Concerto

Ya, aku di sana.
Di atas panggung luas keemasan.
Berselimut karpet merah megah.

Ya, akhirnya aku di sana.
Di tengah ribuan telinga.
Tenggelam dalam ratusan nada.

Hening.

Aku menutup mata.

Hanya terdengar detik-detak suara.

Dua telinga, diantara ribuan.
Satu insan, di tengah ratusan.

Ya, aku di sana.
Bahagia bersama alunan nada.
Di ujung sebuah impian.
Di awal impian lainnya.
Bersamamu,
musikku,
hanyalah untukku.

(I miss my violin. A lot.)

Kolaborasi

man_from_crypton: biru meliput langit
Wullie wullie: awan membias bebas
man_from_crypton: kulepas pandang menyambut mentari
man_from_crypton: penuh harap akan hari...
man_from_crypton: menyisakan kehangatan cinta tadi malam
man_from_crypton: aku berlari, dengan segenap kekuatan hati
man_from_crypton: mengejar kasih yang terus melaju
wullie wullie: kasih, tunggu aku!
wullie wullie: Tapi ia berlalu jauh
man_from_crypton: terhenyak tersentak ku berhenti
man_from_crypton: terhadang akan kenyataan
wullie wullie: aku, ... masih tetap di sini.
wullie wullie: sendiri....
man_from_crypton: menunduk aku, bumi tertatap
wullie wullie: Mungkin, ... belum saatnya.
wullie wullie: Belum saat aku menangguk kasih
man_from_crypton: sejuk gerimis perlahan turun
man_from_crypton: bangunkan aku dari mimpi buruk
wullie wullie: tersenyum aku melihat diri terpuruk
man_from_crypton: hanya oleh cinta sesaat
wullie wullie: tapi aku bahagia,
wullie wullie: paling tidak aku sempat merasa

(Ceritanya waktu itu gw lagi chat sama Wury. Kebetulan kita lagi pas gak banyak kerjaan. Karena bosen ngobrol yang nggak penting, kita memutuskan untuk menulis secara bergantian. It turns out to be fun u know. Nggak ada judul, nggak ada plot. Semuanya refleks, keluar begitu aja. Ini hasilnya... - Bucin-)

I miss again

As the rain start falling
to the ground
time and time
As I sit one the bench
here with the wind, with the sky
With the spring, with the autumn
With love season, never spoken
With the word without a sound.

(Someday in year two thousand)

On my own

I am sitting on a black removable chair, here, feeling so uncomfortable but do not know what is really happening. I have been trying to express what I really feel inside. I played music, I made some phone calls to my friend, I tried to write over and over, but they'd never come in to one piece of writing. Either talk to hem did not give me any answer.

For a while, I am feeling so lonely.

It's like you're driving a car. A new Volkswagen ones. With bright colour. Awsome! But the car is stopping now. And you are looking at the side-mirror, watching the road you went through. The path you checkered. The glory you won. The stupidity you made. The blooming roses you watered. The chances you missed. The laugh you gave. The tears you shared. The bound you create.

... feels like it's been years ago.

And suddenly I look at the road right in front of me.

I could imagine perfectly a time of night, when I was told that it is so different between an aim and a dream.

I miss my dreams.
I miss my dreams!

Then suddenly I realise I have turned all my dreams into aims. Most of them. Deep inside I feel those grumbled things crowd every single corner of my soul.

And still I am in my fabulous car that is still stopping now. Trying to close my eyes and feel I was really there, walking through a full of fallen leaves road and kicking them once or twice. It is autum and winter is coming soon.

Senza

I played your overture in allegro,
Just didn't want to see you go.
I sing your song in fortissimo,
Do I have to let you go?
But you did
go, afterall.
Tempo primo,
Fine.

Senza: without
Allegro: playing lively, rapidly
Fortissimo: plays very loud
Tempo primo: return to original tempo
Fine: the end of song

A friend

sometimes when we
were alone
in the night
so afraid
reaching out
the sky beyond
with these two small hands,
then she
came along
to reach your hand
with her too small hands
and care.

(Buat Retno, ... remember the good old days?)

SEMU

Aku menari melenggak-lenggok merasakan tangan
yang menggapai-gapai tubuhku
Berkedip-kedip, mengerjap-kerjap,menikmati setiap rasa setiap sentuh ujung jemari dan
rambutmu yang menyapu lapisan kulitku Lalu aku
terjungkal tercekal oleh nafsu Terbangun dan terbelalak
mencari kekasihku.
Ia tidak di sini

Ketika 'ku Susuri Setapak

... dan ketika aku menoleh kebelakang,
tinggal serpihan-serpihan dedaunan kering
jatuh...
berguguran.

Seperti aku jika ditoleh seseorang,
atau kutoleh diriku sendiri,
hanyalah serpihan

Serpih-serpih kecil yang putih,
menjadi sejarah yang
tergores kemudian di buku putih
sampai kemudian
aku
mati.

Sometime in 1997

Serumpun Bunga Paku

Kau datang di depanku
bawa serumpun bunga paku
Kau berikan,
lalu silangkan lenganmu di dadamu

…

Kamu sayang aku?

Ombak Kesepian

Ombak kesepian berlarian ke tepian

Beranak buih putih
Jernih

Ombak kesepian tegur puan di pinggiran
“Kamu sendiri?"

Ombak kesepian berlomba menuju tepi
Jilat-jilat puan punya kaki

Ombak kesepian mendebur puan sepi
"Kamu sendiri?"

"Peduli apa aku sendiri? Bisik puan dalam hati

Ombak kesepian berlari ke tepian

Basahi pantai,
Jilati puan punya kaki

"Kamu sendiri?"

"Diam"

Aku bukan Tuhan.
Bukan malaikat.
Juga bukan btari suci.
Jadi,
tolong bicaralah.
Supaya aku mengerti.

19.1.05 / 18.25

Di suatu siang

Perutku begah!
Mataku memerah.
Cerah???
Tidak.
Aku siap menjadi durga.
Aku siap meledak murka!!!

Kepalaku pusing.
Penuh dengan pikiran-pikiran miring.
Gila???
Mungkin.
Jangan-jangan sejak lama!!!

Puas??!

(Belasan Januari, entah tanggal dan jam berapa. Tapi yang jelas lagi di kantor.)

TODAY

Hey Sunshine,
What was up with you today?
Wracked me up and ignored me all day.
Hey Sunshine,
Can’t you just say?
What me to do, just show the way.
Hey Sunshine,
What was up with you today?
Roses are dead and so are the hays.
Hey Sunshine,
Don’t fly away.
I’m here for you, and I’ll always stay.

(2.1.05 / 19:15)

Purest Paper

Dear purest paper,
Why can’t I write something?

Dear purest paper,
Why my heart is filled with many things?

Dear purest paper,
Why can’t I think?

Dear purest paper,
Have I been too much asking?

Dear purest paper,
All answer I got is the clock ticking.


( 2.1.05 / 19:10)

Clamshell

“Why can’t I just be honest to myself?” Ask a clamshell to the sand beach.

“For long you have swum, just to ask something you can even answered by yourself.” said the sand beach but to himself.

And so the sand beach remains quiet, and let the ocean wave answers.

But listening to the ocean waves, the clamshell gets bored.Then she goes away. Brings her big-bold-white house ... and left her question half-answered.


(2.1.05 / 19:00)