Karya Zhema

DI ANTARA RINDU DAN RIDA Puisi Zhema Senja, pada purba aku memujamu, Namun, tak sesiapapun kau sampaikan aksara rindu, Sebaris jelma paragraf atau sewacana yang biru, Bahwa rasa ini seharusnya milik prabu? Bukan harap yang memuai lalu sirna, Tetapi, ada alur drama kita lakoni di dunia, Dalam takdir yang menulis kita berbeda arah cerita, Meski diam-diam semesta tahu ada getar yang sama. Kita berdiri pada prinsip yang tak boleh retak, Menjaga janji-janji agar tak berubah rusak, Menahan desir yang berisiko menjadi petak, Sebab Tuhan lebih tinggi dari segala gejolak. Ada doa yang kita sembunyikan di dada, Bukan untuk saling memiliki secara fana, Melainkan agar hati tetap jernih terjaga, Meski rindu beriak seperti ombak samudra. Kita memilih tidak menjadi bara, Yang membakar rumah tangga dan jiwa-jiwa, Tak ingin cinta berubah jadi nestapa, Karena takut pada murka dan hukum-Nya. Maka sakit ini kita peluk sebagai cahaya, Pemantik jiwa agar tumbuh lebih bijaksana, Barangkali ini cinta Tuhan da...

  JANJI DI LANGIT AZALI Puisi Zhema Sekian purnama api nyalakan rindu yang dilemma buas, Tak pernah sua diri dalam kenaifan lepas, Sedangkan semesta genggam rahasia renjana bias, Pada dua ruh yang t'lah saling mengenal napas. Di lengang azali sebelum aksara ditulis, Kita pernah menyatu tanpa bayang yang mengiris, Cahaya purba menenun ikrar yang lirih dan tipis, Menautkan dua hakikat dalam hening yang magis. Lalu bumi menjelma musim yang temaram, Menurunkan kabut pada jalan yang terpendam, Satu jiwa berlabuh pada dermaga yang diam, Yang lain menyimpan desir pada relung terdalam. Keyakinan berdiri bagai dinding menjulang tinggi, Memisah arah sembah pada langit yang diyakini, Doa terbang dari kiblat yang tak lagi seirasi, Meski getar batin tetap saling menghampiri. Kita meniti garis samar penuh pertaruhan, Menjaga nurani dari goda yang bertebaran, Menghormati ikrar yang telah lebih dulu ditautkan, Meski dada kerap diguncang kerinduan tertahan. Perasaan itu bagai cahaya redup di ufuk s...

  Boundaries in Love By Zhema You came to me, beloved, Clothed in a thousand tender phrases, Each word a soft flame against the chill of night. Yet even in your voice, shadows of if were born, Crawling like whispers through the haze of sorrow. “Why is his nearness veiled from me?” You breathed, your gaze heavy with longing. And I, trembling, answered, “What stirs within your heart, my dearest?” “My father has built a wall before me, Mother— A fortress tall and unyielding.” “Hush,” I whispered, pressing your shoulder gently, “That wall, my child, is but his way of loving you.” Not every barrier is meant to break your stride. Beyond the stone, there lies a secret path. Seek it, and it shall appear, For I have placed my faith in you. A crown awaits upon your brow— You are a king of the morrow. Hear me, my beloved son: A father’s wrath is but a hidden love, A mother’s wrath a silent grief. Flee from the theater of strife, From the tongues that weave discord int...

This poem is dedicated to my friend, Tina. The Gleam of Love By Zhema You are the only one I allow to read my book, its pages still unfinished. The longing that all this time has paraded, wrapping the earth, has taken form, Encircling my being. Are you here only for a fleeting moment, my lord? No, be at ease! My tongue you have stilled; It refuses to scatter questions that shall never be answered. Your charm has left me unable to give even an inch of my heart to another. Yet may I humbly plead: Fasten my soul securely Within the chamber of your heart. For the jeweled throne within my soul Glows with joy, weaving together all the goodness you have offered in my life. Tumbang Miri, August 26, 2025

 By Zhema The first time Arol laid his eyes on Zhema, he knew there was something special about her. She wasn’t like the other women around him—bold, forward, and competing for his attention. She was different. Modest, intelligent, and graceful in her words, she carried herself with a quiet strength that fascinated him. He met her during his studies at Al-Azhar University in Cairo, where he majored in Islamic Law Jurisprudence. Thousands of miles away, in Indonesia, Zhema pursued her own dreams, studying English Literature at Untag'45 Surabaya University. Despite the distance, their love flourished. Letters, phone calls, and stolen moments of conversation kept them connected. Arol was surrounded by beauty—women who admired him for his intelligence and charm—but his heart belonged to Zhema. Her smile, like a masterpiece of art, warmed his soul. He saw in her not just a woman, but a future—a partner, a confidant, and the only one he wanted by his side. Years passed, and when Arol f...

By Zhema In silence, he watched her from afar, A jewel so bright, a radiant star. Ali, the lion with a heart so pure, Held a love so deep, steadfast and sure. He whispered not of his longing soul, For patience, he knew, would make him whole. A bond unspoken, a dream concealed, Until Allah’s decree, their fate revealed. Fatimah, the flower of heaven’s embrace, Her grace and light adorned her face. With humility, she lived, serene and true, A heart like no other, loyal and new. Through trials and storms, they held their ground, Their love untouched, divinely bound. For their union was written in the skies, A love that no earthly force defies. Oh, how sweet is the wait, the trust in Allah’s plan, For the hearts that submit, woman and man. Their story remains, a beacon of light, A testament to love, so pure and right. May we, too, hold patience dear, And trust in the path, crystal clear. For love before time, when kept in refrain, Will blossom in purity, free from s...