yasleh rita ayu, yasleh khaliff amri, yasleh hani wati

Introduction

My photo
Since 1968, when his first poem Sebuah Sumpah Derhaka was published in Majalah Mastika, dad has written voraciously, but at the same time is so disorganized that we could hardly keep track of what he has written. It is even worse now that he writes his poems in his phone and sms it to us his children. Believe you me, he spent a lot of money on smsing long poem to us that is sometimes lost to accidental deleting. So we, his three children - Yasleh Rita Ayu, Yasleh Hani Wati, and Yasleh Khaliff Amri - decided that enough is enough, we need to keep some kind of record of his poetry, thus the creation of this blog. This will be a cache to collect all his old poems and a safe to keep all his future ones. In the film world, mentioning my dad's name will immediately brings to mind his 9 awards winning film Dia Ibuku in which he personally won 2 - Best Director and Best Screenplay- but in the literary world the poem ikan-ikan di kaca is synonymous to him, hence the name of this blog.
ikan-ikan di kaca
(buat adik-adikku tom dan ani)

pun mentari sudah tiada api
dan bulan yang merdu
sudah sejuk nyanyinya
di hujung jari jemari embun
kita masih belum terlalu lewat
untuk menerima satu hakikat

ia,
kita anak-anak satu keturunan
yang menganuti escapisme
selama ini
hanyalah
ikan-ikan di kaca
ia
ikan-ikan di kaca.

ikan-ikan di kaca indah alamnya
ikan-ikan di kaca gemulai renangnya
ikan-ikan di kaca manja hidupnya
ikan-ikan di kaca terpenjara sebenarnya.

tidak lama lagi
embun
akan kering
dan mentari
berapi kembali
kuharap
kalian sudah mengerti
bahawa kita
selama ini
hanyalah
ikan-ikan di kaca
esok
masihkah kita
ikan-ikan di kaca?

yassinsalleh
Kuala Lumpur akhir 1969
Dewan Masyarakat, April 1970

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Siksa sungguh rindu!

Kadang-kadang kita singgah
mandi air terjun
sambil mendengar serindit
berkicauan
dan mentari turun
menyulam pelangi
indah sungguh bercinta.

Kadang-kadang kita singgah
menghitung manik embun
sambil bintang-bintang menari
dan bulan membelai
tubuh kita tak berbenang
nikmat sungguh berkasih.

Kadang-kadang pula
kita terdampar di gurun sengsara
kita berdakapan
di ranjang kerikil
dan bara pasir
menghampar pilu yang amat
saujana
duri kaktus pembalut luka
tabah sungguh merempuh dugaan.

Tiba-tiba kini tidak lagi
meniti pelangi
kerana kau tak mahu lagi
menatang mimpi
dan aku tak pandai
menjanjikan fatamorgana
siksa sungguh rindu!

yassinsalleh
dis 19, 08, jam 1430

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