NURISH HARDEFTY

I don't want to speak much, Or debate the weight of this noisy world. Life itself is heavy enough, Leaving marks on my tired body. Let me sit for a while, In a quiet corner I’ve found on my own. No need for words, no need for questions, Just peace is all I seek right now. To the wind, I share my burdens, To the night, I ask for rest. So that all the weight I carry, May drift away in silence and fade. I only want peace, Not to escape, but to find relief. To let go of the burdens for a moment, Before facing the storms that come once again. By. Nurish Hardefty 

Tubuhku menyerah dalam diam,   Setiap sendi meronta tanpa suara,   Usus yang lama terlupakan kembali berteriak,   Rasa sakit menggelembung, tak pernah berhenti. Tumor di dadaku berbisik tajam,   Ngilu yang tak lagi bisa kubendung,   Setiap denyut adalah pengingat   Bahwa aku berjalan di tepi kegilaan. Ibu menunggu dengan tatapan penuh harap,   Namun aku rapuh, hampir hancur,   Bukan karena cinta yang kurang,   Tapi karena tubuh dan jiwa ini kelelahan. Aku berjuang mencari serpihan uang,   Demi secuil makanan yang layak untuknya,   Tapi semakin aku melangkah,   Semakin dunia terasa menyesakkan. Aku tak tahu sampai kapan bisa bertahan,   Antara rasa sakit dan kewajiban yang menghimpit,   Tapi di dalam kegilaan ini,   Aku hanya berharap—ada sedikit kelegaan,   Meski hanya sekejap, untuk diriku yang hilang. By. Nurish Hardefty  ...

My body surrenders in silence,   Every joint screams without a voice,   The old appendix pain returns,   A constant bubbling ache that won’t subside. The tumor in my breast whispers sharp,   A gnawing pain I can no longer ignore,   Each throb is a reminder   That I walk on the brink of madness. My mother waits, her eyes full of hope,   But I am fragile, on the verge of breaking,   Not because love is lacking,   But because my body and mind are worn out. I struggle to find scraps of money,   For a small piece of food worthy of her,   But the more I push forward,   The heavier the world presses down. I don’t know how long I can endure,   Between the pain and the crushing duties,   But in this madness,   I only hope—for a moment of relief,   Even if just a fleeting one, for the self I’ve lost. By. Nurish Hardefty 

If my death comes closer   than the true love I wish to tether,   would someone cry for me,   or laugh at my fading breath, mocking my journey?   I’ve fought through the years,   draining my spirit in battles and tears,   year after year, mental strength worn thin,   until exhaustion pulls me to the brink.   At the final harbor I long to reach,   I wish to anchor a love so deep,   but if death claims me before I arrive,   will anyone grieve, or merely survive?   I wonder, in the silence of night,   has my presence shone any light?   Or am I just a forgotten shadow,   fading away as dawn begins to follow? Yet, though weariness grips my soul,   I still hold fast to love’s goal.   Even if death meets me in lonely embrace,   I know my love will not be erased. By. Nurish Hardefty 

I stand at the edge of a crossroads,   Jakarta calls me from one side,   with dreams and ambitions awaiting,   the life I long for—   money and success I need to survive.   But that desire dims as my fear grows,   mother lies weak, helpless,   what will happen if I leave,   abandoning her in the silence of her grief?   I’m torn, between dreams and duty,   can I step forward without looking back,   without guilt haunting me tomorrow,   when regret might knock on every passing second?   Yet, I need life,   I need sustenance, I need a future,   but my heart is scared,   scared she’ll be neglected,   scared of the day regret will come,   when it's too late to turn back and undo all I've done.   At this crossroads, I am trapped,   between chasing my dreams,   or staying to protect the ...

Aku berdiri di ujung persimpangan,   di satu sisi, Jakarta memanggil,   ambisi dan mimpiku menanti,   kehidupan yang aku dambakan—   uang dan kesuksesan yang harus kuraih untuk bertahan.   Namun niat itu redup seiring ketakutanku muncul,   ibu terbaring lemah, tak berdaya,   apa yang terjadi jika aku pergi,   meninggalkannya sendiri dalam sunyi?   Aku bimbang, antara mimpi dan tanggung jawab,   bisakah aku melangkah tanpa menoleh,   tanpa dihantui rasa bersalah di hari esok,   ketika mungkin penyesalan mengetuk di setiap detik yang lewat?   Namun aku butuh hidup,   butuh nafkah, butuh masa depan,   tapi hatiku takut,   takut ibu terlantar,   takut hari itu datang ketika aku menyesal,   dan tak bisa lagi kembali untuk menebus segala yang kutinggal.   Di persimpangan ini, aku terjebak,   anta...

The violin bowstring snaps, flies through the air,   Like blonde hair in the wind, with a carefree flare.   Tossed and twisted, it spirals out of sight,   No harmony here, just chaos in flight.   I pluck one, then another,   But the sound disappears, leaves me to wonder.   Ah, string, why so fragile, so thin,   Like my hopes when I wait for news to begin.   Now the violin sits in silence, no longer a song,   Just me, laughing while feeling something's wrong.   Unsure whether to cry or just grin,   As this poor instrument's too tangled to sing.   But then I remember, blonde hair doesn’t stay lost,   Blown in the wind, it lands but at no great cost.   Maybe the string just needs a short break,   So we can play tunes with fewer mistakes. By. Nurish Hardefty