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It sounds Cliché, It says Love

It is now I’m in a countless days of facing the everlasting vast notions. I suffer the boredom of my recent vigor as a person; don’t know what to do and don’t know what should do. I met someone in the recent time, someone that would perhaps being the correct answer for my solitude. I had to deal with the distinctness of that someone, who will never look up for me… but still, I’m just a clown who seek happiness in those yearning circumstances that I’ve never ever wish to occur.

Ceritaku Hanya Sepenggal Paragraf dalam Bukunya

Pada saat cuaca tak terik dan tak mendung, anak itu duduk di depan sebuah minimarket yang riuh ramai pengunjung. Bukan ragaku yang terhubung oleh tatapan mata di balik masker kain bergambar logo Avengers, melainkan hatiku. Orang berkata, 'Tak Kenal Maka Tak Sayang.' Apakah ini berlaku untuk diriku? Sekelebat pandangan sudah mampu untuk membuat hatiku membeku. Hingga akhirnya mencair oleh ucapan hangatnya yang berbunyi, "Halo, salam kenal!" Tak pernah terbayang aku merasakan perasaan yang sudah kupikir tak akan aku rasakan kembali. Rasa itu. Sebuah rasa yang kembali mencuat dari setengah dekade lalu. Aku tak pernah lupa rasa itu. Sebuah rasa yang kukira tak akan pernah kurasakan kembali. Masa demi masa mengalir pada jalur waktu. Rasa itu pun tumbuh. Terdengar konyol jika membayangkan sebuah rasa yang cepat sekali bertumbuh dalam seumur jagung. Namun hatiku percaya akan rasa itu. Di malam ulangtahunnya, kami melakukan sebuah perjalanan. Dengan motor 150cc yang kami tump

The Moon Rises, My Love Down's

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The Moon Rises, My Love Down's I have a queer feeling, It started as when my phone ring. Someone has sent me a letter, It said,"No, I'm sorry. I'm no better" Many years; I started to open my heart. When the moon rises, It is break apart. Like the way I used the way, Yeah, I think I just should stay away. -Arka, June 9, 2020. I say lots of words try but you rather said goodbye ... This poetry is telling about someone who has not been able to love since his/her past lover. After many years waiting a moment until he/she open their heart to this particular person. But apparently, at the midnight when the moon start to rise, when he/she almost forget their past, comes a letter. A letter from a person he/she trying to believe it's written "Sorry, I cannot be with you." The person who try open their heart is now again feel disappointed. After long years getting move on from the previous person now he/she feel rather just to stay in the old path; trust in no