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Thursday, November 11, 2010
Waiting a minute just like hours, waiting its a boring moment if we never know what we are waiting for , leaving in uncertain situation.Waiting for a call from someone special sometime need a coolhead or sometime one side prefer to wait then to dial a call.
I was astonished then to realize that most women tend to wait for the man to dial first in order to keep their head up, pride or not to judge as a girl in "for sale" position. It was what I got from so many respons coming when I wrote 2 poems below from 2 diffrent persons in 2 period of times.
One friend is a younger who waiting for his beloved to call her first. The other friend is a grown women, told the story when in the old days she had to run to the next door waiting for a call from her boyfriend at certain time, since her house not yet installed a phone line.
Recent days much develop than ealier when internet or mobile phone are a shopisticated communication devices. Now both side could easily contact each other. But waiting or not is not a matter anymore if each other had a feeling of love.
Recent days much develop than ealier when internet or mobile phone are a shopisticated communication devices. Now both side could easily contact each other. But waiting or not is not a matter anymore if each other had a feeling of love.
WAITING FOR A CALL
My heart beating harder
Waiting a minutes just like a year
Walking next door, waiting a call
Hope he remember on time to call
My eyes, lips curve smiling
Surprise to hear bell ringing
His laughter and tone of talking
Make my day brighter
No more walk next door
No more long distance call
He sit beside me after all
Except away out of town
Anytime miss his laughter
Just an inch to dial a call
No more walk next door
He sit beside me after all
In our home sweet home
Waiting a minutes just like a year
Walking next door, waiting a call
Hope he remember on time to call
My eyes, lips curve smiling
Surprise to hear bell ringing
His laughter and tone of talking
Make my day brighter
No more walk next door
No more long distance call
He sit beside me after all
Except away out of town
Anytime miss his laughter
Just an inch to dial a call
No more walk next door
He sit beside me after all
In our home sweet home
NADA RINDU TARLING INDRAMAYU
Selamat malam bulan, selamat malam bintang
Sampaikan rinduku yg tak pernah memudar untuknya
Aku memang manusia yang tak luput dari salah
Sengaja menahan diri untuk tak menelponnya
Membenci nada dering lagu KD itu membunuhku
Sebab cemburu, bukti setia cintaku yang luar biasa
Kemanakah dirimu yg dulu selalu merindukanku
Kemanakah dirimu yang dulu cintai daku
Kuambil air wudhu membasuh tubuh dan rindu
Bersujud lima waktu, tak lupa bisikkan namamu
Kupandang bulan purnama mencari senyum itu
Semoga wajah bulatmu on line dihapeku
Malam itu aku bermimpi menunggumu diperon
Mendengar pluit kereta Cirex menuju Cirebon
Kau gandeng tanganku bergoyang joget Tarling
Organ tunggal ”Nada rindu”, bagaimana melupakannya
Sambil tanganmu menjepitkan lembar saweran
Diiringi musik tardut, nada dering hapeku
Cepatlah sayang, jangan hanya mimpi
Jangan sampai rindu berganti benci
Telponlah, buanglah rasa gengsi tinggi
Apa susahnya tinggalkan pesan suara hati
Karena suara bathinku berbisik berbunyi
Hatimupun merindu dan mencintai
Labels: POEMS
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