Ni Putu Ayu Yogi Ardhaningsih's poems

Ni Putu Ayu Yogi Ardhaningsih, born in Mengwi, Bali, February 3 2000, graduated from Japanese Literature at Udayana University.

KOMPAS/CAHYO HERYUNANTO

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T-junction

Roads without mercy
The driver stumbles
My heart is broken
My blood boils

I'm separated
With him who I can't
see twice
Or maybe many times

Thanks to coincidence
I could see his smile
Said good morning
Then left looking reluctant to say hello again

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Disgusting

The classroom hallway is narrow, full of euphoria
Occasionally they whisper about love
Whether it's love because of the ephemeral looks
Or love for the wallet that pretends

Like the debris of unwanted anxiety
They wander around, floating carefree
It's not happiness, it's actually disgust that I feel
"Love is disgusting"

Ah but I'm trapped in his shadow
I think about it, but he doesn't, cheating!
I'm annoyed, I scold the beetle
I'm annoyed, I annoy the leech

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Drift away

The chirping of birds conveys the message
He doesn't like his chosen major
Always lost in flying letters
A wrapped smile, insulted by the word

The leaves are falling, the wind is silent
Clouds block the words in my heart
The reading room chooses to be indifferent
I'm tempted by time

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O'clock

The clock ticks in the silent twilight
Time is silent, reality stretches out
The sharp clock hands scratch the heart
In tears I show everything

As funny as the story of the king
Deceived by a weaver in the middle of nowhere
It is said that only smart people can see the king's regal clothes
In fact, it is embarrassing to be naked

My heart is still bitter
It feels bitter even with a veil
An endless circle of sadness
Piercing my chest until the end

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Home It

The rain passed leaving behind a curtain of dew
The fever didn't allow me to pass through the campus intersection
The sun slipped through the dew
The leaves whispered softly

The sun came real
His motorbike was battered but still dignified
He stood in the doorway
Carrying notes in a book

The porch becomes bright
Hope that has just arrived
The sun after the rain, my life is long
Can I float a little?

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Ceiling

In a quiet room I closed my eyes
Can't sleep, it hurts
The ceiling opens the screen, a story without words
Composing all the dioramas of love

This feeling continues to sink in
Time reminds me of regret several times
My self-esteem is starting to weaken
My feelings are starting to overflow

Under the ceiling, my shadow and I
Having a dialogue about uncertain hopes
My hand moves to the left
Taking the cell phone that had been waiting

Words out of my head
I've lost my way, now I'm stuck
I say three words
May the sun open my feelings

Morning

This morning the cold kept us away
Mosquitoes fell asleep
I couldn't smell the fragrance of jempiring
Cat's claws looked like they were blunt

Ah yes, what was yesterday's answer?
I saw the name
One message
But it destroyed the whole body

The fog of disappointment is too thick
It feels like the sun's rays are coming in through the partition
But my eyes won't escape
Let it burn later