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satu sore di bulan Juni

“its a bright June afternoon! it never gets dark. Wah-Wah! here comes the sun”

nada itu langsung saja datang menyerbu, lalu bergaung kemudian beresonansi didalam hati, hingga akhirnya aku mulai bersenandung.

Roxette!!! klasik …

sinar matahari sore datang menembus diantara dedaunan pohon jambu air di depan jendela kamarku.

ruang tempatku merenung kadang terang kadang gelap,

cahayanya sesuai dengan irama tarian dedaunan di luar,

dan hangat.

suara lagu senam yang penuh semangat diputar dengan keras di lapangan depan kantor rw di seberang rumahku.

ibu-ibu sedang berlatih untuk besok.

hari lansia diperingati setiap tanggal 18 juni.

aku baru tahu soal itu.

iya di sore ini mereka berlatih kekompakan untuk penampilan besok,

tidak hanya senam,

tapi mereka juga akan mempersembahkan sebuah lagu.

perlahan dan pasti,

kini sinar mentari sore mulai meninggalkan kamarku.

nyamannya suasana senja itu hanya bisa dinikmati sebentar saja.

kehangatan ketika semua orang berkumpul setelah seharian melakukan aktivitas,

hanya terjadi sebentar saja.

matahari akan bergegas meninggalkan kita untuk muncul di tempat lain.

matahari telah melakukan tugasnya.

matahari telah melakukan perannya dengan baik sekali.

tapi,

apakah kita sudah melakukan peran kita masing-masing dengan sepenuh hati?

senja melangkah pelan menjauhi hari.

masa senja dalam hidup kita hanya akan datang sebentar saja.

jangan sampai kita terlambat menyadari perbuatan kita,

ketika senja telah datang menghampiri.

tanpa terasa malam pun kan menyapa,

dan tiba saatnya kita menutup mata.

5:27 PM 17-Jun-11

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Ditulis oleh pada September 14, 2018 in jurnal, remeh temeh

 

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ponder

will there be a time for me to begin again?

start it all over again and again

fall all over again and again

where is that perfect life?

where all things right and wrong

is so easily divided

 

will there be a time when numbers does matter?

adding one a little of a time as you grow older

then you realize that time moves faster

where is that happy ending?

where all things good and bad

get what they deserve

 

 

 

 

 
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Ditulis oleh pada September 12, 2018 in puisi, remeh temeh

 

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Dear Sir,

Dear Sir,
I’m writing you this letter because you are my lecturer, mentor, teacher, guru. The light in our dark and unsettled mind. You gave many colors in our grey and dull world. You are more than just someone who teaches us subject that we must learn in school, but also lessons in life. Someone who shows us how to do the right thing, and then learn from our mistakes. Someone who guide us to be on the right path, on the way to take our own place in this whole universe.

As I come to think of it, what a big responsibility that you have on your shoulder. On the palm of your hand, there lies thousands of innocent youngster’s hungry heads, willing or unwillingly to take some of your advice, recorded it, and some applying it. Those thousands little offspring, consciously or unconsciously never want to let you down. Deep down inside, they just want to make you proud, they want to see you smile and relax.

Because you see, as we grow older, we want you to stop worrying about us. Stop interfering, we have our own life now. We want to show you, that it is time for you to think about yourself. Remember, those thousands and thousands seeds of genesis, loves you too, for what you had given them is precious then life it self.

Dear Sir,
I wish you could see us now. If you gaze upon us from the distance, well we can never really be what you want us to be. There is a limit to everything. We would never forget what you had taught us. But what we are destined to be are sometimes full of surprises. You can never tell, you are not a fortune teller, you are not a dictator. You are that someone who would be there even when we are wrong. You are that someone who would say “it’s okay,” or “don’t worry, the sun still comes up tomorrow,”

Dear Sir,
I guess I was wrong, I misjudge you like the way you misjudge me. We are somehow lost in translating those message we’ve sent. You are not always right, and I’m not wrong all the time. We both need to realize, and stop being so perfect, because we are only human. We are not gods, not even close with demigods. It’s natural that we are born to make mistakes, but that does not made us careless either. I hope you would agree with me on this.

Dear Sir,
This world is not on your shoulder alone, but on everyone else’s too. Instead of looking for someone new, why don’t you try to look harder on everyone who stand in front of you. Can’t you tell the difference? Which are your friends or is it all of them are your foe. I choose to leave, for not wanting to be either one. Well basically I don’t think we recognize our self anymore. But, I do hope, maybe someday when we grew a little older, much older, a little wiser, and those sturdiness of idealist armor starts to loosen up a bit, so then when we see each other again, we could start all over.

 
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Ditulis oleh pada September 4, 2018 in remeh temeh, Uncategorized

 

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Taxi Driver

Hey taxi driver

Where are you going?

Hey taxi driver

What are you waiting for?

Hey taxi driver

The world is always spinning

Then why don’t you?

Oh taxi driver

Rolling your tires

And like the world

Keep on rolling

Keep on spinning

Right on track

Hey taxi driver

On the road you will find

Things that blocking your way

But maybe just maybe

They’re spinning on the same path

Like you do

Oh taxi driver

Then why don’t you

Lead us on the right way

On the road home

Oh taxi driver

 
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Ditulis oleh pada Agustus 31, 2018 in puisi, remeh temeh

 

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