Tumbuh

Subuh kemarin,
Aku menuju ladangmu
Lalu kutanam benih-benih rasa.

Siang kemarin,
Aku berdoa kepada Tuhan
Agar hujan segera jatuh ke tanah
Dan benih-benih bisa secepatnya tumbuh.

Malam kemarin,
Sesuai doaku; hujan pun turun.
Dan udara dingin seperti biasanya membekukan akal.

Pagi ini,
Aku kembali menuju ladangmu.
Hujan semalam yang sesaat
Nampaknya berhasil.

Tunas rasa kini mengintip malu-malu.
Dan aku harap, matahari renjana esok pagi memaksanya berdiri perkasa.

Ouwie!

You know what is strange about love?
When it seems to be almost palpabe, you would crush yourself only to reach its surface so you could really feel its magnificence. But then it drags you deeper and suffocates you;
and as you try to pull yourself away from it, you are aware that now you are nothing but your crushed self.
You are full of remorse yet you are willing to hurt yourself again because you are addicted to the taste of love.