Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Thursday, 5 January 2017

Aku Ingin

Aku ingin menjadi seseorang yang meniup terompet tahun baru,
bersulang sebotol anggur merah, dan makan jagung bakar
di halaman rumahku, bersamamu.

Aku ingin menjadi seseorang yang bersyukur dan
menuliskanmu puisi, pantun, sajak, prosa, dan macamnya
sebagai pengingat bahwa kaulah seni dalam hidupku.

Aku ingin menjadi seseorang yang kau ajak bicara saat
pesta ulang tahun saudarimu 'tau gebyar makan malam
saat kau diundang oleh keluarga besarmu di desa.

Aku ingin menjadi seseorang yang menegur diammu dan
menjunjung kebanggaanmu saat tinggi rendahnya emosimu
di siang ‘tau malam hari saat bumi goyah tidak memercayaimu.

Aku ingin menjadi seseorang yang menyambut lelahmu di
sore hari, mengecup hangat bibirmu, dan mendengarkan
ceritamu tentang kantor, menu makan siang, pun kemacetan.

Aku ingin menjadi seseorang yang terlintas dalam benakmu,
‘ntah pukul 2 siang saat kau kelaparan dan pusing,
'tau pukul 2 pagi saat kau gundah butuh kawan ngobrol.

Aku ingin menjadi seseorang yang bernyanyi bersamamu
oleh lagu-lagu pop dan alternatif di tahun kelahiranmu,
dan mungkin sedikit jazz sehingga kita bisa berdansa.

Aku ingin menjadi seseorang yang mengabadikan kenanganmu
dalam sebuah atau dua buah fotograf resmi dan membingkainya
lalu membuat buku album pencapaian karirmu selama 10 tahun t'rakhir.

Aku ingin menjadi seseorang yang tumbuh tua bersamamu
menyaksikan anak cucu kita tumbuh dewasa dan menawan,
sehingga aku bisa bersombong diri karena diwariskannya sifat dariku.

Aku ingin waktuku lebih lama bersamamu, jika keinginanku
menjadi seseorang yang a, b, atau c tidak sempat menjadi
nyata karena ku terlampau sibuk bermimpi tentangmu.

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Malang, 5 Januari 2017
Ditulis di Pantai Sendiki,
Oleh ombak dan pasir.

Sunday, 24 May 2015

Merekah, Mekar, dan Merah

Setiap satu bunga yang layu,
dua, tiga tunas
berlomba saling mengejar,
memulai kehidupan.
Menuang, memupuk kebahagiaan
pada tunas perasaan yang baru,
mengalirkan desir dan gairah,
menggelontorkan sendu yang tak menentu.
Tumbuh berkembang dihantarkan waktu,
dibesarkan, dibentuk, ditempa harapan
dengan hujan dan teriknya cuaca kali itu
dibalutnya ketidaksempurnaan masa lalunya.
Hingga sang bunga tumbuh menawan,
tersenyum melihat kebenaran,
atas kehidupan setelah kematian,
atas dirinya yang kembali mekar dan memerah.
Atas perasaannya yang kembali merekah.

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Malang, 15 Mei 2015
Ya, aku siap merasakan konvulsi itu lagi,
Sakit dadaku seperti pertama kali,
Larik-larik puisi yang berlebih,
dan pelangi di siang hari.
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Ditulis dengan mencuri waktu rapat kepanitiaan fakultas dengan tergesa-gesa.

Wednesday, 29 December 2010

Hei Gadis Cantik

Hei, gadis yang berdiri di pojok sana
Sudikah kau menghapus bekas bibirnya
Di bibirku, dengan bibirmu?
Kita bisa berbicara apapun maumu
Sekarang, nanti, besok, bisa lusa
Kapanpun maumu aku pasti bisa

Hei, gadis yang menunggu dengan manis
Apakah aku terlambat, semenit, sepuluh menit
Kutengok yang lain memandang dengan sinis
Mungkinkah mereka mereka lari terbirit birit
Bertabrakan terpental tergilas dengan tragis
Melihat lalu meratapi mataharinya telah terbit

Hei, gadis yang jelita, lambaikan tangan
Menepis rasa tak pandang kenyataan
Juangkan asa demi sebuah harapan
Memungut kasih tanpa harus beralasan
Kita telah berdua bersama di tengah perjalanan
Semoga dikau betah mendengar roman picisan

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Malang, 29 Desember 2010
Untuk seseorang yang dengan bersabar menanti
Balasan surat dari seorang pujangga setengah mati
Lalu sang kurir mengirimkan dengan hati-hati
Kau lompat dan jeritkan puisimu dari hati

Je t’aime, ma cherrie.

Tuesday, 28 December 2010

To Recall You Brings Back The Tears

Bonjour. Today’s resume of my unarranged rants produce a few topics to bring out on the table. Have a nice seat and sip a little hot tea in front of you. First, this post is a commemoration of the death of our legend, saviour, best friend, even a lover; The Reverend. To type that name actually shatters my heart into tiny little parts with a million of emotions splatter to all direction. I didn’t know him personally, my friend did. She was all the fangirl-ing and worshipping him and actually making an effort to believe that he was the one of her dictated standards. He was a drummer of the band that became my muse every night now and then; the Avenged Sevenfold. Again, they were the second band that I found exact matches to my young and innocent self because of my friend, too. I fell in love with Unholy Confession and dreamed big to have this song played on my funeral—or maybe on my graduation day. Yes, as innocent as I thought I was, I was going to let myself sink with that sadness. I was intending to learn on how stabilizing my vocal to the range I do not need to collapse my lungs, LOL. Sorry, I shouldn’t put that slang on a melancholic and devastating conversation like death but trust me, maintaining the vocal needs a lot of practices and cursing. I knew Avenged Sevenfold circa my first attempt to make friends back in middle school, say it, on 2008 I guess. I was that big on a few metal songs of them; Dear God, Seize the Day, Unholy Confession, and A Little Piece of Heaven. A couple of them makes me fully possessed as I let the melody tuned my system. Again, the system in me is just a messy installation of broken wires and crappy lamps. Thanks to the band that they keep me inspired with their blood, sweat, and tears kind of work.


“I wish I could be the one, the one who won’t care at all, and be the one understands, I know the way to go, no one’s guiding me. With time’s soaked with blood, it turns its back. I know it’s hard to fall, confined in me was your heart. I know it’s hurting you, but it’s killing me.”

This is FoREVer!

Hfffffttttttt. I do not know what will be the next step of theirs to walk away from this frustration and sadness. I do wish they find their colour back, someday. Rest in peace, Bro.



The second topic is actually about my love life, also known as I-don’t-want-to-talk-about-it but all this hype moves the muscle of my fingers that I can’t stop typing. I am not sure if I just like writing or I want to share—I mean, trade a few secrets. So, there is a girl, ethnicity is claimed to be a Chinese, white toned, smart as hell, and beauty comes all the way along her. She isn’t in the same class as I am, but her class is located precisely below my class. Yes, the lower level of your class slightly determines your rank of intelligence, I know, I’m not that clever, I don’t even finish my sentence. On every occasion that we call a recession, she always goes upstairs and sneak in to my class. Why would she do that? To stalk someone? It’s definitely not me because if it is, I have to stand on one chance out of the million chances and I’m not sure if I really have to pressure myself into thinking something unreachable like that. But guess what? A few days ago, I got a notification from my facebook page that I received a friend request. I looked up at the name and it was her! I didn’t know shit if she found me on facebook by lurking into one by one who shares the same name as mine. I was like, both creeped out and interested. Okay, the hype should be over by now. She is always with her friend, she carries a novel that’s seen to be awesome. Well, I do not like reading. There is just a fine line between grasping such words made by someone and producing words that mine, in case, is never actually being read by anyone. I just don’t like the idea of being a passive one, ha! See, I am just that stupid ass boy who never finishes a sentence. First I was talking about how she found me on a cyber world and the next second, not even a quick blink of an eye, I already am talking about the brief description of herself. Sorry. So yeah, she asked if we can exchange numbers in order to provide an easier access of communication and I said okay so I have her number on my contact. I keep sending her text after it’s 5 pm because that’s the time I can relax and not do anything particular. Our conversation is getting more intense and I think that, this can cover up the reason of why I stopped shooting messages to my ex-girlfriend. Yes, the one who fucking cheated on me right before my eyes. At least thing is getting better as time goes by. Let’s hope it stays on its lane, this way. Goodnight, everyone!

Sunday, 27 December 2009

Bunga

Bunga, dirangkai indah menghias.
Waktu, dibuai kasih menggebu.
Kasih, nantikan secuplik kisah.
Malam, hadirkan seisi alam.
Jejak, tinggalkan tempat berpijak.
Suara, hadirkan penawar lara.
Kawan, pilihkan paling menawan.
Tangan, memegang segenap angan.
Mata, mengungkap yang tidak terkata.
Bulan, sinari tempatku pulang.


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Malang, 27 Desember 2009
Untuk seseorang yang sabar menanti.