Kosong
Tuesday, July 26th, 2005Ketika kita kehilangan semuanya..
Semua mimpi..
Semua cita-cita..
Semua tujuan hidup…
Apa yang tersisa…
Rasa kosong yang hampa..
Kejenuhan terhadap hidup..
Ketertutupan jiwa..
Melindungi diri dari rasa sakit yang lebih dalam
Apa hanya itu yang tersisa
Dapatkah kita membentuk harapan baru
Cita-cita baru
Mimpi baru
Keinginan dan gairah baru
Tujuan hidup yang baru
When it is dark
Will there be a light at the end of the tunnel
Will the tunnel have the end
I never been in your shoes
I don’t know how you feel
And I can’t pretend that I know
It will be a hypocrite of me if I do
*Sigh…* but I can feel your pain
I can see it through your eyes
Even when you say you can’t feel anymore
Really wish that I can reach down in you..
And fix things for you
Like lyrics in a song:
“To open my arms and let it be wings to protect you”
But I can’t
Cause you have already closed your soul
From everyone
From me…
Only you can make yourself survive
Only you can pull yourself together
Only you can walk through the tunnel alone
Perhaps you have to crawl to be out of there
Only you alone have to do it…
All I can say is…
I will be waiting at the end of the tunnel
Especially for you…
And hope that when you out of there
You still want me to be by your side
Rusmi, 26 July 2005, remembering one of your poems to me:
“Night silvery light,
Cup of tea with smokey clouds.
Open my senses to vibrating life,
Sitting alone in a corner of a café…
Waiting for someone yet to come and wait..wait..wait…”
Now the waiting is my turn…