The Beautiful Things

Photo by @mozbudih
Giethoorn, The Netherlands
October 13th, 2018

Here’s the beautiful thing about living here.
We could go anywhere by bike.
Imagine how romantic it is,
being so close to you with a nice weather in between.
Imagine how perfect it will be,
having you cycling the bike while we have a nice convos.

Here’s the pretty thing about this place.
We could go to the park,
walking on the path, playing on the swings,
drown in silence and the sounds of birds and ducks.
You could put me on your arms and shoulders,
warm me and comfort me.
And I’m sure I could bare the silence with you.

Here’s the best thing about this place.
You could walk me home,
side by side and have many convos.
Even the long path will sound too fast when we’re together.

Here’s the reality.
I am in this beautiful place, without your presence.
Not physically, but having you by heart is enough.
I wish to get back to you soon.
I wish we could do many things together again soon.
And I hope you will still hold my hand and hug me.
Like we used to do, before distance tore us apart.

Autumn

She is like autumn.
It’s glowing and beautiful outside,
But dying inside.
Falling apart piece by piece.

She is like autumn.
Warmth of sightseeing,
and cold-hearted breeze.

She is like autumn.
It’s seasonal.
Sometimes she smiles a lot,
Sometimes she cries endlessly.

But that’s what beautiful about autumn.
It comes seasonal. People are waiting for it.
But people forget that she’s dying.
And even if she falls apart,
She’ll be alright.

She is the autumn.
You know how to make her laugh endlessly,
But you can’t stop her insecurities and anxieties.
You know she’ll come up with varies of stories.
You know she wonders if you’ll get sick of it.
But you never say anything to her.

She is the autumn.
The time when it changes into another weather.
I hope her stories never ends.
Because when it ends,
The winter comes upon you.

Rindu

Ketika rindu ini aku pendam,
   akankah hilang rasanya?
Ketika rindu ini aku simpan,
   akankah kuat aku menahannya?
Namun, ketika rindu ini ku utarakan,
   akankah ada yang paham betapa dalamnya?

Sebab rinduku bukanlah rindumu.
Dan rindumu bukanlah rinduku.
Tak peduli betapa sering kamu merasakan rindu.
Sebab hatiku hanya aku yang tahu.

Kamu mungkin mencoba untuk menerka.
Tapi sayang, rindu ini menolak.
Sebab hatiku sendiri pun tak tahu jawabannya.
Dia tak tahu sejauh dan sedalam apa rindu membawanya.

Semakin ku gali, semakin ku sadar.
Bahwa lebih baik rindu ini aku saja yang rasakan.
Sebab aku tahu,
   aku takkan lelah merasakannya.
Sebab aku paham,
   hati ini kuat melewatinya.

Biarlah rindu ini aku yang memikulnya,
   Supaya kehadiranku kelak bukan menjadi beban.
   Namun menjadi angin yang menyejukkan.
   Juga air yang melegakan dahaga.

Karena rindu itu bukan soal rasa
   Rindu itu tentang serpihan raga yang terpisah,
     namun hati menolak.
   Rindu itu bukan soal ada dan tiada,
     ia adalah tentang insan yang berkecamuk hatinya.