So flow my words

It seems like the hundredth post on my blog.

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I miss you like hell has dawned upon me,

Words don’t tend to flow so easily.

This pen I hold on top of a white sheet,

And whatever my heart tells, I repeat.

 

You won’t ever know what you’ve done to me,

I’m striving to be the one I want to be.

Songs I hear and fall deeper in love,

Asking myself if this is how push comes to shove!

 

So I let myself flow – through my words,

Only if I could play the guitar, I’d find the chords.

This beating heart of mine that you control,

Sometimes stops lubb-dubbing like a car out of petrol.

 

A newer me – my friends are witnessing,

I’m being someone whom I’ve never been.

Anxious I’ve become; once I was carefree,

But I’m even in love with the same anxiety.

 

If I tell it to anyone – even you,

No one would understand; no one has a clue.

All I would hear is to stop acting weird,

Which is something that I’ve always feared.

 

I can’t stop – this heart has slipped out of hand,

Like in the scorching desert, slips hot sand.

I don’t even want to bring it back,

I’ve left it for you to mend or hack.

 

Sad as my lines may sound, they aren’t,

You could as well say that I’m darned.

But maybe I’m a masochist – I won’t deny,

So flow my words – high up to the sky.

 

– Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

(25.12.2016)

She makes me crazy

A long one after a long time!

It was probably the best day,

2016 had ever bestowed upon me.

It was a wonderful Wednesday,

And I was with friends – we were three.

 

We started off on Facebook,

And moved to Whatsapp after nine days.

Texts became lengthier – we got hooked,

Knowing that love had its own ways.

 

Being a part of each other’s routine,

Was no more a want but a need,

Texts we had exchanged umpteen,

And developed a friendly creed.

 

So we took one more step ahead,

And started talking over voice calls.

Oh! Her soft voice played in my head,

Like water running in sublime waterfalls.

 

I wish to always be with her,

In every nook and cranny of life.

Together we enjoy, together we suffer,

I’ll be the husband and she’ll be my wife.

 

Yes, I’ve crazy thoughts, I know,

But there’s no stopping this time.

If she’s the arrow, then I’m the bow,

And we will be partners in crime.

 

With her, I’m defined to shine,

Without her, I’m hazy and lazy.

I’ll make sure that she is mine,

‘Cause, God, she makes me crazy!

 

– Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

(24.12.2016)

The Guitarist

He sat down, started strumming the guitar; I sat down, started penning down words. Both of us were done in 15 minutes.

He strums the guitar,

Looks at the chords used.

Remembers times spent with her,

And, in loneliness, gets amused.

 

‘While my guitar gently weeps’,

He sings as he tries finding the rhythm.

The macho inside him sleeps,

As only lovely memories stay with him.

 

Suddenly he stops and leans forward,

Oh! He wants to play another song.

‘Wish you were here’ with a G chord,

He strums, recalling all that was wrong.

 

He sings along with the singer,

Soulfully he gets carried away.

Her thoughts don’t stop to linger,

So he stops strumming today.

 

Maybe he’ll sit again tomorrow,

With his guitar and a beating heart.

Maybe he’ll forget all his sorrows,

And join the pieces that’d fallen apart.

 

– Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

(03.12.2016)

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