Feb 19, 2017

Anakku Bernama Rasa



Aku dirangkul sajak-sajak,
kehangatan yang tak hanya mampir saja,
sesaat dia sisipkan rasa lega,
tak hanya biarkan aku diam saja.

Aku jatuh cinta pada sajak-sajak,
yang mampu berikan jiwa ketenangan,
dan kagumi rasa sedih bahagia,
hingga aku bisa kawin dengannya.

Lalu kami bersenggama melahirkan anak kata,
sifatnya penuh simpati dan pengertian,
lagaknya dia akan jadi kebanggaan,
dimana mampu meyampaikan pesan pada sesama.

Anakku adalah anak penuh luapan,
emosi dan kekecewaan menjadikannya nyala,
sakit hati dan ketakutan melatihnya jadi pelarian,
aku cukup senang dengan hadirnya dia.

Aku tidak pernah malu ketika menimangnya,
meskipun semua orang melihatnya sebelah mata,
namun ketika kutatap matanya,
kutahu anakku bernama Rasa.

Reflection

What I can conclude for these past few years is:




 
"Even our own reflections portray lies."





We are being lied by ourselves, we are being lied by our own thoughts, we are being lied by our own eyes.
If ourselves are full of lies, how can we believe others then?
I'm taking a distance, I'm avoiding putting trust to others easily.


I'm already leaving, bitch! You don't have to worry

Now,
I still have that hole,
bigger than the sun.

And no word
to describe
its struggle.

No picture
to depict
its anguish.

I’m leaving,
you may do whatever you want
you may defense all your lies.

Yet, you must remember
truth does not have  to defense itself,
for time befriends with truth.

I guess,
you just need time
to betray you - to betray your betrayal.