Empat Belas

Pukul duabelas sudah sampai, katanya ia lelah

Memikul manik-manik kata yang telah terangkai

berisi doa-doa berbagai corak

Repetisi empat belas Februari terjadi lagi

Hari ini berlabel angka sembilan belas

Menjadi yang pertama begitu penting rupanya

hingga kita terpaksa bertemu di udara

Menunggangi transmisi data

Sembari mengutuk rangkaian regulasi

yang membuat kehadiranku disana alpa

Bercakap melalui senandung virtual yang kadang terputus

Namun dikumandangkan terus

Dan raut bitmap digital yang jarang bisa mulus

Lalu kita beranjak ke bagian yang serius

Kau mau kado apa, tanyaku lurus

Aku bukan anak kecil lagi-ini bukan yang pertama kali, jawabmu ketus

Jelaslah

Kau anggap ini rutinitas tahunan, bagiku ini ritual sakral

Kusebutkan rentetan harapan bak mantera yang dirapal

Tentang mimpi-mimpimu yang dari awal kita ramal

Rahangku bukan tak pegal tapi kuharap doaku kekal

Aminmu menggema dalam keheningan total

Kuharap aku disana, kututup penuh sesal

Pukul dua mengetuk pintu, mengucap salam

Kusambut ia dengan kantuk yang tadinya teredam

Dalam tidur, kulihat kau meniup malam.

P.S: Selamat mengulang tanggal, Kal! I'll see you soon.

14022014

Pas dosen ngatur proyektor, gak liat jam.

       

I Will Stop Loving You

I will stop loving you when there's someone who can prove that Einstein's Postulates are wrong.
I will stop loving you when the F= m.a formula is not valid anymore.
I will stop loving you when Periodic Table gets messed up.
I will stop loving you when two Indifference Curves meet at one point and concave to the origin.
I will stop loving you when Schramm's Communication Model loses its field of experience.

I will stop loving you when Marx's theory about classless society become reality.

I will stop loving you when the axiom "we can not not communicate" is broken.
I will stop loving you when ethnographic method can't explain the culture anymore.
I will stop loving you when Montesque opposes his own Trias Politica model.

I will stop loving you when there's an apple fruit grows in a mango tree on 30th of February.

I will stop loving you when Thor loses his gavel.
I will stop loving you when Isabella Swan gets divorced from Edward Cullen.
I will stop loving you when Doraemon's magic pocket stop producing the stuffs.
I will stop loving you when Shinichi Kudo gets his normal body back.
I will stop loving you when Shichan becomes adult.
I will stop loving you when Spongebob gets his driving licence.

And I will stop loving you exactly when you stop loving me. As simple as that.