Farid Ikhsan

“Harlem

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?”
― Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems

“One way to remember who you are is to remember who your heroes are.”
― Walter Isaacson, Steve Jobs

“The day will come
When my body no longer exists
But in the lines of this poem
I will never let you be alone

The day will come
When my voice is no longer heard
But within the words of this poem
I will continue to watch over you

The day will come
When my dreams are no longer known
But in the spaces found in the letters of this poem
I will never tired of looking for you”
― Sapardi Djoko Damono

“Jika kisahmu diulang seribu tahun setelah kepergianmu, maka mereka yang mencintaimu akan merasakan kehilangan yang sama dengan para sahabat yang menyaksikan hari terakhirmu, wahai Lelaki yang Cintanya Tak Pernah Berakhir. Mereka membaca kisahmu, ikut tersenyum bersamamu, bersedih karena penderitaanmu, membuncah bangga oleh keberhasilanmu, dan berair mata ketika mendengar berita kepergiamnmu. Seolah engkau kemarin ada di sisi, dan esok tiada lagi. (Muhammad - Para Pengeja Hujan)”
― Tasaro, Muhammad: Para Pengeja Hujan