My Exams

This is another scheduled post. My exams start on this 19th! I’m not very well prepared but I fear it not. So, this is an ode to my examinations which have come and gone. I believe this would be my final written exams (although I said so during my Bachelors too). But, I’ve come to know that our life is a course in itself, and we need to clear exams of life often. Perhaps, this is just a preparation for one of life’s next exams.

 

Birds flying high over my head,

I’m just sitting idle on my bed.

After all that I’ve written and you’ve read,

I’m still lying idle on my bed.

 

I’ve had my breakfast – a bowl of fried rice,

Along with two other plump guys.

After a lot of hard work and lots of tries,

My flatmate has drawn a signal with lows and highs.

 

I think I need to get things ready,

So that my mind stays calm and steady.

I don’t like it when my brain goes in an eddy,

‘Cause that just makes my day so heady.

 

With an hour of concentrated studies,

Hoping for the best, and no worries.

Iron my shirt so as to remove the crease,

I gotta go and write my exams at ease.

 

After all the daily tasks I’ve done,

Now I’ve got time to have some fun.

Even though I know I can still learn,

But I’m satisfied by the knowledge I’ve earned.

 

Let me bid you goodbye, ’cause I’ve got to go,

The answer booklet is waiting for me, yeah I know.

I shall scribble in the paper everything I know,

Happily I’ll submit the booklet, and come back home.

 

 -Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

2012-10-17

A LONE PREOCCUPATION

This poem is one that took me over two months to complete. Lots of thoughts went into the making of this beautiful series of four-liners. I hope you would like it.

 

The way it started – I don’t know,

And the way it’ll stop – I’m not sure.

But I’m pretty sure that God will show,

He will show us the path easy and pure.

 

In the midst of a stage, here I stand,

All by myself; no one to hold a hand.

Billion people no less than hair; I’m just a strand,

No belief in tomorrow; no trust in this land.

 

They say, “Look into yourself and you’ll find the truth”,

But then truth is even more painful at times.

We know that the future of tomorrow is the youth,

But tomorrow never comes and this truth always rhymes.

 

Politics and debates, opinions and polls,

Advices with mocks, flattery and jokes.

Hidden facts, exaggerated news, and disfigured tolls,

That’s the way it is; can’t we change it folks?

 

Rich are getting richer and the poor stay the same,

It is probably the rise of bureaucracy.

In this country where a person gets fame,

By getting into the voids of democracy.

 

Cold wars continue, even though partially,

As people slit each other’s throats.

Politicians have yet to grow socially,

They just fight to win votes.

 

So much to correct and so less time,

But I definitely won’t lose hope.

If you think this is just a series of rhymes,

Then, my mate, you’re probably dope.

 

 – Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

2013-08-03

Calling All Poets/Creative Minds to A Grand Collaboration – Poets for Peace

A collaboration no poet should miss!

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Hello Everyone,

This collaboration is initiated by my talented friend Michael (M. Zane McClellan)  from the poetry channel and will be hosted here on forgottenmeadows. Many wonderful bloggers like Marie (https://writingwingsforyou.com/), Kim (https://zipsrid.wordpress.com/) and others have helped in putting this together and spreading the word out. The deadline for contribution is August 31st, 2016! I urge you to help us make this creative effort successful by joining in.Below is Michael’s message:

“In response to the recent unceasing, and, in fact escalating global violence, we have seen and felt a corresponding surge in poetry about it.

We would like to take this opportunity to invite you to share your thoughts and feelings, a piece of yourself, to add to other Poets from around the world. We are hopeful that the combined weight of our collective spirit and wisdom will be felt worldwide as well.

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Mine Forever

This is a very special poem for… let me not be a spoiler. Within a minute, you’ll surely find out who it is for! I hope this poem reaches to all of you. I love you guys a lot! 😀

Writing about anything you like,

Is an easy thing for most of us.

But many-a-things that we like,

Are complicated and, sometimes, bogus.

 

What do you think is written?

What can be scribbled here?

Is it about a cat and her kitten?

Or about a girl and her teddy bear?

 

As far as I can remember,

Nursery to the present, I know him still.

He is my best friend ever,

The guy whose name is Nikhil.

 

One more friend I have had,

Who was truly a cool guy.

He was Pema Hang – a funny lad,

Who gave everything a quick try.

 

I had friends – some good and some bad,

Some friends whom I want to meet still.

Some made me happy and even made me glad,

You are one such friend, Swapneel!

 

Leaving my secondary school felt bad,

I had to leave everyone behind.

Somewhere deep inside, I was really sad,

But somehow, I knew, life was even kind.

 

Diploma brought new friends for me,

They rushed in like the flow of an ocean.

Some came smooth and some dropped in nastily,

I picked up a drop and that was Roshan.

 

Life was now stable and locked,

I needed a new pair of keys,

Like a tornado, this guy struck,

And made himself known as Ashish.

 

Next came my friend-cum-brother,

Who was bestowed with a good body mass.

He was notorious yet very sober,

And we knew him as Kailash.

 

Luckily, life gives you so much,

Friends come like gold ‘n’-carat.

The ‘n’ for which you can give your own touch,

Comes priceless for someone like you, Bharat!

 

When people tend to spend a lot,

And mercilessly kill animals for fur.

You’ve ought to have a friend at spot,

Like you were there, Tarkeshwar!

 

This simple lad who is short,

Has a pretty muscular body.

His name is Bikram, but,

We call him Nepal – the college hottie!

 

Okay, that last line was a joke,

But I seriously have a friend.

Who prefers Maaza to Coke,

That’s Narendra – our group president.

 

Should I forget the good ones,

Please take it as an allergy.

Because it is a luck-by-chance,

To get a friendly brother like Dorjee.

 

Where do I go now?

Is it the end of the loo?

Hey Dawa, in anger, don’t you bow,

I seriously haven’t forgotten you.

 

No girl in this list, it seems!

But that may surely be a lie.

My friendship with her teems,

The girl in this list is Sunita Rai!

 

This is a poem for you all,

Who have made my life better.

Maybe, sometimes I’ve made you fall,

But we’ll always be friends forever.

 

 

-Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

2013-02-22

IT’S A RAINY DAY

Co-incidentally, I found out that I had written this poem on the month of July two years ago, two days after this date. Then, I was in Darjeeling, India and it was raining outside. Now, I am in Lindau, Germany and it is still raining outside.

 

When it is monsoon and the clouds are dark,

And the thunder moves people back home from parks.

When the frogs croak and jump away,

Then you know, it’s gonna be a rainy day.

 

People carry their umbrellas and raincoats with them,

Whenever they need to go out in the rain.

They advise their children not to get wet, as they say,

“Do not go out ‘cause it’s a rainy day.”

 

But the children enjoy getting wet in the rain,

Even if it asks for some beating full of pain.

They go out and get wet as they play,

And return home drenched, ‘cause it’s a rainy day.

 

Each and every vehicle turns on its wiper,

It seems as if Hamelin’s pied piper,

Is busy not in mice, but in rain play,

As he pours million droplets on this rainy day.

 

Some people are happy while some are not,

But I am busy here, trying to jot.

Two months after the month of May,

And again, today is a rainy day.

 

Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

2013-07-17

Storms of Paper

When I used to be small (like everyone else), they used to tell me that the world isn’t a very good place. Also, I would figure it out as I grew old. School days and college days got over quickly, if I think about those days now. But back then, it seemed like a long time. “Student life is golden life, enjoy it. There’s no worry, no work pressure. The only thing that you need to do is eat, sleep, and study,” my dad used to tell me. Indeed, he was true. But, as a student, I always failed to realize it. I waited for my school days to get over. Then, I started missing those days – especially my friends. When I joined a Diploma institute, I disliked it. After completion, I missed it. The same was the case with my Bachelors college. I still miss those memorable days that I spent with my friends. We had no worries, except for the petty school-teacher issues and grades that we used to get.

Life has really changed after I started working for the first time in my life, although only as an intern. There is work pressure. I can see everyone around me working hard to please their bosses (or maybe themselves). Why do we do it? For happiness? To keep ourselves active? To distract ourselves from other issues? Let me get to the point – for money? Yes indeed!

Money is the most notorious storm that mankind has ever witnessed. Name one person in this world who isn’t acquainted to money – I know you can’t. Even the poorest of the poor know the value of money. Obviously,  it is a good thing to value money. Money must always be valued. But, the storm that this ‘odd paper’ creates is something different. We overvalue this paper. Ironically, we buy paper with (odd) paper and make placards that say a lot of things about saving the world in a lot of ways. I say it is ironic because ‘Money’ that destroys our environment, values, social acceptance, morality (and countless other virtues) is used to save the same. It is difficult to make everyone understand that money is also just another piece of paper. It has taken humanity by a storm – a paper storm that everyone wants to get into, leaving out all the rest.

No, I’m not telling you to give up on your hard-earned money. You obviously need money to survive. But, know the difference between your needs and your wants. People crave for money and financial success. It isn’t always bad unless it becomes something that you always go after. Someone has said it really well, “You are what you go after.” So, don’t keep on running after money. It will make you like itself – a piece of paper. And you all know it very well how easy it is to burn paper. It is one of the most flammable things on earth. Don’t burn yourself. Live your life out of this storm. Enjoy the beauty of this world in things that are actually, naturally beautiful and not in artificial, glittering pieces of paper.

 

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Storm

Bhanu Jayanti

Today is a very important day for all Nepali linguists as well as the common people. We are highly indebted to a person who showed the world that Nepali wasn’t just a regional language. He wrote the first well-known poem in Nepali. Before that, Nepali was not very widely known as a written language. That’s why he is referred to as the “Adikavi” in Nepali – which translates to “The first poet” in English. His name is – BHANU BHAKTA ACHARYA. Since he was born on the 13th of July in  1814, this day is celebrated as his day in the Nepali community. Therefore, the name – Bhanu Jayanti (The day of celebration for Bhanu).

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Life

Have you ever wondered why,

Are people living their lives?

What is the harm if some fly,

Like bees working for their hives?

 

We eat, we drink, and we sleep,

Have you ever thought why?

‘Cause we are all designed by a geek,

To be born, to live, and then die.

 

“Life is a stage” – well said Shakespeare,

We are all acting with each other.

We move around the stage here and there,

Calling some our sister and some our brother.

 

Every single thing goes haywire for a minute,

While the same gives you happiness the other time.

You need to stay your way in it,

‘Cause sometimes, in pain, you gotta say “I’m fine”.

 

I am jotting down some words,

Just for no specific reason.

Are we fighting for our forts,

Along with the change in season?

 

Mistakes are made and paid for,

Even if you haven’t, you surely will.

But life is sometimes a torture,

When it won’t let you live, nor will it kill.

 

This is the way our life goes,

And we live everyday thoughtless.

So all my dear friends and foes,

Start reordering before it becomes a mess.

 

 

-Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

2013-02-16

NOTHINGNESS

It starts with my mind,

And the right hand with a pen full of ink.

Simply trying to hold and bind,

This page shall be my sink.

 

Wonders dreamt and well created,

By mighty people all around.

But I’m just a tiny tad,

There’s nothing I’ve ever found.

 

Everything around me seems so empty,

Even though all of it looks the same.

There can be no feeling so tempting,

Than nothingness filling your brain.

 

So why would you waste your time,

In a poem so bizarre and boring?

A poem that is a collection of rhyme,

And a handful of words pouring.

 

A day shall come in your life,

When you’ll be a complete mess.

That day, my friend, you would strive,

To get rid of this nothingness.

 

-Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

2013-05-11

Blogger Recognition Award!!

Well! This one comes as a surprise to me – thanks for the nomination Novelacious. I’m glad as well as surprised, therefore I don’t know what to write. I even don’t have so much of a blogging experience to nominate fifteen other blogs who, in my opinion, really deserve this award. But here I go!

Firstly, the Rules:

  • Thank the one who nominated you and embed a link to their blog.
  • Share how you started your blog.
  • Give a little bit of advice that new bloggers can take away.
  • Select fifteen other blogs who you think really deserve the award.
  • Visit the blogs you nominated and let them know.

Story of my blog:

I have always been a curious person. This curiosity led me create almost ten blogs by the time I left high school. But I never clung on to them – my blogs were nothing more than a few static pages of read-worthy (some worthless too) information. Even my WP blog is now more than 6 years old. But, I recently started to actually BLOG. A few months ago, I completed writing down my first novel. After six to seven drafts, I sent it to publishers and ended up with this. But I didn’t want to lose hope in my writing (what I consider good :D). So, instead, I came back to WP, albeit to really blog this time. So, started my journey which is going fine till now. I hope to continue growing with this lovely community of WPressers.

Advice to new bloggers:

As far as I know, I am a new blogger myself. If I advise others, it wouldn’t seem nice. But, yes, I have one thing to say – Knowledge is Power. Keep gaining knowledge and be more powerful. Blog and Reblog; Read and Write; Love and Be Loved!

(Please don’t laugh at my advice :D)

Nominations:

15 unordered nominations from AddKluZiv

  1. Shekhar.
  2. Colleen Ackermann.
  3. Sarah Doughty.
  4. Giggles and Tales.
  5. Travel Much!
  6. Kristina Koti.
  7. Love it Now.
  8. Sabiscuit!
  9. Aanchal.
  10. A Reading Writer.
  11. Unbolt.
  12. Airg Blog.
  13. My Bloom Site.
  14. Signed Arouge.
  15. Asha.