Ahlan Wa Sahlan...

Sabtu, 25 Agustus 2012

hah?


Sepenggal cacatan dalam ingatan
Sorot mata itu meredup !
Ada kristal terpiaskan
Tertunduk . . .
       Dukanya tak terukur
       Memahami sedih di hatinya
Namun yang ada hanya kagum
Dalam sesaknya dada
Masihkah dia milikku ?
Kristal itu lepas
Mengalir di pipinya
Menangis tanpa nada
 Kutatap paras sendunya
Ia sangat berduka
Coba mengerti galaunya
Tak dapat ku lakukan
'DIANTARA IBA dan RAGU'
Ku coba membuka mata
Kupandangi sekitar
Sunyi
Legang
Sepi
Kucoba yakinkan diri
Benarkah dia milikku ?
Ataukah , dia bukan milikku lagi ?

goodbye?


Mungkin ini senja terakhir
Ku jejakkan kaki di padang ilalang
Tuk menulusuri sejuknya embun pagi bersama
Hingga tak ku dapati aromanya
Hari ini andai ku bisa
Tinggalkan dengan tangis
Akan ku jadikan deraian air mata
Sebagai akhir yang indah

Kini tak terasa…
Kita sudah sampai pada apa yang kita tuju
Meninggalkan sederet kisah
Suka atau duka
Dari tangis hingga tawa
Untuk menjemput untaian mutiara cinta dan cita
Yang menanti di penghujung senja
Saat kita kembali jejakkan kaki
Di padang ilalang kan bersua
“Bersama menyempurnakan kisah kita….”

When I Left Mr. Reveries for Ms. Forgiveness

Have you ever felt like nobody listening to your words? Have you ever felt like you are the first forgotten by your own mother? Have you ever felt like you can’t even tell your deepest secrets to a person who made you born to this world, i mean your  mother? Well, i think i have to ask those questions to myself first, because my answer would be definite YES.
I am Sara, 16 years-old, a movie freak, a bath-singer, an idiot, not-so-honest-kind-of-person, like to spent money alot at unimportant stuff, an ice cream addict, a family girls and the most important i am always being the first forgotten in my mom’s mind. Well, now i’m doing my second grade at the Senior High. I don’t really enjoy my senior high time actually. But most of people i met said that senior high is the most awesome moment in their lifes, when you will feel magic and you can feel how does it feels to be a mature person. Where you have to decide things and make the best decision in your life, because high school will decide are you going to be a succes person or not. The moment you will memorize for the rest of your life. But for me, Senior High is a place where you have to struggle everyday and be a better person every single day you step in to your class.
It doesn’t mean that i am not popular kid at school, well i am one of the popular kids at school. But i don’t feel comfortable when people looking me at me when i’m walking down the hall or when i am taking my lunch in the canteen. It feels weird to me. I don’t really like those famous kids at school, because mostly they do harsh things to other. I think i am the netral kid at school (FYI, you can count kids like me). Most of the kids like to be in a group and they have their own place where no one that non-of-their-groups can’t come in. It sucks you know. And it even amaze me that the teachers DO NOTHING about it. What a school!