Sekuntum jatuh di hamparan waktu
Tercarik helai runtun terlalu
Mentari merah
Firus bersabda; nanti dulu, nanti dulu
Perawan merajuk manis tarinya
Sekawan memujuk singkap tirainya
Semerta, semesta
Alang-alang tinggi
Melangkaui apa
Hentakkan kakimu, bising
Teriakanmu terlantun nyaring
Ada rama-rama berkipas lalu
Di hujung suria nafasnya malu
Girang direntap siapanya tahu.
Akan hati merasa jatuh-
Cinta.
Akan terbang jiwa melayang-
Cinta.
Akan ghaib segala cela-
Cinta.
Girang penuh sesayap jiwa-
Cinta.
Lembayung sempurna, tak takut mati,
Separuh gila, tak bayang henti,
Cinta, cinta, cinta!
Masakan kau kurung dalam sehari?
Selamat Tahun Cinta, Kekasihku Yang Belum Tiba.
Sejuta kata yang kuteka
Tidak satu pun menyusulkanmu
Kopi yang sepahit ini
Semakin hitam
Semakin diam
Harumannya merbak
Kelakuanku retak
Simpatimu parak
Padam habis tinta
Setiapnya dusta, dusta.
Adalah dobi dan buih-buih
Memercik senyumku kala sedih
Lantainya basah
Hatinya resah
Ingatnya kebah
Malamnya marah
Pusing-pusing mesin meleka, langka
Ini siapa punya angkara
Lewati aku terlepas sasar
Mungkar,
Biarkan dedar.
Sabun buih putih
Mengalir di pintu,
Melurut lirih.
Hello, you.
I wish I could gather all my strength to write a reply to you- but I couldn't. I read your email for the umpteenth time and I still couldn't.
Here is me, as you know it.
I always have problems stringing words when it's important. When it matters. I rolled my words around and bit on my tongue till it bleed.
I miss you, and thanks for your stories.
My life is the same old boring routine, and things you'd rather not know. A kid smiled at me the other day. An auntie kissed my hand after I drew her blood.
It hits me hard to accept that we could possibly never be anything more than what we are now, and I admit I am masking my sadness with all the songs I sang and all the works I delved myself into. By the end of the day, I would still be reminded of you.
I guess only time could heal my soul. But time is a ruthless healer. It never tells me when to stop.
As for you, I would always hope and pray for the best in all the things that you're doing. There so much more to say, but it's gonna be all a jumble. Funny how my words fail me when I need them the most. And you said my works are remarkable.
That's for now, good night.
Yours,
Keon.
