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Embun Pagi

Pagi yang dingin. Dan batang-batang syaraf di otakku yang setengah beku terbata-bata berbisik kepada tungkai leherku supaya memutar posisinya; supaya kedua bola mataku tak perlu berputar demi menyapa jendela bisu di sampingku. Dia memang bisu, tapi kebisuan selalu bisa menyatakan kesungguhan. Dan benar saja. Kulihat barisan rerumputan yang menampakkan kesungguhan mereka hari ini: menolak upacara penyambutan menyongsong mentari. Bersama dengan embun pagi, mereka saling berdekatan merapatkan barisan. Berhimpitan dan bertindihan; merungkut dan menggelayut di setiap ujung rumput.

Perlahan, jariku bergerak lalu mampir ke bibir kaca yang bisu. Kupejamkan mata dan membiarkan jariku menari, merasakan setiap dingin dan kebekuan di ujung jari. Tak ingin berhenti, hingga kemudian kudengar gema kesunyiannya yang mengalun indah di telinga. Kudekatkan bibirku. Dan kubiarkan ia menyecap tetes embun yang mengkerayapi kebisuan. Dinginnya tak tertahankan, seperti bunga es yang menutupi ujung-ujung s…

Answers Unquestioned

If someday you ask me a question about life
I can say you don’t have to wait until next time
Cause I can answer it now

If you someday ask me a question about love
Let me whisper in your ear a thing you don’t want to hear
And I can whisper it right here

That I do not know
And will never know
‘Cause it’s your life, and it’s your love
It’s you and only you to decide

If I answer it differently
It will only be a lie
And if I answer it properly
Would it lessen why?

No, that is not what I think
Cause life keeps changing
Where inconsistency is a thing
That makes you a living

If you ask me about life in question
I would ask you back in gently:
What’s with answers unquestioned?

For Titan, my satelite

©wulliewullie.blogspot.com

running in circle

i’m running in circle
being my own spectacle
as well as the spectator
spinning over and over

i’m running in circle
the world of twist and twirl
swiveling, revolving like a never end
submerging myself to the deepest lane

hello and goodbye
forward and backward
am and pm
resemble as the same

© www.wulliewullie.blogspot.com

a possible hero

It was a cold night. I raced against thunder in the dark, heading home. The rain busily cheering us and didn’t care at all who would win as long as she could cheer out her repressed feelings. It was 2 am and the night was freezing and mute. There was only me and my wandering mind. As I reached the fence of my house, I saw someone was standing beneath an umbrella. I could not believe my eyes, for I thought it was only my imagination of a ghost people talked about. But hey, he moved as he noticed it was my car that was coming. He opened up the fence so I could get in. As I passed the man, the foggy window pane gave me a silhouette of someone I know. It was my father, shivering in the cold rainy night just to open up the fence for me at 2 o’clock in the morning.

That night was about ten years ago, when I was in my early days of working in advertising industry.

And it was not for the first, or the last time. He still does. Even now I’m thirty, married with one kid; he has always been t…

what's in my bag today?

Just another bags!
colorful make-up bag, black flowery sanitary napkins bag, korean painting wallet, eye glasses, vitamin e, wet tissue and a BB kid spray cologne (kiwi & mellon scent. Pretty handy, since i left my laptop, sennheiser earphone and various chargers at home :)

Bintang Jatuh

Aku ingin terbang, itulah mengapa aku tak habisnya mencinta bintang. Setiap malam aku hanya bisa menatap tanpa pernah bisa menyapa. Inginkah kamu mengenal bahasanya? Kelip yang disampaikan satu bintang begitu jelas hingga dijawab bintang lain di semesta jagat. Terkadang tabir halus di angkasa pun bermurah hati, membiarkanku melihat mereka menari membentuk satu konstelasi.

Dan saat itu, aku tidak peduli lagi apa itu surga. Tentang sungai susu yang mengalir, tentang tujuh puluh bidadari perawan yang menunggu untuk digilir. Aku tak peduli. Aku mungkin tak percaya. Di sini, Aku sedang menemukan surgaku. Di bawah bentang bintang yang bercakap riang. Dan saat tabir gelap memutuskan untuk menjadi begitu pekat, aku hanya mampu menggeliat dan berharap ini hanyalah satu dari ribuan malam yang tak perlu diingat.

Aku bukan malaikat. Aku tidak punya sayap lebar yang siap mengantarku ke langit ke tujuh. Dan doaku tak sepanjang untaian asmaNYA yang tak henti dilafalkan semesta. Tapi aku selalu ing…