Making Love!

It all started with a soft kiss
and the feeling of utmost bliss.
With him, nothing did she want to miss.
When in love, that much does suffice.

From her toes till her head,
she was draped in pure red,
Two hungry souls lay on the bed,
waiting to experience love unsaid.

In the night as peaceful as a dove,
her trembling lips mad with love;
Words inside her throat she shoved
as he smiled and came from above.

He kissed her lips as they parted;
His tongue, to meet hers, swiftly darted;
Her hands, which kept her body guarded;
He stretched them out as it all started.

He became more passionate and wild;
Her resistance became even so mild;
To her phone of pleasure, he had dialed
the correct number, so he smiled.

Their clothes were covered in sweat;
So the two got naked and met
each other on that squeaky bed.
He was scorching and she was wet.

One gentle push, one perfect stroke;
One barrier they beautifully broke.
No witness to their fire without a smoke;
When in love, they began to soak.

One more and two more and three,
they continued their lovely spree.
For the first time, she felt so free;
In his eyes, she was all that she could see.

Like tree leaves falling in autumn,
he shed his tears squeezing from the bottom.
Fears they had lots but they fought some;
“I love you!” then both hummed.

“Babe, did we make a mistake here?”
She asked. He pulled her very near
and whispered into her right ear,
“We didn’t make a mistake; we made love, my dear!”

– Inscribed By,




Today, let us imagine of
a world full of love and peace.
A world free from terror,
tyranny, hate, and poverty.

Imagine if there were no countries
and the world was one home.
We wouldn’t be fighting along LOCs
to decide on a piece of land.

Imagine if there was no religion
and everyone prayed to one God
without caring who it was.
How peaceful would it be!

Imagine if there were no races
but just one human race.
We wouldn’t be discriminating
people based on their appearance.

Imagine if there was one language
that every person in the world spoke.
There would be no linguistic bullying
all around this beautiful world.

Imagine if there was no gender
and everyone was treated equally.
Love would surpass all other feelings
and gender bias would vanish.

Yet the world has been created
to bring out the best of the differences.
Look at the different flowers, plants,
animals, birds, and landscapes.

They tell us about the variety
of nature, which makes it wonderful;
and we live in this world,
which is full of dissimilarities.

These differences make us unique;
They make us who we are.
So let us imagine of a world full of
dissimilarities but filled with love and peace.

– Inscribed By,


I found God!

I found God in the hands
that helped a boy stand up.
That is the proof of care;
Who says God isn’t there?

I found God in the legs
that walked along with a blind man.
That is the proof of humanity;
Who says there is no deity?

I found God in the mouth
that spoke truth to everybody.
That is the proof of honesty;
With God, don’t be hasty!

I found God in the heart
that was compassionate to all.
That is the proof of love;
Who says God doesn’t live above?

I found God in the eyes
that looked at everyone as equals.
That is the proof of justice;
God is where trust is!

I found God in the mind
that thought of uplifting the needy.
That is the proof of thoughtfulness;
God lives in the hands that bless!

I found God in the prayers
of a heartbroken mother.
That is the proof of God;
That is where I found God!

– Inscribed By,


She is all you need at the end of the day!

A day of hard work;
A day of ups and downs.
But just your soothing voice
and troubles reduce to an ounce.

A day of errands to work on;
A day so hectic and rough.
But one look into your eyes
simplifies all that seemed tough.

A day so hot and humid;
A day that drives me mad.
Yet a warm embrace from you
and my day is no more bad.

The solution to every problem
that brings me to my knees.
For all the joy locked inside me,
you carry all the keys.

Kiss me and set me free;
Hold me in a tight cuddle.
Without you, life is nothing;
With you, life is beautiful.

– Inscribed By,


She said ‘YES’!

Six hundred and eighty two days
it had been since the first time
we chatted with each other
and I wished to make her mine.

I was a lost soul
and she was a broken heart.
We lived far from each other,
thousands of miles apart.

Only occasional texts to start with
and my wish to break her walls,
we were convinced to move ahead
and texts soon escalated to calls.

‘Happiness unlimited’ I wrote down
on my diary on that specific day
when she seemed so positive
and I thought I had to say.

It had been three months
of our blossoming acquaintance
when I proposed to her.
Of course, it didn’t make sense!

I had seen her in pictures
and heard her over the phone.
How could I claim to love her?
Was it just a result of being alone?

She had already rejected me twice
within six months of our chats.
And just like other boys,
I didn’t know how to relax.

I chatted with another girl
and had a long distance relation
with her until twenty days later
I started meeting with frustration.

I couldn’t love that girl;
She couldn’t be the remedy to
my broken heart and fix it.
So all I could say was, ‘Goodbye!’

I returned to where my heart belonged:
Happy but a bit guilty.
She took me in the same way
like, a month ago, how we used to be.

Unaware of what I did,
she just asked where I had been.
I couldn’t tell her the truth
so I said, “Just wanted to be unseen.”

Things started getting back to normal
as our chats resumed well.
“I had to come back to you, my dear”
was what I couldn’t tell.

But she understood me without words.
That was what I loved the most.
She housed my heart but she thought
that she would never be a good host.

A year of ‘us’ came into being
as we got closer through our journey.
I told her about my feelings once again
expecting a lovely reply for me.

Oh yes! She gave it a thought
but cruel were the memories of her past.
The happiness that I had felt
did not, more than a day, last.

It saddened me to see her
unable to get out of her sadness.
I tried to tell her how I wanted
to love her with all my madness.

But she couldn’t – it was difficult.
I could understand how she felt.
That’s why I didn’t compel her
until when I thought her heart would melt.

Six months later, I flew back home
to meet my kith and kin.
But inside my head, I had already
planned our novel meeting.

The day came when we met for the first time.
Elegantly she smiled and shook my hand.
Beautiful she looked, I was nervous,
and time flew by like slipping sand.

We met once again after two days.
This time I was quite ready.
We clicked pictures and talked a lot.
This time I walked steady.

Twenty days later, it was time to return
– as I bid everyone goodbye.
She and I had something to cherish
even though the distance made us sigh.

Two weeks later was her birthday.
I wished her happiness and bliss.
After a few days, I told her
how I had started to miss.

Yes, shameless, for the fourth time
I proposed to her on a serious note.
I told her how I exactly felt about her
without a lie or a sugar coat.

If not in one and a half years,
then she would never love me, I thought.
So, with a long text of our memories,
For love, in love, I fought.

But she still wasn’t ready for
the second relationship of her life.
And I had already made plans
of her being my future wife.

I didn’t know what happened to me then;
I couldn’t take more rejection.
So I stopped talking to her and
all other [girl] friends out of dejection.

Feeling undervalued, I made two mistakes
within two months of our separation
just to realize later that
it was all out of frustration.

Then came my best birthday ever
which only a handful of friends remembered.
And she called just to wish me
and asked of my whereabouts after November.

I was elated when I spoke to her.
Her voice soothed my ears once again.
A few days later, I asked her
to relieve me of all my pain.

She doubted her ability to love again
but I promised her a life full of happiness.
Finally, I asked if she was ready to fall in love
and, oh boy, she said ‘Yes!’

– Inscribed By,


Of arrogant poets

I can totally related to this!


I refuse

A like for a like,

And to follow

Because I am followed.

It’s not that if you don’t love, I die,

It isn’t the little heart you click,

That keeps me alive.

Don’t take me wrong

I am just not giving in

To this blind regime

Who, calling themselves social,

Creep in

Unsuspecting lives.

Adjudged by snobs like me

Who refuse

To being obligatory

Or comment to crush,

A soul with a word.

But, please also consider

How insignificant my words would be

If they were to praise every being

For lesser things

Just because they loved me.

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This is a poem for a girl who means the world to me.

You are the subject of
every poem that I write.
You are the perfect end to
every petty fight.

You are the sweet sleep
that I get every morning.
You are all the happiness
that your thoughts bring.

You are the coldness of
an ice cream on a hot summer day.
You are the God to
whom I always pray.

You are the warmth of
the sun in cold December.
You are the lovely scene of
a movie I always remember.

You are the collection of
my beautiful memories.
You are the beginning of
all sweet love stories.

You are the lyrics of
every song that I listen.
You are the smile that,
even on dull days, glistens.

You are the destination of
my each and every journey.
You are the love of my life –
You are everything for me.

– Inscribed By,

Perfect Imperfections

This poem is dedicated to a beautiful person, both on the outside and the inside. She is the most imperfect perfection that I ever pursued. And I love her.

How beautiful is our life!
Imperfect yet very stable.
All thanks to the almighty
who is only perfect in fables.

Perfection I had been searching for
until I met a girl
with a perfect imperfection.
Then, a new flag unfurled.

She showed me how perfect she was
Even with her imperfections.
Her deeply imperfect eyes cut
my heart into hundred sections.

She told me how perfect she was
even with her imperfections.
Her flawed lips and imperfect teeth
became the source of my addiction.

But she isn’t perfect, you see!
I know it; she knows it too.
Yet the imperfections in her
make every day ‘out of the blue’.

I found perfection
after multiple rejections
when I found a girl
with the perfect imperfections.

– Inscribed By,

I will!

And I mean every single word.

Sometimes you feel the need
to do things for your lover.
Things that mean a lot to you
and things you wouldn’t do for any other.

Yet I wish I hadn’t done things
for other girls in my past.
I wouldn’t have done them if I knew
that those relationships wouldn’t last.

I wish to relive my life and
erase all the other memories.
The only things I want to remember
are the two of us and our stories.

I wish to live for you,
live with you, live within you.
Without you, my heart won’t beat;
and with you, it’ll beat for two.

I’ll love you so much that
even love would doubt itself.
At times of stress, love would unbox
and always be ready to help.

I’ll make you so happy that
even happiness would get jealous.
“I’ll always come between you two,”
Happiness would tell us.

We’ll create so many memories that
even memories won’t find a place to be stored.
All of them will make us nostalgic
and nothing will ever make us bored.

I’ll surprise you with so many gifts that
even surprises will get surprised.
I’ll come to meet you in disguise so often
that even disguise will be disguised.

I’ll care for you so much so that
even care will learn how to care from me.
And when care shall finally learn the art,
It’ll teach the world how to care for somebody.

I’ll be there for you at all times
even when you’re down to your lowest.
And even hope will start hoping for us
to be together; to always be the best.

– Inscribed By,


I’ve been inspired by a girl who is beautiful: physically, spiritually and humanly. The best part is that she’s mine. 🙂

Sweet as chocolate, bright as light;
If I’m the eye, she’s my sight!
Flawless as water, burning like fire;
If I’m the mind, she’s my desire!

Giving as a saint, caring as a mother;
If I’m one half, she is the other!
Comforting as a pillow, warm as a blanket;
If I’m the occasion, she’s my banquet!

Raging like a chili, fuming like oil;
If I’m the flower, she’s my soil!
Loud as music, proud like me;
If I’m the sweetness, she’s the candy!

Peaceful as a dove, beautiful as a bride;
If I am beauty, she’s my pride!
Delicate as an art, calculated as a cook;
If I’m the author, she’s my book!

Loving as a lover, protective as a pod;
If I’m a devotee, she’s my God!
Stubborn as a child, firm as a goal;
If I’m the body, she’s my soul!

– Inscribed By,