Jane Kur

Do you think fate has the unavoidable nature

With its twistful turns and continuances

That eventually leads us to a predetermined line

That nevertheless, would be suitable for our soul?

For I have traveled many miles

Away from my life, to embrace another life

Yet life itself lured me back into its trap

And I become its voodoo princess

No matter how high I tried to fly

Or how wise I try to grow

This chain of bitterness seems to be endlessly pulling me
down

With hatred, betrayal and foolishness

I’ll scream if I can, cause I really want to

I’ll run if I could, but I have not the heart to

Now all that I can see is an endless circle

That has begun to eat away my rotten faith

If this life’s journey is all about hardship

And hardships are meant to give you power

Then what’s the use of easy living after hardship?

Will it even come at all?

Now all I have is fear and confusion

With doubtful heart and mind that marry as one

And it seems like they cannot be transformed

All is dark, all is dull.

JK

Can three mere words really say I love you?

When an emotion is so hugely and significantly present,
would words accurately and appropriately represent what you’re really feeling?
Or is it more like what they say that  ‘action
speaks louder than words’?

When romance has become so conveniently purchasable, would
lovebirds now prefer a big bunch of flowers or a deeply sincere private
gesture?

It has occurred to me that in a world that is continuously
putting materialism on pedestal, nothing that is genuine would be appreciated
any longer. You have to dress a certain way, and act according to some written
code of practices to be accepted. And that’s only the gateway to the other
person’s attention! Not to mention the high maintenance of calls in between
lunch breaks and at nights, expensive candlelit dinners every month, and last
but never least; the emotional battles or attacks that you have to put up with
at least every other month.

Yet in the world that is so rapidly moving towards the
shallow superficial, I am blessed to have a heart that is appreciative of the
real thing, of the genuine. Recently, amidst the frantic habitat that I live
in, I witnessed few incidents that touched my heart so deep I could play it
back in my screenhead and saturate myself in their warmth and that itself,
would take away all the misery that I was having at the time.

A dad was taking his son for the first bicycle ride, when
his young son was struggling to ride. The little boy fell and he began to cry, whinging
and complaining that he was not going to ride anymore. The father sat his son
down at the grassy park, and he explained

“That’s how it is when you learn to ride… you try and you
try, and you fall.. you might get bruises and scratches here and there, but you
keep on trying and before you know it, you can ride”

Somehow encouraged by his father’s subtle words, the young
boy began to ride again and at that instance, right before my own eyes, the boy
was riding his little bicycle. My joy was so uncontainable that after he
stopped his bike I shouted, “you made it!”

The young boy and his father began to ride around the park,
then on to their way home.

For as long as humanity is around, I know that I will
survive any and all of the sorrowness in the world. And for the boy and the
father, and a lot more people who shared their lives just for being
themselves.. I thank you.

JK

Give me tranquility

Give me joy

Give me happiness

Elevate me to a peaceful mind

I am not looking for a perfect man

‘cause I’m not a perfect person

I would have settled with good

But I didn’t expect great

I’ve been twisting,
turning, twirling

Reaching then
withdrawing

Caressing and then
escaping

Embracing and letting
go,

‘cause that’s the
game that we know

While all a man’s do is spoiling

With extensive and expensive luxuries

You give me sheer and simple joy

That was blissful, you make me feel peaceful

When the sea starts to wake

The wind and the sun start to sing

Here I am resting in tranquility

Nowhere else but right next to you

I’ve been twisting,
turning, twirling

Reaching then
withdrawing

Caressing and then
escaping

Embracing and letting
go,

‘cause that’s the
game that we know

JK

Sudahkah kau mencapainya?

Hari demi hari membanting tulang demi suatu tujuan

Dapatkah kau merasakannya?

Ribuan materi kau kumpulkan untuk mengisi kehampaan

Apa yang ada pada akhirnya?

Karena pada dasarnya, semuanya tetap sama

Jadi untuk apa semuanya?

Selingan palsu belaka yang hasilnya sia-sia

Kedamaian diperoleh bukan dari keberhasilan

Atau kenyamanan yang didapat dari selimut intan

Di ujung bumi, atau puncak gunung bukanlah tempatnya

Kau akan kembali dengan hati yang tetap merana

Jadi, apa yang membuatmu berlari amat cepat?

Tak tahukah bahwa kau tetap berada di titik yang sama?

Awan kau gapai, gunung kau peluk

Tapi ketenangan hati tak bisa kau kuasai

JK

Berawal dari titik–titik embun salju,

berakhir di rerontokan daun-daun kering

Terbuka di antara jejak-jejak kecil kaki daratan,

yang tertutup saat di ketinggian langitan surga

Sang pemberian yang terdekati, lalu menjauh dan menghindari

Namun ia kembali, tapi tak untuk dimiliki

Menari di atas dataran, dan berusaha untuk memagari.

Adalah awal dari pelanggaran hukum alami

Pemutaran roda membawaku kembali di sini

Berbeda ruang, berbeda waktu, dan jiwa pun meyakini

Ini adalah suatu yang baru, sesuatu yang berbeda

Satu per satu akan kujalani, tiap lika liku kan kuhidupi

JK

Backyard games, toys and swords

Fish oil vitamins, rabbits and puppies

Shoutings, screamings, cries and laughs

How I treasure them, how I love them

Bullet on knee, razor on finger

Sweet hot buns, made up rains to drench us all

Sunday morning service, weekend night ice creams

I keep them dear, I hold them near

I know someday they will part

I realize sometime this will end

Such as life, things must go on

But I cherish the present, I nourish this love

Once there was one, and then two

Soon enough there were six

Now we’re all abundant of love

This wholeness has lifted us high

Is it true that at the end of the rainbow you can find
treasures?

I don’t need a map, I don’t need directions

Golds and pearls they do not match

Because right here I found my Gem

JK

When the clouds started to drift across the
airy sky,

and the drops of tiny sheer rain began to
tumble and drown onto the earth,

Where were you Moon?

When a mother’s scream and tears were
followed by an innocent cry

The pure baby breathed while the elders
began to die,

Where were you Moon?

When a tiny spark of joy leaped a youth’s
spirit so up high

Whilst all a man could do was give out a
last long sigh,

Where were you Moon?

Life, Death, Joy, Sorrow

Cheer, Scream, Today, Tomorrow

All a man’s do, all a man’s say

At the end of it, that’s all the price that
we can pay.

JK

Raga kian berlatih
Hari demi hari mencoba untuk memulih
Getir hati tak kunjung padam
Menalaukan keguguhan yang dipendam

Tak terlihat, tak terdengar, tak tergenggam
Namun mata hati meyakininya
Titik demi titik hidup kan kusulam
Sampai tiba di keakhiran baya

Menanti, memulai, dan mengakhiri
Roda demi roda terputar dan terjalani
Menanti, memulai, dan mengakhiri
Selalu berbeda, dan aku diperkaya

Kini raga, jiwa dan hati bersatu
Berlari dan berjalan menuju ke satu kedamaian
Bukan tujuan yang diraih,
Tapi perjalanan penuh arti yang dinikmati

JK

Can’t we live without primal prejudices and shallow stereotyping?

Today I was kindly introduced to a key member of an organization, whose first line of her self-introductory was “come and join us”. I was utterly shocked; I froze for about a tenth of a second. Trying to hide my surprise and keep up my courtesy, I sent her a sheer smile and gave out a ‘maybe’ gesture.

There was no harm on her line, no self-indulging or any hint of self-superiority whatsoever. But whatever happened to “hi, how are you?”, or “nice to meet you, where are you from?” or “what do you do?”.

Whatever happened to the basic conversational skills, and the common courtesy of communication?

Why do people need to ‘group’ others to a certain race, belief, or even sexual preference?

Is it a grueling thing for the twenty-first century dwellers to accept an individual as is?

In a highly evolved society, where nations are civilized and independently administered, even the most individual soul is categorized into a certain group.

Nomad, melancholic, anti-social, boat-rocker,…

and many more names that supposedly can describe the many characteristics within a unique individual. Do you think it’s wise to see someone as an Aquarian, or Libran, or a Horse or Dog and judge their characteristics according to the ‘groups’ that they belong to?

I’d say, nay.

”My songs are not clear, and many could not hear

It is engraved in silence, and to listen you don’t need an ear

I’m more than a canvas, you’d have to go deep through them

And once you can infiltrate the covers, I’m all yours to keep.”

JK

Come, my dear

Let me take you to an opened window of my heart

Sit by me, my dear

I will tell you a story no one has ever heard

The facts and myths of the known, and the unknown

The beginning and end of many more to hear

The construction and abolishment of endless things

Of meetings, fallings, breakings, healings

Maybe you would know, maybe you wouldn’t

Because this door was tightly shut

Many have tried to penetrate, but failed

Because this door, well it’s locked from inside

But you’ve been there before, even from outside

I think you didn’t notice you were there

Because your shoes left messy prints all over the inside

But now I’ve wiped them all away, it’s clean. It’s pure.

Have you ever wondered why I took you there?

How long will it take until you realize your presence in
mine?

You touched my sheets, read my books

Remember how we made music together?

My songs are not clear, and many could not hear

It is engraved in silence, and to listen you don’t need an
ear

I’m more than a canvas, you’d have to go deep through them

And once you can infiltrate the covers, I’m all yours to
keep.

JK