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Posted in Curhat! by Melita Tarisa on December 8, 2008

I seek for the moment you’ll understand
you’re my iced caramel macchiato.

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Posted in Curhat! by Melita Tarisa on November 30, 2008

Sebentuk asa agar kamu tetap tinggal mati kemarin.

Mungkin cinta ingin aku belajar untuk merelakan,

tapi maukah kamu beranjak perlahan saja?

Beri aku sesuatu untuk dikenang dengan tenang.

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Posted in Curhat! by Melita Tarisa on November 15, 2008

Bukan, bukan Chairil Anwar. Jangan Shakespeare! Kamu saja.

Ingin dengar suaramu, tanyakan kabarku.

Lalu senyum itu, yang lahirkan maaf.

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Ajari aku sesuatu tentang hidup

Posted in Curhat! by Melita Tarisa on November 9, 2008

Hari ini,
seorang dari kita pergi tiada dan
seorang baru datang mengadu.
Berpijak di tempat tubuh tua renta melepas lelah dan tawa refleks pertama kali terbentuk,
air mata berlomba melompat keluar dari hatiku.
Di antara wangi ingatan masa muda dan gairah merengkuh kekinian,
pikirku berpendar, pecah warna hingga sulit kurangkumkan.
Saat ini,
seorang dari kita pergi tiada dan seorang baru datang mengadu.

Bagaimana memaknainya?

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Posted in Curhat! by Melita Tarisa on October 29, 2008

detak jantungku berpacu dengan dunia
sedang hatiku terpaku untuk seorang dia

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Posted in Curhat! by Melita Tarisa on October 26, 2008

Kita.

Kembali duduk berdua dan diam menata kata.
Katamu tentang bintik hitam matahari,
dan aku bulan dalam kopiku*.
Lekat, erat, pekat, sampai sesak.


* inspirasi “bulan dalam kopiku” datang dari cerpen SGA berjudul “Rembulan dalam Cappuccino”

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Posted in Curhat! by Melita Tarisa on October 25, 2008

I read a line, another line, and a whole lot of other lines about him.

How is it possible for someone to be loved that much, to be disturbingly desired.

Does he wear a charm that such smile gently sends your knees into trembling?

Does he speak of Shakespeare that such eyes lit fireworks all over your heart?

Is it the way he put his arm around you?  Screw you!

Is it the glances he shares with you? Bite me!

I think of a line, another line, and a whole lot of other lines about him.

How is it conceivable for someone to love that much, to obsessively desire.
Where is your conscience to stop the infatuation? Damn!
When will your guts dare you to make a move? Game!
I draw a line, another line, and a whole lot of other lines about him.
Is it going to be okay?
Are you not falling to love and desire?
Disturbing.
Oh,

Let me alone. Stop making me sticky and lonely*.

*from “the sandwich has no mayonnaise by Salinger

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Posted in Curhat! by Melita Tarisa on October 24, 2008

Tulislah sesuatu tentang kita.

Anak-anak yang tertawa tanpa suara sambil mengejar kupu-kupu

dan mereka yang tertidur dalam riuh kota ini,

jejak kehidupan yang dipaparkan seadanya.

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Inch of trembling

Posted in Curhat!, poems by Melita Tarisa on August 15, 2008

I took an inch and peeked outside
the sturdy trees with their leaves swing side to side
flowery greenery, gleeful wind across the field
There
a glimpse of horizon with butterflies flying about
come, dance people rushing towards the reddish sun
inviting, not wanting to be left alone

Then

I remember a line from my favorite movie*,
“Tell them the horizon is an imaginary line that recedes as you approach it.”
I did so, trembling.

* Mona Lisa Smile (2003)

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Notice to a Friend

Posted in Curhat! by Melita Tarisa on August 4, 2008

It is painfully incomprehensible how I can not find the courage to tell you

that I have differed myself from you.

I have no interest in living the life you pictured for me,

not even the idea of luxury.

Time to time, I have been questioning the boundaries you’ve made.

You talk like they are ours when I give such things nothing but disapproval.

I have respect for you, high enough to understand your idealism.

To even take notice of your materialism and struggle to mind that not.

You are realistic, one of the lovable things about you.

Had it occurred in your mind that life is measured not in currency, you’ll see the fallacy of reality.

In years to come,

I see you living the life you’ve always wanted. You are as happy as a child with his new found excitement.

I hope I am still in the picture though not the way you’ve arranged it

for I find agreement with you about the future only in the love we are bound to share.

Consider this my notice, my dear friend.