in red
Now she is in the red

She looks for a job in the street of black
over time he weakened and her face becomes pink
she refuses to feel blue
She doesn't want to feel yellow
she wants to live with her four children in peace and green
Fortunately, in front of the house left by his parents, there was grass in green
at her father's house of red
she started making plans by making a toilet of code yellow
She always waited customer money box that color was Black
She never felt Blue
Her face was no more Pink
There are so many male customers who tease her when she wears colored
clothes Pink
But she always refuses because she feels comfortable with his four children in
green
Even though she once felt in love with a well-dressed man of Blue
However she realizes that if she falls in the man's arms, her four children will not
be taken care of and that can be red
While sipping a cup of colored coffee of black
Suddenly someone came to bring a bunch of flowers dominated by color of
yellow
with a beautiful and graceful woman wearing clothes of yellow
in a park there are colorful buildings of pink
while the bachelor who really loves him is wearing a colored shirt of black
in perfect sync with the scenery, the colorful trees and grass of green
the bachelor carries the engagement ring in the box of red
the widow was shocked beyond measure and couldn't help but feel happy mixed
of blue
The man in black confidently proposes to the widow in yellow

There is no Blue and no Pink
They must live in Green happily and can married in carpet of Red
Ayatullah Nurjati
Sharpen The Feeling Through His Love
I haven't had love in a long time, it's weird

Life is like eating without salt--tasteless
This mature more than a few decades passed I've never felt that too
When I was about to give up all worldly practices and tired of the search
suddenly a creature of the female came over to the side.
I'm confused what to do, that's the feeling that God has given me but I also can't
hold back that feeling and worry that the irregularities in my dark past are re-
engraved.
Even though sometimes I like to be jealous of people who are dressed in the
world, but I try to slowly remove all that envy
right now I'm ignorant of all that has to do with hedonism and worldliness
because I'm tired of it all
I better complain and pray to Him and express my love for Him
Ayatullah Nurjati
Massive Demonstration Of The World Fish Peninsula
In a pond, there are so many milkfish that live with fame, how is it not every day
that they are lied to, fed--fished--presto-eat by humans, their friends are giant
prawns, tilapia fish and White Snapper as if they know about the owner's affair
with their customers.
The milkfish realizes that it will not be able to be like the salmon that continues
to regenerate here because the condominium concrete, embankments and
various irrigation accessories seem to castrate their reproductive causality.
even though the Sembilang fish had whispered softly that it would not be extinct
until it reached its adult size. Honestly they like to be treated like this as it is
natural that the fish must be consumed by wild animals or humans or even
transported so that they all die. sad indeed.
Patchouli fish, Lundu, keropak, tawes especially because they have lost their
identity because they have been reconstructed by the building. They screamed
where their current habitat was because they were displaced by the magnificent
building of the human who never thought what if they were conditioned to be
marginalized, let alone displaced or the porong area, Sidoarjo how many fish
have died because of human activities. They are no longer in power. The elders
downstream of the mud grouper were getting hot 'immediately mobilize troops to
break down the dam connecting the apartments and the concrete to the
downstream' said the grouper fish commanding. They feel that their death is in
vain because it is not served on a plate at the human table or served as bait for
gills or beavers. The tiger prawns are now straight and thin, feeling sad and sad.
This is their fate and soon they will have a massive demonstration and it will be
covered by water world television. Sad indeed
Ayatullah Nurjati
Siapakah Gadis Itu…?
(Translated From My Poem Who Is The Girl?)
Keindahan yang datang secara seporadis

Setiap derap syair yang tekantup sadis
Kepulan asap kemenangan terrefleksi sendu
Distorsi temaram yang terobsesi laksana cawan candu
Secuil kertas pelipur lara, - terbahak-bahak bergairah
Kaca jendela kerap berubah menjadi emas darah
Pergunjingan di teras luas - parah
Begundal malam bertemankan secarik pena kusam
Seorang lelaki kelang beraromakan garam - tersingkap keram
Tulisan-tulisan yang menari seiring dengan perputaran malam
Gadis yang terkulai manja bagai langit temaram
Sebuah impian tentang keindahan absolut yang terampas oleh hasrat kelabu
Terngiang-ngiang oleh gadis berparas ayu yang dibungkus busana merah jambu
Lelaki malang saat ini cuma bisa pasrah dengan dentuman waktu yang malas
berdetak, Dan siapakah gadis itu….?
Jakarta 12 Mei 2001
Ayatullah Nurjati
Jakarta, This Is My City. What's About Your City?
This world is unfair, why do humans create stratification and class? Does it
function as a balance so that this world runs properly or does there really have to
be class and social stratification so that the rich need the poor with their energy
and the poor need the rich with their accumulated money. However, life in
Jakarta is indeed like that, pragmatic discourse is so loud and deafening for its
residents with a unique fact, indeed the tendency of modern society's life
demands tight competition. So the concept of materialism is very applicable in
Jakarta.
Indifferent! He doesn't want to get carried away with such thoughts
Why humans must be born with different stratification conditions and degrees.
God is very fair to create humans with such conditions or is it just a human effort
to find an identity in culture, He again asked my conscience. But it's useless, it
doesn't mean anything from my dirty cursing because God created this universe
always on opposite sides, there is water and fire with the aim that this world runs
optimally.
Ayatullah Nurjati
Thou United In Thy Condition
Being into the nothingness

not making it up
Making up becomes nothingness
because of the absence there has being Thou
no human being
Because thou have to follow the orders of Thou
Exist--Being--The Creator--Eternal
Before there was being there was The Creator
after being will had been gone The Creator still exists
The Absolute Being of Creator can always make existence
those who exist cannot exist
The universe and everything in it does not exist without Him
Everything runs optimally according to His direction
Ayatullah Nurjati
Karena Kau…?
translated From Because Of You...?
Aku terhimpit oleh kesendirian yang tak berkesudahan

Terpaku oleh gersangnya pelangi
Masduk dan mengamini ketidakpastian
Sebab tak mungkin memamah intan tanpa gerigi
Ke udara, air, tanah liatlah kumengadu
Sebatang rokok, secangkir teh basi menjadi teman saling berbagi
Sementara sang dewi amor pasrah ditandu
Cinta yang tertanduk dua segi
Antara dua pintu yang terkunci
Disitulah kau terbit menepi
Melantunkan lagu syahdu
Menyirami kalbuku yang kering akan riuhnya gemintang
Kuseakan sadar akan antariksa nan suci, karena kau …..?
1.48 pagi waktu Indonesia Barat Tanjung Duren 2 12 2003
Ayatullah Nurjati
Mad As A Snake In Real Life
She is Snake, always plays in bushes

But her appearance like An Angel
She is snake in grasses
her face is so really looks very shady but her heart is ready to eat anyone who
becomes his food in jungles
No one believes in her and neither does he

a snake is still a snake, it can't be a lizard
undisputed facts and neither is he
He, they, we believe in who he is, so does he
The white snake was a legend that Xu Xian fell in love

Queen snake medusa because of her evil nature was so unlucky and died
because of the mirror shield by Perseus
Nyi Blorong whom Prince Tejo Arum felt in love
He doesn't want the woman to be Medusa, he wants the woman to be Bai Su
Zhen or at least Nyi Blorong who, even though they are both snakes, can give
love.
Ayatullah Nurjati
It Talks About Dog's Life
He do not want die like a dog

Because she acts like real dog
she was no dog
because I am dog it
Do not ever be dogging me when I am doing something

Let it be me because you and they are the top dog to act in plaything
But all that kind became disappear because of pandemic striking
will this memory dog us all days in our daily life? only God Knows it
Ayatullah Nurjati
A Banana Republic
I live suffocate In this An Apple

In it there is a society that is formed into a state because the norm is not to take
action in a melon
I work casually like a plum
My friend is always cool in cucumber
Act like charity in a peach
Many residents use lemon transportation as their vehicle
But there are not the leaders who have eaten too many bad apples
Blunt state above and sharp below in bear fruit practice
Let it be so, it's natural that the leader does to go banana
A couch potato by using game of gadget of the children is the right solution
although sometimes misleading
When is it good to be like this? Hot potato becomes a spectacle like a soap opera
I don't care at all. As a commoner my life is just a bowl of cherries
Don't be stupid with it all, the important thing is that we still bear fruit
Our work gets mango and we can still eat, drink and get the simple things we
want so just simplify your life
Ayatullah Nurjati
Dawn In Damn
The drums of war rang loudly; 'rat-a-dub-a-dub'

Terrifies the souls of all who hear and makes the guts shrivel up
Heard all over the world from Alexandria to Mesopotamia
Then punctuated by the sound of trumpets that deafened the ears of the
inhabitants of the world
Dawn has just started but there is always something strange
The dawn doesn't want to rise if only this happens
Likewise the night when the situation is like that
Panic and fear come from all over the world
The sound of bullets from automatic rifles made people hide; 'rat-a-tat-a-tat'
The sound is so loud that it can be heard from the continent of Asia to Antarctica
What's the mode?
What is clear that it was the work of a pragmatic war artist
They are used to spreading chaos in the name of power, religion and ideology
past and present it had been result of a despot leaders who has jargon in the
name of perverted beauty
Ayatullah Nurjati
Color Of Life
I am black
You are red
They are blue
Because we are orange
Universe is in many galaxies almost completely covered by dark black color

humans being despot actors are inside the thin red line
it's impossible for the sky to show its blue color
the world is always shrouded in orange by the sun that is getting old to shine
Class is always being distinguished by the colour of life

The difference between dark and light colors is an image of human perception
Black, white, red, blue, green, yellow and orange are beautiful colors when they
are synergized
Not only destroying the color but also it will be more beautiful if they are
combined or mixed with each other to make it more beautiful and meaningful
Slipi, September 24th,2021.7: 02 PM
Ayatullah Nurjati
Boxing Class In Real Life
We are born in the state of Lightweight

It doesn't matter if it's the son of a king or a commoner
So are those who were born and raised under the auspices of heavyweight
It's the same for them with conditions of middleweight
When we are both adults, we just decide by ratio, our minds and thoughts
become bright
Whether you agree or not, that's another thing in real life
Being in the same shade of sunlight
Education, religion that shapes conscience from insight
Ayatullah Nurjati
Joyous Spirit
Humans survive in various ways

This body was built by the spirit given by God who breathes
just like the earth that always revolves and rotates ON GOD'S THREAD which
always sways
whatever kind of creature which has life in the end will be buried again in clays
If only the spirit could demonstrate it would not want to mingle with adversity or
something despicable
God's commandment to be 'a joyous and joyful spirit'
he just obeys what God tells him
Those related to the flesh of the blood vessels are wrapped by the heart and liver
so that humans can be moveable
the subtle part in the spirit that is difficult to understand and needs a spark of
conscience can understand God even though it is difficult to applicable
Ayatullah Nurjati
We Are The Book Text
I, you and all of you are part of Text

Our fate is sometimes in a torn book
Our life is always in context
Jealousy, hate, anger, joy, blue emotion, and other feelings are stages of body
text
Women, Men, Presidents, security, managers and whatever the name is all part
of the storyline
We are all the result of the book section, It contains subtext
everything about us is a bookline
which will be published by the publisher in the lifeline
the achievement of life can be said to be teletext

Pairs nicely with inscriptions in the next generation
happy life is called videotext
What's about my life—it's plaintext
Ayatullah Nurjati
Being Realistic--Live With Simplicity
I am a practitioner of poverty
You are a practitioner of hedonism
We met in an accidental space-time
out of nowhere you just squirm as if to wake my subconscious about this world
the subconsciousness that has been gripped by you seems to come in every of
my prayers
I don't know if this is God's test or what, I don't know, I'm also confused at the
moment
You used to be the one I knew so serene and reassuring
but unfortunately there is a gulf between us
either faith I should ask you or it's just a mask
I used to loved your innocence and your simple attitude or you are, always want
to reach it patiently
What's clear is the explosions that are getting weaker and fading, it makes me
realize how I should behave
I'm always ambiguous in determining my attitude
And when I'm the lover I'm always the loser
you are space and space

while I'm the arid earth
can this difference match the perception of a serious relationship that has been
around for a long time?
Indifference, surrender and silence are the keys while hoping that God will
provide His way for his people who always make dhikr
this is all I can do
You come and go it's up to you
now it doesn't matter to me
The important thing is that the pent up feeling is back
Thank you dear, a little more, my idealism is getting worse and worse
Ayatullah Nurjati
Tired Of Searching—early Retirement
This heart is too tired with the achievement of desire

Desire is man's greatest slave
Desire is man's greatest enemy desire
A real desire but people see it as something that is too much
Instead of thinking and intuition with desire, it's better to just throw it far away
in the trash
Because in the trash there are also dim desires, ideals, wishes, desires of the
heart and whatever it is called
Please enjoy the process
Slipi 9: 44 WIB. September 18th,2021
Ayatullah Nurjati
Mad Poet—dives The True Meaning Of Love
Every day he always struggles with the flurry of uncertainty

And every day, his dark desire doesn't come true
It's all a big lie
Eternal desire in the name of love does not exist
In the name of a creature who loves nothing and is eternal

Maybe it seems absurd and anomaly
It is said that various philosophers and Sufi experts practice the origin of love
But there is also no discussion that practices eternal love
Until finally the poet is mad because of the invention that always fails
until finally the poet stopped by a shabby flea bookstore and found a cheap but
meaningful book with the philosopher's big name stating
'true love is someone's love for something without any interest and strings
attached behind it. In fact, the 'importance' is the thing itself'.
Instantly the poet was shocked and thought that love does not have to have--
possession only belongs to the God and we should love Him as the actualization
of Being to the God.
Ayatullah Nurjati
Love Lover
Scars of a sad face into an image

The image that is getting clearer by the day
because of desire it becomes damage
I think resignedly while counting the days
I've never felt this before in my life

maybe this is the answer to my uncertain youth
endless search for love
I never worry about it
because the love of creatures is mortal

The search is getting more and more endless
now i don't expect much for it
only the sharpness of understanding about Thou I found what I had been looking
for
00: 20 Am (WIB) Slipi, september 17th 2021
Ayatullah Nurjati
Idealism—empiricism
It has been long time I struggle with idealism

It was never ended
I confessed I was still in that situation—empiricism
Plato, Elea dan Hegel, Emanuel Kant, David Hume, Al Ghazali had taught that
point of view never ended
now that torch of idealism has been glowing more and more
I could see the trace of Al Ghazali talk about empirism more and more
A spirit that has a divine soul is the goal of a person's life
it had been sometimes looked vague when combined with my life
I do realize, is it so really hard to be practiced?

because there are other parties who try to undermine idealism with material
treats—sweet memories
Can you establish the divine spirit?
don't blame anyone—blame me for never agreeing practices but it had just in
theories
Slipi. September 16th,2021.7: 36 PM
Ayatullah Nurjati
The Black Cat--Deep In Side Sorrow
He always stay in nite—glaring

His feed are not fish or chicken—rare
He looks them around the social equilbrium--starving
Plastic, Rice Wraph and Rubish do not escape the search from passing vehichles-
-glare
The black cat lives in the the capital country--flare

Even so, he is always grateful to God for giving him life
According to him life is simple, the most important thing is to be able to
scavenge food to live, no treat and no Scary
However, it is different from the sewer rat who always feels that his life is never
enough because of his thief nature
The sky that is turning twilight between the blushing violets

The sun that is tired of hanging on the western horizon seems to confirm the
empty city life with sacred desires
as if going to an alley, the black cat greeted the sky sadly--it seems the food he
got was a bit stranges
Rice packs lying on the side of the road with side dishes that seem new but
contain poison which is for the wicked mafia—stated on the pamphlet
Slipi. September 16th,2021

3: 45 PM (WIB)
Ayatullah Nurjati
The Black Horse—freedom Of Life
‘Tis a multiple city

‘Tis city serve all kind
‘Tis is a cruel city
There is no humankind
Black Horse can not be live here because there's no Istall

‘Tis hard to believe that Black Horse can live peacefully without runnin' fast
‘Tis city had been trap his physicall appreance in jail of stall
That black Horse eventhough traped but still free of thinkin' blast
Freedom had been already Trape' by despotic desire

The expression could not be expressed
Criticize is not wilt to be critized
The Black Horse must feel free using his common sense—brained—inspire
This Poem was inspired after teaching 11: 02, September 14th 2021
Ayatullah Nurjati
Thou Art My Thy
I my self doth not Wrong in seeing Thy Rein

I my self had lost control because seeing universe as the aims
Thin red line makes it so really enter to the vein
Because Thou had breathed the spirit of a clot of bloods
I do really realize that Thou wilt not stop and is timeless

Still Thou give an opportunity for weak creatures to educate their minds
A Sunnatullah orbit dance that THou have taught Through Thy Prophet is a sign
of Spiritual causality that must be done
Thou have become a particle that is slowly dissolving and disappearing. This is
the pinnacle of absolute love
0 is human
1 is Lord
Read! In the Name of Your Lord, who has created
Ayatullah Nurjati
Enter And Accept Certainty
I AM SO Yellow
Because Thou give me clue
Thy rein are hard believe to follow
And it makes me blue
Thou Art so beautiful giving all your love'

As if I became a distant person who doesn't know Thou
Thy love is so serene that it takes away the existe'
Timeless Thou give everything for a weak creature like me—wou
I call Thou sit down, Thou come standing up

I call Thou stand up, Thou come running
O Allah, O Lord, your love is so beautiful up
as if leaving the idealism of existing
Ayatullah Nurjati
Dejavu--Woman In Brown Veil
Never before in my life have I fallen in love so fast

let alone trying to lose the moment
let alone lower the value
i never did that
I'm not good at processing flavors--even though I already have it but it's empty
maybe God sent you at the wrong time
but I believe in it as part of knowing the full meaning of love
love between humans and Allah SWT--Wihdatul Wujud
Rasulullah has taught how to behave
because women have to be respected for their feelings--even though it's hard to
apply them
Ayatullah Nurjati
Desires Snippet: The Meaning Of The Color Of A
Woman Who Is In Love
the provider is not making it up

exists in the absence
exist because there is nothing
there is no love
the soul war coffin is engraved with the concept of desire

tethered snippets of orange essence
the desire to unite is difficult to bloom
a weak person who believes in the substance of love

Blue emotion is filled with intense desire
will the love that has been found come true
an elegant woman who has been waiting to come but doesn't give a sticky
certainty
when did that woman come?
because the badass poet believes in him
what is the meaning of all this if the woman is not sure of the concept of color
colors in life that are always different, but give a beautiful feel to the world
with differences can unite universe

with color can also unite the attachment of love
yes the love that hangs in the orange cloud
August 26th 2006: 2: 17 AM
Ayatullah Nurjati
Ity Has Gone
the worn out sun has been struck by an elegy of glare

a dim day isolated by a dizzy drought
leaning on an image drained by pleasure
knitting dreams on the horizon that is reluctant to stand
when isolation occurs there is only relevance

a silent witness who takes shelter in a petty creature
Ity has left a black note
you don't have to cry on the veranda stunned by the mighty man
adrift by intimacy and infidelity
You…, left leaving an endless painful stain
the choice has been tied up and never regret

because between a beauty that's where you will find the protector
Goodbye dear, I hope you can understand the meaning of your life
Ayatullah Nurjati
Totalitarian Love
Welcoming beauty studded with shrubs, reaching for union with material avarice
?
Twisted life sure
Why is it difficult to match perceptions?
Why is there anyone who wants to fade the idealism of our love? Or is this really
a scene in an episode of life that must be passed?
I'm blue when I have to dive into the realm of materialism
because I'm black looking at the world, even though sometimes I find it difficult
to choose light and dark black
but black can never be changed by other colors because of its nature.
I don't want you to be so my love—blue because it's ambiguous, different colors

will look beautiful
The world will look in sync when visited by dark and light colors even though
sometimes they collide but they show their true identity
I want to be the sugar and you the water which won't change your nature. I'm
sure that my nature will reappear—black where nothing can separate us both
except God and I love you totalitarian through marriage bonds
Ayatullah Nurjati
Rooten Bookworm
The worn out book sheets are flabbergasted

The pages that look up
Theories and substance play with philosophers, writers, novelists, and experts as
if clearly broadcast
The cover and chapters that fell down seemed shabby and about to be
reincarnated
Books and a few knick-knacks crash the arrogance

Footnotes and the author's work are squirming about to be swallowed by a
disorganized brain
The bed bugs are about to get sick because the book has aged
While the evil stencils seem to be mesmerized by the shrewdness of the

actresses and actors
And the burglar bugs turned to the stencil and groped the poor book
Those pages, chapters and illustrations can only scream at being raped and
sodomized
While the ethically naked actors squirm and get aroused
Until finally the bed bugs devour the artist in the book
Actors seem to be aware and become salvatours for the despotism of pornism
An aesthetic-ethics to be offered and that is a selling point
11.09am after waking up, March 25,2004.
Ayatullah Nurjati
I Pick You, Inti
The old green longing has been tethered and pulled over
Tossing to the winds the arrival of a lover
Your core is a woman who is an inspiration
The virgin at the culmination point rotates in the bond of love
From Jakarta, who struggles through curves and their associations, I have come
to step aside
Kebumen doesn't seem tired to wait for my arrival
As if yells of certainty await you
The essence, acute complaints and the appropriate dimensions await you
A myriad of bars want you to open
you are loyal to open my sunken heart
The point is, if only I could turn my hand through the paper of fate, of course you
would squirm consciously
kebumen in jawir's testimony, tattoos and a few old friends seem to be waiting
for me to tell a story about how to fight with love
Inti, wait for me
July 4th,1999
Ayatullah Nurjati
Jakarta I'm Back
Knitting the twilight that is full of desire

The old carriage on the wheels of the night squirms to be accompanied
Hometown broadcasts from the brain that wants to be reincarnated
Get rid of all the pain and a pinch of black and white books
Jakarta I'm back to scavenge all hope

Bored hope is turbulent along with the merchant selling food
The rails seem to be a witness to your greed, my woman
The woman who is veiled by the sharpness of the father and mother
Kebumen incised black ink which is certainly unforgettable
Where Kebumen rests on shoe soles and benches
Publishing the long barrel after knitting life

Jakarta seems to be waiting for me and my best friend, Kutojaya, seems to keep
on steaming and even the machinist doesn't want to back down
Jakarta and lots of love seems to promise me
But recently there was a slapstick human who made a statement about love,
moved to turn his head
But he didn't come when I was spreading all hope
Goodbye Inti, your love is so serene as if it were a lustrous lust that negates
everything
Ayatullah Nurjati
An Old Face
The face that is always strong is eaten by age that doesn't seem tired of whining
Never reap the gold in his shabby pocket and pocket
Still hoping and hoping that he can ride life
I can only berate him, abandon him and always make his heart cry
Is it called father, father or papa who is always strong in the storm
Is it really a steep road that is always tread
Because my father can reap the old school bench with his greedy trinkets
And because of my father, I can pierce the essence of life through education
I'm grateful for the old face that seems tireless to give peace
I who don't know myself can only chatter to that face how to behave without
knowing how to behave humanely
I who don't know thanks can only write black ink and keep screaming
Basically, I don't know myself or don't know how to repay
Day, night that face always scavenges for diamonds for my family
But take a look at what cursed children including me can only think about
personally
The lines on the face that seem to have faded and the muscles that are inching
are wobbly
Still, that face always has a smile on it
Thank you father, hopefully one day you will be able to receive rewards from me
not through material things but through essence.
Ayatullah Nurjati
Iron-Tipped
A pile of worn-out scrap metal plunged into the sky

Wrinkled his forehead, furious and a little bit red
The sun that sustains it will gradually recede
Witnessing the dull blue beauty—wrecked
Disorientation, axle, coupling and accessories attached to it regarding the black
dagger
His mustache is no longer scary but looks peaceful
I'm like a thin kris—drain
Because I can't find a unanimous determination—desperate
Ah it's just an illusion for a tie car
Without a pile of iron that is recycled, smelted and smelted, it would not be
possible for all of this to exist
Oplet, helicak, tram are good enough to regenerate
A cloud of sweat still doesn't make the body chaotic
And don't forget the rickshaw, the ontel bicycle is a witness to the times that are
said to be thugs
The plagiarism tire has droopy lips because of the dictator's pretentiousness on
the motor orator
I'm like a nipple that is flicked by a naughty coquettish girl
Well then, how about a two-faced television, a deaf cell phone and a sliver
computer?
All of them except bullets, munitions, missiles, grenades, atomic bombs are iron
tips
Ayatullah Nurjati
Night Cheating
When the night shines

The moth that leaves for night service
Pavaroti crickets playing the orchestra
I'm a friend who is sadly wrapped in hope that is caught by sensitivity
The Bethloven frog that has a tenor voice doesn't seem tired of humming
In the longing that seems to be covered by thick clouds
Friendship of a silent but faithful night
Cleopatra's fireflies seemed to be laughing and sobbing infidelity
Cigarettes and old pens tirelessly stand on the backrest—eliminated by an
inspiration about a poor poet who is in love with a utopian goddess
Ayatullah Nurjati
Blue Night
The black color of the night is shattered by the drizzle that doesn't get tired of
crying
Nature seems to be spewing anger
The dwarf poet is a girl who is said to be his lover
A poet who dreams of becoming a prince who is always plagued by the foam of
pleasure
A girl who is indeed a queen complains about a life tethered to love
12.28 WIB/18/02/04
Ayatullah Nurjati
Blue Allegory
The sad view is sobbed by the injection of cultural transformation

Culture wrapped in desire rolled up by norms
The fact that turns out to be drowning the rice that is about to be harvested
Clothing that seems ashamed to fade because it was torn and raped
The mountain mountain painting has been exposed by the media
A mute witness like me can only enjoy through the screen
The passion buried by the noisy roar of the engine
Sometimes it's hard to muffle because of my thin mind
It turns out that the mirage has been moved by existence
Anxious young people clash with the dominance of durian
Green filtering brings a prison in interaction
Solid paranoid gray hair hitting asteroid embroidery
Steady sails sell dreams, scavenge virtual life on, -Earth looks up and stops to
rotate
The naked butterfly sheds its cocoons and graceful wings
The feral cat trims its fur
The pillar of the night churned through the beating heart
Book building teaches how to behave
Romance—love—and whatever the name is as if laughing
Placenta of baby crocodiles aroused by murky desire
Mobilization—transparency—reportation and whatever the status is is a
signification
There are no more norms—religion, the most important thing is the status and
existence of the legam
There are no more beggars, buskers, robbers because they can only cry
hysterically
There are no more cows plowing the fields, horses carrying carts because they
are old enough to work
No more—no more
Tanjung Duren 23.12/15th March - 2004
Ayatullah Nurjati
Immoral
Every day I always struggle with panic

And every day my desire is blocked by the woman I love
The woman who said she loves me
But what is the true meaning of love?
Because there's only a heated kiss

Hugs and intercourse that is always a spice
So what exactly is it all?
Is it true love?
The answer is at the end of the sky

And Jibril is the one who knows it all.
Ayatullah Nurjati
Nerve Human
I am a man of nerves
I'm poor sometimes
I complain about the lively life
I whistle the implied meanings
Playing with crushed plastic
You're a flawless Venus

You seem to never get tired of interacting with worldly faces
I have sex with the free sun

That's why I deserve to call you the goddess
Can we spur the glow of the amor who is tired of spitting?

Symphony and elegy about different creatures
The madman and the goddess who entered will clearly see the black frog
Tanjung Duren 28/08/03/ 11 o'clock in the morning
Ayatullah Nurjati
Dark Night
The synchronization of the night manifests the hope that is drugged by dreams
Feelings of sadness are crossed by the smudged smudging of life
Why does the sky scrape the mosquito net
Bias - vanished by the cruel cascade of oppression
The phenomena of women are reflected by the roaring desire

A world full of blue moon
Just a virtual corridor in a maze
Reaching for the sparkle of dreams
When did all that happen?

Only rats and cockroaches know
Grogol 10 September 2002
Ayatullah Nurjati
Because Of You
I'm crushed by endless loneliness

Glued by the barren rainbow
Enter and accept uncertainty
Because it is impossible to eat a diamond without teeth
To the air, water, clay I complain
A cigarette, a cup of stale tea becomes a friend to share
While the goddess Amor surrendered on a stretcher
Two-sided love
Between two locked doors
That's where you rise aside
Sing a beautiful song
Watering my dry heart will be noisy stars
I seem to be aware of the sacred space, because of you
Ayatullah Nurjati
Treatment Center
Restless poetry about a broken heart
Friendly creatures who look weak
I am not a thug nor am I a kiayi
And I'm also not a spiderman let alone a priyayi
The face that is infuriated is looking up in despair

Like a shining star that looks strong
Linked with bruises, - a quiet face
He said that the doctor was the angel Gabriel, instead he was impressed as the
real embodiment of God
Spreading pebbles in an abstruse realm

So the nosy tiger that gnaws at the jail fleas
Patients can only hope that they don't get injected too often
Meanwhile, the beautiful sister is crass for a face-to-face leaf
Medical buildings are like diamonds
Medicines taste like a screen of repentance
Ayatullah Nurjati
Who Is The Girl?
Beauty that comes sporadically
Every beat of poetry that closes is sadistic
The puff of victory smoke reflects sadly
The obsessive dim distortion is like the cup of opium
A piece of paper for solace, - laughing out loud
Window glass often turns into blood gold
The gossip on the wide terrace - bad
The thugs of the night make friends with a dull pen
A man with a salt-scented scallop - revealed cramps
The writings that dance along with the night cycle
The girl who droops spoiled like a dim sky
A dream of absolute beauty snatched away by a gray desire
Being resounded by a pretty girl wrapped in a pink dress
The poor man at this time can only surrender to the pounding of time that is lazy
to beat
And who is that girl….?
Ayatullah Nurjati
Red Daily Cow
Falling in fatigue
The song of the sun is grinning in confusion
The moon spurs dim desires
Stars are shy
The sky is bound by shipwreck
I'm drooping miserably
Dense hope drooping surrender
Sad life feels
Because the wild wealth belongs to the collared creature
I, they, you, he is a cash cow
All of them are wild red creatures
While the building cat blushed
The blue planet is shaking
Broadcast time ticks, - dilemmatic axiom
Hanging dreams on the horizon
Sadistic slashing sword
Indecision one after another
The lost life has appeared
For living in a wet place
Will life be bright?
The answer is at the end of the toll bridge
What about five-star hotels who have an affair with the police?
The forest raped by sycophants
The jellyfish that was knocked out scrubbing - the bed
The tranquility of nature is decorated with gratitude
Ayatullah Nurjati
Wrapped In Abundance
Reflection of life entwined in stupidity

All melted because of the expression
Religion that presents beauty, - reflecting through violence
Where is the hope that presents a peace
Raise the synergistic arrogance with the dipper of absolute power
War promises a strand of meaning and a twist

Is it wrong if I say that it's the work of artist politicians
Who brings blue hope to the instigators of beggars
In the name of a sacred religion

The sweat that drips on every strand of strength
Gone when they raised it through religion
Is it wrong if I say it's all naughty

The presentation of despots who give speeches through hunger
Einstein weeps and clings in confusion
Because all rulers use their depravity
Einstein was deceived by the mahligai promises in the name of beauty
So, not because of religion, the state. However, because of the person
Ayatullah Nurjati
The Pierced River
The splashing of water seems to be full of love, - he said

A hook sustains the dark night
Fish choking on leaf baits
Morning whispers cheerfully
Worms pierced by inflated boats
The dark red river turns into jet black
Construction and fencing blend the concept of nature
Soap, detergent and concentrated oil are friends of broom fish
Broom fish that never melt with work
Mute geek as if to be a witness to this destruction
Mud crying because of being raped
Shrimp become straight-thin
River stone, cement, sand and concrete seem to be a dictatorial king
Often water becomes pragmatic-opportunist
It's only human waste that becomes food, - fish friends
The fields are overgrown with gray tulips
Generous rat sings death song
And plants are reluctant to produce cultivators
Ayatullah Nurjati
Dear Viewers
I was crushed by the black book belonging to the skipper

I'm obsessed with the roar of the sun
Horny elegant blue desire
Sometimes it's stepped on by grass in the morning
Where are the dark clouds?

Where is the scallop dog?
Where is the pale, bruised face?
This is where you can find a horny face, -

Ah, it was a blind-savage illusion
Synergy with the steep hope that is at the peak of MONAS

The elegant can satisfies his libido with the foam of fame
While I'm just being a virtuous viewer-BIAS

All the garbage that inevitably becomes a distortion-logical-empirical
All serve fun masks
Lizards, bay leaves, crickets as if he was embarrassed to make
While the toothless tiger deceives cockroaches that have ulcers and are dirty
Then how am I helpless to see it all?
Everyone, - including me is sand in a swimming pool, - surrounded by crazy
single women
Ayatullah Nurjati
For My Sweetheart
Blue is no longer sad—indigo is not so crazy

Red isn't bad anymore—black isn't dark anymore
Green is no longer dazzling—orange is not as strong as potash
Yellow is no longer dizzy—white is no longer clean
Life is about a beauty

Colors squirm caressed by a desire
Breathe clean air that becomes a mooring of fate
Be strong as a rock, weak as a butterfly, rebel as strong as a tiger. life is not to
be raped for its rights, life is an instinctive causality that is turbulent according to
what conscience says
The victory achieved is a flexibility of conscience

You are a strong, strong, gentle, turbulent woman
You are a woman and I am a man, - a woman who wants to be white through a
life while a man who is clogged with sensitivity is about to be stroked by a
woman
Struggle and set and crush the waster at the crossroads in splattered wounds
Wriggle restless in sensitivity
Between two sides you can understand how beautiful love is
Cover with the hum of life
Smile, smile baby. Don't you doubt about the meaning of life
Ayatullah Nurjati
Street Octopus Babies
Drain the heart to scavenge a sadness

Babies make a fortune
Their mothers—their fathers let them go because they were bound by a
substance of life
Those who can only crawl play the strings of beauty for a moment
They have to stretch something for a can of milk, or a baggy school shirt
Where are their fathers and mothers, are they both busy chatting in an elegant
rented house by putting aside the ego stuck to their foreheads?
Or are they really orphans who don't know the love of their parents, and are
forced to become a disease on the streets
In the light of day surrounded by puffs of smoke of scorching sorrow, they tried
to overcome the arrogance of the drivers and conductors.
Babies teach grandparents how to be human
A street baby with a hoarse voice who seems to be looking for a mouthful of
chicken porridge by traveling the world to a donated country
The nurse is dressed as a dwarf with a clutch and buckle who carries a prison, a
prison of insanity and gives a frantic diaper
The nicks of sweat, the trail ran aground, the busty skin became an impression
on the baby octopus, its many legs can hit buses and public transportation.
Small coins to scavenge their survival
Road markings can only be witnesses to the baby's life.
Ayatullah Nurjati
Green Reflection Of Leaves
Bits of smoke staggered away from the deaf nose and scattered across the room
Unsteady body braiding 'kretek cigarette' ration
Today only two sticks of literacy inspiration are left
The eyes are stuck because they are sodomized too often
In the corner of the room near the hospital soup kitchen, lies a virgin who is said
to be poor in desire
While falling onto the bench that lay stiff, writhing wet
So far, the ontology that is glorified is absurd, anomalous, and sky high
Antipathy, antigone, anti-discrimination and camel-anti-joking in the ivory tower
The horizon in the serrated ontology of screwdrivers, hammers, stethoscopes,
hospital tools and cleaning service tools races in a skilled work routine
Colored white messages from the first floor to the sixth floor
Cream-painted hospital stumbles on critical discourse
Free medical treatment—sutris—drain, but in demand and qualified.
Ayatullah Nurjati
Good Bye My Mother
Silent silence has the effect of stinging sadness

A face with a thousand meanings vanishes in the orange silence
Brackish tears dripping from empty cheeks
The spirit has a fierce attachment to be brought by an angel
Mother So quickly you go to leave the existing promises

Mother, the beauty that you have planted in this fragile heart is so beautiful
Mother is so serene, you penetrate all sharpness of mind
Mother is so majestic you teach the essence of life
Mother rest in peace—I pray that you can enjoy the charity you have reaped
Mom thanks for everything.
Ayatullah Nurjati
Shades
Barren my soul wrapped in social desires

The green tray is shrouded in fact—stunned by the frenzy
Beauty is imprisoned by the coffin
Furious rattling like a dagger
Morning comes, the universe leaves the old sun

The day is bright and chaotic, pedaling all the orange clouds
The glittering night of shame quivered in the splendor of the colorful light bulbs
The mirage in the scatter ration

Metamorphosis in the strings of fatigue
The bars of shame absorb in the muttering of fresh water
Fish travel to the empty space of life
It's time to reap freedom in the shackles of life

It has come to crush the cursed demon that keeps the prison of interaction
Creatures that are stuck in bars of shame are collared creatures
The animal tethered in the interaction prison is the king of curses
Ayatullah Nurjati
Jati Jajar Cave, Kebumen, Central Java
A pair of doves came because of a promise

Flying crawling pedaling the coffers of the air
The trees are strong in a difficult season
Between love and desire the silk net
Round eggs run aground as the soil dries up

Tie yourself a pair of doves reap the desire in front of the cave
Raden kamandaka is a witness to their love story
Hopefully the fallen leaves don't slap the guitar strings
Ayatullah Nurjati
The Junction Tile Factory (Cemara)
rain pins the void

the water stirs the night
thunder rumbling all pinning chaotic desires
the trees shed their leaves
the wind blows to the crown

cold seeps into the giddy soul
body flowing with salty sweat
asphalt has black ink on passing vehicles
the junction of the tile factory I contemplate in the heavy rain which is dizzy as
sweat drips down my limp body
I want to crush the woman next to me

I want to invite him to chat in the quiet rain
I want to let go of her passion in the moans of spring
Mature girl with elegant feeling is amazed by the trickle of dripping water
Ayatullah Nurjati
Taken For Granted:
for A Name
The beauty of life is broken by the invasion of the eyelids

beard hacks empty in the nurseries of the angels
brackish tongue clashing with teeth—bound hoarse voice
nose stuttering glare at an admiral of the heart
beautiful woman with a circular scarf puffing out her chest, frowning her
forehead which suppresses greed
blooming majestic seahorses arguing with dolphins in the trough of the heart
for a name shrouded in a few notes of the day
solitaire and rummy stuttered for being food poison
Concentrated body squirming caressed by the dream of the heart

Men—fathers produce something meaningful
Women—mothers giving birth for an instinctive causality
Virgins and virgins dimple in panic
For a sacred name exalted an expansion of the heart

holy prostitutes are nervous because they have been raped their right to life
The thug sighs because his heart is hungry
For a name that is eternal again I scream to reveal an impression that you are a
clean person who is strong in the ration of beauty and whoever you are……
I'm embarrassed.
Ayatullah Nurjati
Self Portrait
My soul shriveled up by the whirlwind touched by the singer's heart

The bamboo booth ordered by adrenaline feels congested
The deaf water is embedded with the fragrance of a young dress
TERRIBLE brain arranged
The majestic roof to the virgin kingdom

Shabby hair reminded of the mighty commander
The racing heart of the ballad disappears
Javanese script of galuh
A twilight work awaits the translation of the red and white character—a furnace
with black charcoal
A piece of diploma is difficult to reach for a notebook that races on a black and
white photo
A shirt that satisfies the desire to go back fast
Business cards in a bad niche
Ayatullah Nurjati
Absurd Word
Getting touch in blue

Deepen human right by the sharp knife
Keep in mind by the falling leaf
Drunk in sorrow by a poem
I am who whispering in the sun—laying down my hair.

You're madly in the star walk away in the sea
They way out in red house
Teaching cruelty in peace area
Ayatullah Nurjati
The Darkness Place
The earth is place for living

The moon is place for traveling suffocate
The sun is the place for sharing life
The moon and the sun naked in holding edge of boring, friendship with the earth,
which is interminable
The blue sky has been bored to revealed beautifully

Humans wiped it out with the rotting
The ground has been old—start to delicate
Because the human offer the ignoring
The water is lazy to froze and boiling

The nature starts to creaking and windy
The animals cry on their destiny
All spices world is eager to quick

The human claps hand with the enigmas
There is no mercy for this place
Only the slaver, which is always ordered following the god
All life is not so vivid because of the trickery of human

Humans who are always being the king in this place
The arrogant king is always penetrating distrainment
They bring all reins the name of the human being and green
Ayatullah Nurjati
Good Looking Scenery
The scenery life is so lovely as a reality

‘Tis at glance so great
‘Tis so far so good as opportunity
So tight so close like a beat
So blue so sorrow in this land
So crime so treat
The scenery always brings us into the good hand
Till we forget that we're defeat,
What a beautiful the scenery is!
Dance in peaceful like the fusty,
Bare in the milk away in miss
Playin' in Venus with the dust,
For the teenager who loved a flatterin'
The way is made so undrestandin'
And the animals that love a woe
And the armies that live a foe
There is not the world for saying in jailing
We can sharing suffocate in the sailing
Sleep in the sun with the necked breast
The consciousness with the amazing touch under the breeze of death match
The game of life between the poorest and the richest,
The most beautiful and the ugliest, which we watch
And the opposite the world view
The good scenery had been create' by the God
We can say this symbol of mutualism with the explosive blew
And the angels who had been following the rein of God
Or the fairness reality of the point of look like utterance inside the world
The world had been crowded of the people who are living here heavily
Even though ‘tis forbidden by the god straight forwardly
But the norms and the rain cats and dogs make all that became sin
‘Tis true that just only the wind knew all a bout reality
The question is, - why we can not sit back with the reality
And the god who really know between the heaven and inferno or reign
Even the prophet had taught that religion was made for people in peace
Philosophers had been teaching that the philosophy is way to understand the life
These questions make the world become more beauty
For the people who always want to go-bring the charity
Ayatullah Nurjati
Vanishing Of The Faith
I my self found the new art of life-point of look

A reality, which is endless of transience
Our critique hath been installed yet of willin'ness of renewal difference
Love of freedom as a unit of stranger
‘Tis familiar of the faith which hath been vanishin'
This is all statements; gathering for defender
In the building of shadow literature hath been made by missundrestandin'
The statement for the pangs liberty of the trickery man
If thou art who includin' in at hand; wilt be loosin' the rein of the god for good
The God shalt be never loosin' power, - shalt never be docile by human
Human bein' must be followin' the rein of the God
Whatever and whenever their own regard to the religion
Ayatullah Nurjati
Urban Crickets
The lice has been cut by the knife
Like the cat takes a shower in a rainy way
The butterflies are hopeless romance
Lion is laugh in the dry season
The urban cricket is cryin' on their destiny
Cows are deceived by relay on
Horse is looking for grasses in tin ice
And I've been just waking up from my traveling around the bed and the pillow
Ayatullah Nurjati
Hopless Romance
O, Thou art, in my dream-nacked in the moonlight

O, Thou art, in my holdin' touch so tight
O, Thou art, …always in my mind
O, and thou art also in my hand
Alas, Venus, Thou gi'e me the art of life in the trace
Alas, Rose, Thou gi'e me the art of utterance
Alas, Bird, Thou always bring me a beautiful scenery
‘Tis I doth not even know here, I my self want to embrace closely
I my self is always lonesome think over my destina'ione
How a beautiful thou art! Dance in emo'ione
If I my self see Thou, I always fe'l hungry
Sometimes I my self is ma'e angry
Like a bee fee's dry of honey
It pla's smoothly at the green valley
Like the flower blossom in the winter
Like a man who makes love painter
I my self who's lookin' for-never found an eternal love
And, with Thou I my self marry in survive
And, whose nobody else which is feelin' as same as I my self in lovin'
He or she is a hopeless romance which is not always preceisin'
Ayatullah Nurjati

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Poetry Series

He walked to all corners of the compass to meet his girlfriend

There is an abyss separating the two of them

Words have a soul

Animals also have a word in their life communication

In contrast to Creatures, God is clearly a polyglot. He is Omniscient every living

I loved you with all my heart but you wanted a lot

Every day it gets heavier, it seems that I feel this life

Andreas did not recover completely

However, strangely he was gifted by God with an above average memorization

Healing is an intermediary when he is struggling with nature

Silent doesn't mean not moving

Helpful is the essence of an action

Never say don't, don't do it

It seems Rather difficult parsing words into reality

Love is a word; it is not a sentence that just comes without feeling

Grief and sorrow, emotion, confusion and giddiness have disappeared

Face it all with a smile and sincerity

© Ayatullah Nurjati @poemhunter.com

Let the sun be covered by it because of a sacrifice that is not in vain

Call it Sasongko, he is a person with a much understated appearance, anyone

Lines of beautiful landscapes are presented as if they have become chaotic

Becoming a trustworthy teacher is not an easy matter, it requires a sense of

The clouds drift toward a halt at the end of the night

© Ayatullah Nurjati @poemhunter.com

© Ayatullah Nurjati @poemhunter.com

You silence my creativity, I do not remain silent

Every Action will be seen from how are the movement

Slipi, October 31st,2022. © Ayatullah Nurjati @poemhunter.com

Right now, I feel like I don't know how to act

© Ayatullah Nurjati @poemhunter.com

Cinta memang tak selalu dipertemukan di musim gugur

Pemuda belia terkantup dalam rona warna cinta

Ketika cinta berlabuh mengapa orangtua mereka menanggalkan idealisme cinta

The Magnificent Stadium studded with sparkling flashing lights seemed to be a

Kanjuruhan is a witness to the tragedy of October 1st,2022

© Ayatullah Nurjati @ poemhunter.com, October 5th,2022

This month means a lot to me

© Ayatullah Nurjati @poemhunter.com

We were separated for more than 7 years

© Ayatullah Nurjati @poemhunter.com

I'm a citizen who lives near an integrated waste management site

Palmerah. September 20th,2022.8: 36 Am

Philanthropy, Donations make the community strong

Winda, the secretary of a government institution, comfortably and eternally sits

Palmerah. August 29th,2022

Sinkronisasi malam mengejewantahkan asa yang terbius Impian

Fenomena--nomena wanita terrefleksi hasrat menderu

Meraih kemilaunya impian

Terjerembab dalam kepenatan

Jakarta 19 Juni 2003

Aku adalah lelaki kurus hasrat

Jum'at Malam 01 May 2003.1.43 Pagi

In a dirty place full of rotten smell, there is a beauty

Palmerah, August 25th,2022

Aku terhimpit oleh buku hitam milik para juragan

Dimanakah letak awan kelam?

Di sinilah bisa kau temukan wajah congkrang-terangsang, -