[21] Satu Kotak Hitam

Kotak rahsia hitam yang dia simpan lama
perlahan-lahan dia buka

Ada satu objek merah dipenuhi
lumuran darah

Dia ambil 
dan tatang
perlahan-lahan

Dengan penuh kasih sayang
dan hati-hati 

Objek itu berupa organ hatinya 
yang berdegup kencang
berselimutkan jari-jarinya

Kencang degupannya
bak nadi normal

Tapi sayang,
Ia tidak punya apa-apa perasaan

Kembali dia letak objek itu
dalam kotak rahsia hitam,
untuk dia simpan. 

p.s. Apa guna punya hati tapi tidak mampu beremosi? 

[20] Shut your mind. Listen to me.

Once, not a long time ago, I experienced the most aching pain that nailed me to the ground. It seems a bit crass that this is perhaps the most aching pain yet it inflicts no physical hazard to its victim. It strikes at the core of the human body;

Heart. 

Heartache.

I am certain that most people experience that once or twice in their life. Or perhaps a couple of heartbreaks -depending on the capability of your brain and your ability to distinguish love related issues-  along the way of finding the purpose of one's life and most importantly the person you are destined to be with. 

Heartbreak's a bitch. It gives you a stinging heartache, the agonizing pain as if, as cliche as it sounds, your heart's been ripped off of you body. As if you receive multiple jabs to your heart and you can't help but to comply in a docile way as if you are drugged yet you can feel the agonizing pain. 

Heartbreak is subjective. 

And I shall leave you here to ponder on that. 

p.s. Different people, different heart, different story. 

[19] Secebis Nota untuk Tuhan

Hi, 

Aku tahu aku kecil ya Allah,
Aku tahu aku milik kau ya Allah, 
Aku tahu,

Tolong aku ya Allah,
Aku malu,
Aku segan dengan kau,

Nota ini salah satu alternatif untuk aku memberitahu kau,
Nota kecil yang aku karang dengan penuh harapan dan perasaan, 
Kerna sememangnya aku malu dan segan
untuk bangun mengangkat, 
menadah tangan. 

p.s. Aku segan padamu. Banyak yang mahu aku cerita dan kongsikan.