dia yang suka kepada hidup
beserta segala cerita di dalamnya
yang katanya ada mimpi dan pelukan
hangatnya selimut dikeloni kehidupan
atau rintik hujan di akhir pekan

dia akan datang kembali ke halaman ini
tempat dimana semua keindahannya dia letakkan
bersamaan dengan diputarnya lagu kesukaannya
dia akan minum teh, dan lagi, turunlah hujan di akhir pekan

 

9/8/17

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Everywhere Is Nowhere

You told me to go outside and I go outside because you told me so.

You said, “Let’s go to the edge of the cliff” and therefore I go.

You asked me to jump with you from the mountain to the depth of the water.

You swam to the land while I am still in the water. Cold.

I asked you, “How long will you stay in the land? Can I go back to my own house?” and you said, “No. Just stay there.” Therefore I stay.

Moments in the land, you met a snake and you asked her,

“Why is she following me everywhere I go?”

***

Kata dan Semesta

Sepertinya, semesta memang suka bermain-main. Mulai dari bermain rasa, bermain tawa, bermain air mata, hingga bermain kata.

Jika memang ada rasa tertentu yang tidak dapat dicari katanya, apakah kita harus berhenti sampai disitu?

Ada yang berusaha mengindahkan makna. Ada yang ingin makna itu telanjang apa adanya. Tidak perlu mengenakan baju jika sudah melihat apa yang diperlukan, bukan?

Begitulah. Semesta memang lucu. Kepada mereka yang hangat dalam jiwa, sepertinya mereka kehabisan kata-kata. Atau mungkin, memilih untuk tidak menuliskan banyak kata. Atau mungkin, apalah arti kata dibanding dengan kenangan nyata. Atau mungkin, ini semua hanya asumsi dan aku tidak tahu apa-apa.

Mungkin, bagi semesta, kata-kata itu memang seperti lelucon. Yang satu merasa butuh untuk selalu merekam makna, rasa dan kenangan lewat kata-kata. Yang dua, sepertinya memang tidak apa-apa dengan kata-kata (atau apapun itu).

Mereka berdua seharusnya sangat berbeda. Namun entah mengapa, mereka terasa sama.

Begitulah… Semesta memang lucu dan menggemaskan.

Rasanya aku ingin tertawa dalam pelukan.

Accept

For you are a cold stone in the middle of a dessert, and I am a spectrum of imagination stuck in reality.

Yet, you did not melt, and I did not escape.

Everything is okay.

We are only humans.

 

23/02/18

little by little #1

I am really happy when you smile
I hope you do that more often
Smile, little boy, smile
Even if just for a while
It won’t hurt any of your pride
It will only shine the light of your true heart

Warmest Cold

His hair was greasy as the sun hits him. On the morning, he woke up with scars in his eyes. The rain came down as if she knew he’s about to cry.

I put my arms around him. I placed my left palm on his chest. It was warm. But he didn’t know it.

I kissed his neck. Once. Twice.

The feelings transferred from my whole body. Through the air, disguised in the sound of water drops, across the cold room. Veins.

I breathe. My beings only knew.

Does he breathe it?

His hair was no longer greasy as the sun hits him. For gone is my sun, and forever his rain will remain.