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I love this, the feeling I have every time I shower. The water rinse down from my head to my ankles, fades away my colors. I feel plain as I look at my reflection in the mirror; so pale, so tired, without those make-ups in layers, I feel like I know her better.

A Love Story

Would take too many papers for it to be written,
and so many hours for it to be told,
the story before you came, after, and things in between,
and those you brought along; promises and hopes.

Romeo & Juliet

Him.
He's no Romeo, though he is known as the name,
for he serenades the town with romance so lame,
songs he wrote for her, the girl of his dream,
whose face he can't forget since the day she first came.

Her.
She's no Juliet, though she seems a bit like the lady,
days and nights she waits for him on her balcony,
to utter the words of love in such symphony,
for his voice has become her favorite melody.

Them.
They're not the legendary couple, though in some ways are as ironic,
they love each other terribly but neither is bold enough to speak.
What are they so afraid of, they don't know, and they don't bother to seek.
Maybe it's their feelings too strong yet their hearts too weak?

I Miss You

It was mid September,

and I was looking at our picture,

you know, the one we took that summer?

In your hands were those flowers,

along with their beautiful colors,

and their sweet scents, yes, I still remember.

Time passed so fast, it was almost winter,

the coldness brought back my thought from its corner,

realized me that, really, nothing lasts forever.

So I just sat there in silence and wondered,

how does it feel like to be up there, with me under?

Do you miss me like I miss you, Mother?

In Between

I'm stuck in a gravity,
not the same old push and pull,
it's a new one.

Something about insanity,
about feeling sick and dull,
about wanting to move on.

In between the was, is, and what will be,
among those chances of "once and for all",
so crowded yet so alone.

Silence is Golden

One of these days I find silence is golden,
most people can't stop to blabber out what should have been hidden.

The great wall of bond is broken,
respect is sinking.

They don't bother to think of what they did and how it caused others' feelings,
toward the words that shouldn't be uttered and the tone they used when they were speaking.

How did it start, when, or will it ever end?
I pray hard to Lord Almighty for the silence to come again.

Stop

I'm currently nowhere,

not having my feet on the ground,

neither my head in the clouds, I'm invisible.

I'm currently no one,

still waiting for a sound,

to sign me of who I am, I'm vulnerable.

I'm currently nothing,

at times I want to scream out loud,

but even to myself, I'm not voluble.

I want to stop.

Election = Reflection

Semakin gue tua, (gamau ngomong dewasa, soalnya emang belom) semakin berasa kalo ekonomi negeri tercinta ini emang semerawut, dari mulai yg kecil kayak harga pasaran bawang sama cabe, sampe yang gede kayak properti, udah mulai gue icip sedikit-sedikit.

Terus gue jadi inget, gimana si Daddy dulu marahnya bukan main pas tau si Mawar (sebut saja Mawar lah ya), yang udh dia perjuangkan atas nama rakyat untuk duduk di kursi presiden, malah ingkar janji. Gimana dia (subjek ganti lagi ke si Daddy) banting setir untuk jadi "pengkhianat" dan mengusung nama lain yg dikiranya lebih pantas menjabat. Ga jauh-jauh dari si Mawar, Tono (sebut saja Tono lah ya) juga dianggep bokap gue sangat mengecawakan kepercayaan rakyat kecil yang udh milih dia.

Setelah bokap ga ada, udah hampir ada 2 kali pemilihan presiden, yang terakhir terpilih, yang sedikit gue icipin tata perekonomiannya, ga bisa gue bilang bikin rakyat terpuruk, tapi as far as I observe, he doesn't try hard enough to make it better. Or he did, and somehow, only God knows why, it didn't work.

Nah, sekarang lagi rame lagi nih kampanye caleg untuk pemda sama capres dimana-mana. Partai lama mulai mencoba untuk merebut kembali hati rakyat, partai baru naikin pamor pake capres yang namanya terkenal, malah sampe ada rumor raja dangdut mau (atau sudah?) ikutan baris.

Mungkin belom aja ya, tapi gue ngerasa, walaupun persaingan untuk merebutkan si "jabatan" ini makin ketat karena yg nyalon makin banyak, gue ngerasa kampanye nya ga seramai dulu waktu jaman si Mawar, yang sampe jalanan macet penuh sama warna merah gambar banteng.

Kesimpulan sesaat gue adalah, "Maybe this will be a better one, Insha Allah." Karena tidak terlalu gembornya kampanye dan blusu'an massal, gue merasa kalo orang-orang ini berusaha memenangkan hati rakyat lewat fair-play. It's like, "I won't put so much effort, let the people see and decide themselves." But God, I was wrong.

Jadi gini, minggu lalu, saat pulang kantor sama ojek langganan, sebut aja Jupri (emang namanya Jupri, sih) tiba-tiba nanya ke gue, "Ki. Udah tau, mau coblos siapa?" Gue pikir dia lg ngmgin pemilihan presiden, jadi gue blg, "Belom ada pasangan favorite, tapi kayaknya sih ada beberapa pegangan." Trs dia nanya lagi, "Bukan, buat yang Tangsel, Ki." Oh, oke. Jadi dia ngomongin soal pemda. Gue jawab lah, "Belom, orang nya aja saya ga ada yg kenal kecuali temen smp saya. Mungkin saya coblos dia."

Barulah abis itu si Jupri jelasin, "Gini, Ki. di tempat pengajian gue, ada tetangga Kiki, orangnya baik, jujur deh pokoknya. Nah, dia nih nyaleg. Katanya kalo ampe dia kepilih, dia mau ngundi orang-orang yang udah milih dia. Nanti hadiahnya banyak, udah disiapin. Ada motor, ada duit, ada umroh, banyak lah. Nah, Pak Jupri disuruh nyari orang buat milih, nanti per KTP gue dikasih 20 ribu. Cuma butuh fotokopi KTP aja kok." Gue cuma spontan blg, "nanti aja saya kasih 20 ribu buat Pak Jupri, tapi saya ga ikutan."

Ngerasa ga puas, dia nerusin, "Pak Haji ini udh biasa bawa org umroh tiap taun, jadi pasti dapet jatah. Ga mungkin kabur."

Dan gue cuma bisa jawab, sok demokratis, "Maaf pak, suara Kiki ga bisa dibeli." Walaupun sebenernya sih gue juga gatau gue akan pilih siapa nantinya.

What's on my mind? Yah, ternyata kampanye yg fair-play itu doesn't exist. Bayangin aja, ini baru pemda loh, gimana yang tinggian kayak presiden, yang jatah kampanye nya lebih banyak? Gue juga gatau, tipikal cara berpikir orang Indonesia sebenernya gimana. Apakah mereka rela pilih pemimpin karena dikasih hadiah di muka? Terus pas pemimpinnya lalai ikutan menghujat? Entahlah. Sekedar pemikiran. Kebayang sih, kalo Daddy masih ada, dia bakal "ngebacot" apa. "The process of the election itself, is the reflection of our nation", itu yang dulu pernah dia bilang.

Yasudahlah ya! Mari berdoa aja untuk Indonesia!

PS: sekali-sekali lah tulisan serius di blog gue. pusing? minum panadol!

PPS: #bukaniklan

The Call

O, you ignorant people,
the call can be heard from every direction but you choose not to care.

When the earth is crumbled,
you'll be arose from the ground and nothing can help you but your scale.

Don't wait for your face to wrinkle,
do what you're told to and always be aware.

Because it's all been written,
your life, your death, and the day the last call is heard in the air.

Maybe, Perhaps

I wish I'm not this lazy,
I wish they aren't so busy,
I wish forgetting isn't that easy,

Maybe, perhaps,
perhaps, maybe.