Posted in Sense, tagged Love on June 23, 2010| 1 Comment »
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Usah
Jikalau senja membawa cerita
kisah kita yang penuh rahsianya
aku dan engkau akan tertanya
inikah bahgia
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Jikalau malam membisu selalu
sempat kumengenali cintamu
langit terbentang ilham berjuta
kan cukup untuk kita
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Oho usah kau berjanji
dalam tapi tak bertepi
Oho usah kau ragukan
daku bagai dulu
tinggal saja kuberduka
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Jikalau ada melodi cintaku
kunyanyikan untukmu selalu
ribuan puji tersusun kata
abadi dan bermesra
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Posted in Hurt, tagged Love on June 22, 2010| 2 Comments »
Entah apa yang saya tunggu dari lewat malam ke awal pagi. Entah apa yang saya nanti. Malam sudah lama berlalu. Pagi yang sekejap lagi akan terang tak dapat juga melelapkan mata mengantuk saya ini. Saya berjaga seolah-olah menjaga waktu. Takut tertidur dan terlepas waktu untuk entah apa. Mahu berangkat ke mana kah saya ini?
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I don’t know what I have been waiting for from last night to this early hour. I am not sure what awaits me. The night is done. The first light of day will break and still has it not pushed me to fall. Asleep. I am staying up as though I was keeping time. Afraid that sleep would leave me behind and I would miss the journey. Am I even going somewhere?
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I finished watching Hope Floats for the 39th time hours ago. After going on to Oprah Podcast, distracting me from my own thoughts and hopes, I went back to listening to From Russia With Love and When I Look At You. The next thing I knew, the clock struck three. And I am back to this, telling you things I cannot say.
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I am trying to reach out to you if you can feel it within my painful silence. I am trying to tell you everything by not saying anything anymore. It has been so long and I have said too much. I’m out of words. And I’m all out of love. Whatever love is.
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Posted in Monchies, tagged Love on June 5, 2010| 2 Comments »
“Janganlah kau bertanya tentang jarak setia. Cintaku ini buktinya, kasih.”
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Sampai gugur rambutku mengenang dikau, dan terpaksa ku beralih kepada formula Rambut Gugur Rejoice 3-dalam-1 baru. Dan sampai gatal hidungku menghidu bau hamis Nasi Kambing di Restoran Musafir. Kerana dikau lah itu. Dan juga sampai ku tertidur berendam airmata hingga ke pagi mendakap Bolster, bantal gulingku, mengenang dikau. Rindu.
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Oh Kitreena Enida Johnson, monchyku!
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Posted in Write On, tagged Love on May 4, 2010| Leave a Comment »
This is my all-time favorite love poem:
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Sonnet 17
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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
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I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
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in which there is no ‘I’ or ‘You’;
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand
so close that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close.
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by Pablo Neruda
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Posted in Nostalgia, tagged Love on May 3, 2010| 1 Comment »
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Bila memandang gambarmu
hatiku rasa terharu
senyuman dibibirmu
menawan kalbu
Mengapa hanya bayangan
tak sanggup berjauhan
andainya kita bersua
betapa mesra…
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Posted in Sense, tagged Love on March 29, 2010| Leave a Comment »
I am convinced.
I have lived and loved long enough to know that nobody can love like I do. Nobody. Blessed are those who have been loved by me. Blessed are those who have been loved by me and have appreciated my love. Blessed are those who have not, all the same.
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Blessed be those who have loved me the way I have loved. No matter whom they love in return. For I am convinced, nobody has loved me like I do.
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Not even the one I love.
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Not even.
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Posted in Hurt, tagged Love on November 18, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Why can’t love be an easy conversation like the way we talk about how your day was? Why can’t loyalty be like asking if you have taken your vitamin for the day? Why does it have to feel this heavy, this edgy and this teary? Why can’t it be breezy like Sunday morning?
If love is in the air, why can’t I breathe, love?
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