Dua Tiga Pemuda Melambung Tinggi

Saban hari rinai hujan merebas
Entah menangisi atau menutupi
Dua tiga pemuda yang terpaut ilusi
Tatapannya mulai melindap
Sembari melesap dua tiga belenggu
Hingga dibuat kelu tak mampu berenyut
Dua tiga pemuda menuhankan substansi
Sampai lupa yang mana yang punya hati

Time After Time; Mistakes After Mistakes

Time flies
And we are Icarus
Learning to fly with our mundane souls and fabricated wings
Just like the sun
Time witnesses a reiterate fiasco
When the ocean kisses our radiant skins
Dismayed; our bodies hurled beneath the blue
Wailing, failing
Draped with sea salts and regrets
A lesson for the ones
Who want to hold hands with the immortals

So Icarus,
Won’t you come down and rest your head?

Catharsis

The sutures are aching and turn into a profane wound. Red is oozing from it as it slowly decays, but still has a long way to perish. The malady hasn’t cured. Tears are streaming down on my face as I try to numb the pain away. Through the thin walls the people might have mistaken my sorrow with a cry for help. Will they miss my presence when I’m gone? Or are they too caught up with their own fake lies misery?

It is a murky night and I pity my misfortune. Years of attempting to heal has turned in vain. This frail body has had enough. The hell would never equate the small glimpse of heaven. Days of wishing for everything to stay this way has come to an end. No more dancing with empty hopes and phony words. Enough, I said, enough.

My eyes are weeping but it doesn’t resemble what is happening inside me. A spark of joy is there. A flame I thought was gone but never really goes out. I spring into the devouring gallop, not caring the blood trails behind me or the door that hasn’t been shut. This is not a home. It never is.

Rebas

Lamun berkepanjangan yang tak kunjung rampung
Tersemat tanya yang tak larut oleh waktu
Guruh mencapai sukma
Barangkali tak mau direda
Hanya meminta diterima
Lalu menyadari bahwa yang mati
Tak seharusnya bangkit kembali