a woman’s back

Brown..or tan

is the color of my back.

With quite a wide shoulder,

to carry and hold ninety nine problems.

Can’t you tell…

that the color and the skin thickened,

as the road is further and further..

~f.a

seeking myths

I am told to wear a dress, so I wear a dress

I am told to put on make-up, so I put it on

I am told to smile, so I smile

I am told to obey men, ……

I am told to not say a word, ……

I am told to speak as in manner, yet I speak louder than a speaker

I am told to believe in things, yet I believe in things that I want to believe

I am not questioning why, but seeking answer of why

I am not trying to seek the truth, but implementing myths of Athens

~f.a

dalam suatu waktu

Suatu ketika lelaki datang dengan segelas minuman. Ketika itu perempuan meladeni lelaki dengan sebuah kewajaran. Seketika itu mereka berbicara dan bercanda. Seketika itu mereka tersenyum dan menanti malam berikutnya.

Malam itu, mereka menelusuri jalan ibukota untuk menyimpan sebuah senyum didalam alam bawah sadar.

Malam berikutnya mereka bertemu. Tidak bertatap muka. Karena waktu dan jarak didalam kota yang tidak memungkinkan. Mereka bertemu melalui jaringan media sosial. Mereka bercanda melaui jaringan komunikasi seluler. Mereka berbicara untuk merencanakan tatap muka.

Pertemuan demi pertemuan untuk bertatap muka terjadi. Untuk melihat sebuah karya manusia dalam layar lebar. Untuk mencicipi kaya rasa kuliner di sebuah restoran ataupun menikmati campuran rasa minuman di berbagai bar. Pertemuan terjadi walau hanya untuk menikmati percakapan sederhana dan secangkir kopi serta sepiring kue.

Mereka tertawa. Mereka bertengkar. Mereka berdiskusi. Mereka bersolusi.

Semuanya berjalan dengan semestinya. Sampai satu menyadari bahwa rutinitas sudah tidak menjadi rutinitas. Satu menyadari bahwa rutinitas sudah tidak lagi menjadi daya tarik. Satu mencoba untuk merubahnya dan memberikan plot agar menarik kembali. Yang lainnya merasa terlalu berlebihan dan memutuskan untuk tidak menjalani rutinitas. Perempuan kembali dengan rima kehidupannya seperti dahulu. Lelaki kembali dengan alur rutinitasnya seperti dahulu.

~WA~

H E R

I am called with many, but to her it’s first. Then there were two and three. Who would’ve thought that we were breathing the same air, digging the same hole, facing the same wall and gazing at the same sky. After the rainy season, we’re always waiting for the jasmine tree to bloom where we would sit by the window. Blooming or not, it had never been an issue. Because she would tell us to bring the chair back, clean our crumbs, and sweep the floor. We didn’t mind. We loved it. We were happy.

She was a porcelain. Made of china bone. But being forged with titanium inside. She had no doubts nor hesitation to choose color to paint. She had no doubts nor hesitation to look at the palette and trace the colors. She had no doubts nor hesitation to share her findings to her threes. She had no doubts nor hesitation to be imminent with her threes. She had no doubts nor hesitation to have repetition to remind them about their existence.

Colors to threes was the reason of their existence nowadays. They chose their colors. Carefully. Perfectly. It may not seem like rainbow, but for them it was. Although sometimes She would draw them back to their roots, to her color which she had prepared for them with her titanium walls.

To Her, they are hers with all her colors. Needed to be protected in her walls. To them, She was their savior of their future. She and Threes would separate and unite. Seeing eye to eye and from each sides were not their strongest point. But they knew, that they wouldn’t be a thing without each.

~WA~