the price of following one's heart

the price of following one's heart,
is sometimes hard to gauge.
could cost one nothing at all,
could cost one a zillion things at once.

the price of following one's heart,
often means taking a winding road,
a puzzle-like map into the the unknown,
and hitting the wall multiple times.

the price of following one's heart,
is very dear.

the price of following one's heart,
is to get lost.
lost in the darkness of one's soul,
asking if there will ever be light at the end of the tunnel,
setting the heart free of misery and never-ending referee.

the price of following one's heart,
is to feel pain,
confusion,
bewilderment,
excitement.

taste the tanginess of sweat and tears,
wipe the occasional blood dripping through the pores,
of one's broken heart.

the price of following one's heart,
is the readiness to heal oneself.

the price of my heart,
is you.

Ann Arbor, April 28, 2009

six six six

six is a lucky number,
for the world was blessed to welcome you.

six is a lucky number,
for the hours shared picturing distant stars and awesome dreams.

six is a lucky number,
for the days of sunlight and moonshine at hand.

Come,
and Walk with me.

Ann Arbor, April 25, 2009

Inspired by Clint Eastwood :p

and i love you more than the others ;p

indeed,
i love you more than the others ;p

not because you are the most beautiful looking,
though beautiful you are, indeed.

not because you are the best dancer ever,
though i think you are really really awesome.

not because you are the gentlest person that ever grace the face of the earth,
though i kind of have a glimpse on how sweet you could be.

not because you are the easiest person to work with,
though i know now better than when i first started.

i love you more than the others ;p
because of the way you bloom like a shy daffodil on the Diag

i love you more than the others ;p
because of the rare jokes and silliness that escaped from time to time from your fiercely guarded efficiency.

i love you more than the others ;p
because of the way your smile lights up your face at those moments when you let your guards down.

i love you more than the others ;p
because you eventually let your guards down at all.

i love you more than the others ;p
because i feel deep inside of someone calling out,
someone who are as carefree as a bird,
as cheerful as a Summer sunshine,
as fleet-footed as a deer in Fall,
as gorgeous as a rainbow on an early Spring day,
as amazing as my first snow of the legendary Michigan Winter.

i love you more than the others ;p
because you continue to amaze me,
but not surprise me.

i love you more than the others ;p
because i know,
there is so much more to come.

and i am sad,
because i won't be there to uncover the jewels,
of your personality puzzle.

but still,
you are right....
i love you more than the others ;p

but you are wrong,
because it is not something that you need to live up to,
because i love you,
for what it's worth,
for who you are.

and i love the way,
you bloom...
slowly....

may your Spring be magical,
as magical as the flower,
which is You.

Ann Arbor, April 19, 2009

Inspired by and dedicated to a very special friend whose words are quoted in this poem ;p

senandungku untukmu

sesaat terdiam,
terpaku,
terlena.

menatap hari demi hari yang akan terlewatkan,
tanpamu,
dan hatiku terperanjat.

selirih senja merambat perlahan,
rindu gelap menapaki jalan setapak mimpi,
ah...rasanya tak ingin berpisah.

selintas mata berpadu,
dan ingin kukatakan,
betapa aku ingin menyapamu.

dengan setiap tatapan mata,
dengan setiap kata permana,
dengan setiap langkah tertata.

ingin kuterawang mimpi ini,
dan kupersembahkan kepadamu,
dalam karangan bunga musim semi.

dan ketika matahari menyinari,
kuinginkan hangatnya menyapamu,
dan berkata,
apa kabar, cantik?

dalam mimpiku kusenandungkan sebuah lagu,
berselimutkan doa dan harapan,
akan kebahagiaan yang akan menjemputmu.

karena kau.... indah adanya.

senandungku untukmu,
senandung sunyi dalam kalbu,
yang takkan pernah kauterawang apa maknanya.

and for you,
a silent song i sing,
may it be a lullaby,
that sends you the best dreams,
sends you off into spring.

Ann Arbor, April 19, 2009

Hey Beautiful!

Hey Beautiful,
nice to see you today,
did i tell you how sweet it was to dance in your arms last night?
no, maybe not.

Hey Beautiful,
look at the spring outside,
the sun so bright and everybody is so happy,
where are you?

Hey Beautiful,
i wonder why i can't get you out of my head,
thinking of of how long it took me to see,
the beauty of your soul.

Hey Beautiful,
how are you today?
hope you managed to come fresh to work,
after regretting the fact that you stayed up much too late last night.

Hey Beautiful,
did i tell you i liked the way you look,
with your new haircut and the contact lenses?
you did, by the way, look really cute.

Hey Beautiful,
stop taking life so seriously by its neck,
you look much cuter when you are smiling,
and when you are making jokes....oh so divine...

Hey Beautiful,
this is not a love poem,
though i wish it could have been,
because you certainly deserve one.

Hey Beautiful,
you are special in every way,
and though it takes some time and getting used to,
your charm is beyond belief.

Don't ever ask, whether this is special for you,
Just take it, believe in it...
Just inhale the sweetness and let it be...
For special people deserve special appreciation,
And you are certainly one of a kind.

For sometimes life needs no reasoning,
oh well....look who's talking...
But appreciate yourself and let yourself shine,
For forever will I remember,
how beautiful you are,
to me.

Ann Arbor, April 17, 2009
Dedicated to M.J.