Hand in Heart

Heart has its own daunting beauty,
When you can feel the pulse beneath,
And sense the warmth it glows dimly,
When you muse on the zeal it conceals,
And caress the tenderness so fondly.

So much for fizzle and chagrin,
As the world gave you plenty of them.
The greatest conundrum of your love,
Lies in the gentle touch of the heart,
By those faithful not far-away at all.

Deep in your breath a wish blooming,
That your life will never be friendless,
That you will walk surcease accompanied.
Too precious happiness to let go,
While soul-stirring friends stay around.

You don’t need the best person to love,
But an unsophisticated soul to embrace.
Eyes and vibes of those so endearing,
Keep your days and nights breathtaking.
So when the dreams are flying too high,
Put the hand of the dearest in your heart.

I'm Always Around

by Hadrianus Tedjoworo on Wednesday, 15 December 2010 at 21:25

Heart's vibes can come and go starkly,

tiff and twist are no more so queer.

When you dive into the passion's core,

be on your toes for a lot of chagrin,

for love is constantly spine-chilling,

leaving us breathless and all at sea.

Once upon a time you were so near,

as if we were all ears to each other,

when awe and eye were swamping us.

But it was hope that flew us high,

so high that no one wished to halt,

and just one tiff needed to disengage.

You're free to leave at any time,

you're free to seek your own gladness,

you're free to exult with your own pals,

you're free to mourn with those nearby,

to enter circles that'll keep you alive.

No one has the right to keep you close,

not in the name of intimacy and amity,

for it's not the body that needs a hug,

but only heart in one's whole presence.

I'd love to get the picture day by day,

to grow in care not in a masterful way,

to leave a space for your footsteps,

to pay homage to your own choosing.

And if one day you need some ease,

you'll find me, since I'm always around.

Forever Young

by Hadrianus Tedjoworo on Monday, 20 September 2010 at 22:39

It might somehow a bit knotty,

if we want to grab those joyful moments,

the dread is here in this same breath,

whether those flashes will stay timeless.

Can you just stop rushing awhile,

and take a gaze at your soul mate?

Just see in the eyes to seize the wish:

"I yearn for a life forever young!"

Now that is then the artless bit,

for even you can't give it a tip.

Our age is sometimes truly eerie,

as well for those who love swiftly.

But tell me why you should hurry.

Is that because you're too greedy,

to gaol your mate in eternity?

If God has ever been in love,

and such to boot in a human way,

there'd be no image of timelessness,

since God is Love in every splodge,

God only knows that love is a Now.

And Love never frets of endlessness.

If you wish to calm your soul for love,

never neglect your every immanence,

never go away from each love offered.

Just be grateful for those now close,

snuggle their hearts to sense the ardour,

and whisper straight from your shoulder,

"I'm so happy you're here, right now."

You Don't Love An Idea

Once in your life you found someone,
you wished to keep all the sensations,
you eternalised the infatuations,
even carved your names too on a tree.
Don't you see those were just ideas?

After all you can't love some ideas,
moreover touch those convictions,
or somehow miss the conceptions.
Since those ideas do not adore.
They cannot miss you or kiss you.
They do not mind and care for you.

But we remember the person,
and not plainly the perception.
We care to hold somebody's hands,
rather than just one's common sense.
We like to touch a person's skin,
instead of simply one's teachings.

And love is not about ideas.
Not likenesses, nor differences.
It must pertain to what is real.
It's someone's being you can feel,
a human face that speaks for real.

You might forget the gifts you earned,
but don't neglect a person's yearn.
Your friends are not just ideas,
but flesh and blood you love for real.

Let Go

Have you ever learned,
the hardest thing in happiness,
is to let your dearest ones,
leave and have their own?

There's no other thing,
so greedy as holding their hearts,
so dangerous as the presumption,
that we're the only one on earth,
who can make them happy.

But our eyes can never fake,
the envy acutely consuming,
the anger so utterly vexing,
the jealousy intensely amusing,
the addiction overly persisting.

So often it's torturing,
to hear them burst in laugh,
but simply not because of you;
to watch them walk cheerily,
but clearly not at your side.

Now step back and see inside.
Would you not want them to be happy?
Would you not see them smiling?
Would you not do anything absurd,
just to watch them live heartily ever after?

Then this must be the simplest answer.
Let them go. Let them live. Let them laugh.
Even if you would have to accept,
yet all of this, is not your sacrifice.

Love is Not (Always) a Union

Is it evermore true,
as if relationship is destiny,
as if we should live in couples,
as if nothing's happier than a union,
as if our passion is everything,
as if love is about becoming one?

But you never know,
how deep the ocean of one's heart is,
how far a friend's hands can reach,
how close your cared ones can hug,
how high their prayers can climb,
how fast their pardon often is.

Since love is about being present,
within someone else's heart and soul.
Since love is about being a gift,
though never will be owned.
Since love is about being sacredly tied,
albeit each person's way of life.
Since love is about being reborn,
and laid down on someone else's palms.

And love is not always a union,
regardless how hard we push it,
despite our stubbornness to reach it,
notwithstanding the gloom and the grief.

Hence at the end of each day,
don't be sorry for feeling not loved,
also by those you do care about.
Since love is by far not a union,
if you mean by it a possession.

Is It That Hard?

Born in a family you didn't choose,

you might feel to be the goose.

Anointed in a creed you didn't will,

there's a city you still can't tail.

Tied up in a bond you never thought,

you may sense you're not a hotshot.

When things are going wrong,

will you find another paramour?

When what you say just goes odd,

can't you just be above-board?

We all are making things unsound,

when saying hate instead of ardour,

when mourning in place of smiling,

when uncaring rather than loving,

when attacking in lieu of touching.

So later on if we see once more,

don't talk and be that hard.

It's not that tough to be a chum,

then move on make some movies...