About Butterflies, Strangers and Lovers
Adults were once babies.
Butterflies were once caterpillars.
Clothes were once just pieces of yarn
and lovers were once strangers.
Maybe it was magic but then again maybe not.
Maybe it was mother nature and also work of fate.
Maybe there were lots of efforts involved or maybe none at all.
But when strangers turn into lovers, the whole world celebrates.
(at least that’s how it seems)
And al the flowers are of bright red hue
And even the crows all sing the best of tunes
How I wish lovers are like butterflies.
For clothes can be ripped back into yarns
And adults can sometimes act like babies.
But butterflies can never again be caterpillars.
Once a butterfly, forever flying beautifully.
Too bad lovers are not like butterflies.
And when lovers turn back into strangers, the whole world mouns and weeps.
Thus the love they once found, was once again unfound.
And the hearts were shattered… shattered worse than the ripped clothes.
But life continues to go on
(althougth that’s not always how it seems)
more babies become adult, more yarns made into clothes
and more caterpillars turn into butterflies
And strangers remain strangers… until they turn into lovers
And the whole world celebrates once again
14 Jan 06
Butterflies were once caterpillars.
Clothes were once just pieces of yarn
and lovers were once strangers.
Maybe it was magic but then again maybe not.
Maybe it was mother nature and also work of fate.
Maybe there were lots of efforts involved or maybe none at all.
But when strangers turn into lovers, the whole world celebrates.
(at least that’s how it seems)
And al the flowers are of bright red hue
And even the crows all sing the best of tunes
How I wish lovers are like butterflies.
For clothes can be ripped back into yarns
And adults can sometimes act like babies.
But butterflies can never again be caterpillars.
Once a butterfly, forever flying beautifully.
Too bad lovers are not like butterflies.
And when lovers turn back into strangers, the whole world mouns and weeps.
Thus the love they once found, was once again unfound.
And the hearts were shattered… shattered worse than the ripped clothes.
But life continues to go on
(althougth that’s not always how it seems)
more babies become adult, more yarns made into clothes
and more caterpillars turn into butterflies
And strangers remain strangers… until they turn into lovers
And the whole world celebrates once again
14 Jan 06
posted by Arleen Amidjaja | 4:07 AM
1 Comments:
Kupu-kupu, orang asing dan Kekasih
Orang-orang dewasa pernah menjalani kehidupan bayi
Kupu-kupu pernah menjadi ulat
pakaian, suatu ketika hanyalah selembar benang
dan kekasih pada mulanya hanyalah orang asing
Mungkin ini hanya keajaiban mungkin juga bukan
Mungkin ini bagian dari kehendak alam
bisa juga sebuah takdir
mungkin banyak upaya terlibat
atau bahkan tak sama sekali
Namun ketika orang asing menjadi kekasih,
seisi dunia bertempik riuh.
(paling tidak, semua terkesan demikian)
dan semua bunga semburat bersemu dadu
bahkan gerombolan gagak pun menjadi koor paduan suara paling indah
Mungkinkah kekasih seperti kupu
seperti pakaian yang bisa dikembalikan pada seutas benang
dan orang-orang dewasa
suatu ketika berlaku bagi bayi
Sayang, kupu tak pernah pulang untuk jadi ulat
ia akan selalu terbang, selamanya
membubung indah, jauh di sana
dan kekasih yang buruk tak akan menjelma kupu
Dan ketika kekasih kembali menjadi orang asing
seisi dunia mencibirkan makian
Cinta yang ditemukan, kembalikan hilang
meninggalkan seonggok hati miris teriris
lebih terkoyak dari baju yang moyak
dan hidup akan terus berlanjut
(meski tak selalu berlangsung seperti yang dilihat orang)
bayi-bayi tumbuh dewasa,
benang-benang dipintal jadi pakaian
ulat-ulat berubah jadi para kupu
Orang asing, tetaplah jadi orang asing…hingga mereka berubah jadi kekasih
saat dunia bertepuk riuh
sekali lagi
090108-sma
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