AND WE’LL FALL IN LOVE

This beautiful poem is for the one whom I have loved for years. I wrote this when she was still my crush and I was only her friend. Now, we’re together.

There’s a whole lot of emptiness in me
and a hole in your heart.
We’ve got a bunch of problems to keep us busy
and a thousand reasons to break apart.

These times are hard; these times are tough;
and, of all, these times are very trying.
I can’t find in any person I meet – love
and you’re a love failure who keeps on crying.

I am reborn with new passion and zest
and I tell you to do the same.
Instead, you stay put and try to test
my rebirth; I promise this is not a game.

You don’t understand that every three
is meaningless without a two.
Probably now you don’t love me
but I will always keep on loving you.

And someday we shall be one
like the two inseparable wings of the dove.
No zero, nothing less, just us and fun
and then, we’ll fall in love.

– Inscribed By,
AddKluZiv
2015-08-04

A DREAM

I saw a dream, and now it’s gone!

In a land so near yet so far,
with unrest as well as utmost peace,
starts from my brain and sitting in a car,
I travel to the farthest galaxies.

Lying down yet running very fast,
I hide and gallop from my fears.
Feeling tired, I change my track at last
and enter a party, just to say ‘Cheers!’

I dance and dance and play around
with friends and family and lots of strangers.
The next moment, I know, I’m bound
to face happiness and well as some dangers.

Episodes continue without listening to me.
I try to remember what a friend just told
so that I would tell him or her exactly
how yesternight the story did unfold!

I hear a voice – faint and low,
slowly open my eyes and start to yawn.
I remember nothing, just the fact though
that it was a dream and now it’s gone.

 

-Inscribed By,
AddKluZiv
2015-06-09

Trance? or Substance?

Have you ever wondered how easy it is for us to get deceived? One blink of the eye and something usual turns unusual, maybe just for a fraction of a second. But, it happens, right? Sometimes, you tend to hear the words from your mother-tongue in other languages. I, personally, have loved this experience and try to interpret their words as words in my language. You should try it sometime; it is fun!

The culprit here are our senses. However advanced and complex humans may be, they still can be fooled. We are idiots being controlled by the force of nature. But, even better idiots are those people who think that they are controlling nature. Sheer stupidity!

Anyway, returning to the topic of our senses, we know that we can be fooled at any time. Sometimes, these things lead to broken relationships while some other times, they lead to new connections. Being fooled, even though generally a shame, also has its perks 😉 But the main perk of being fooled is happily accepted by people like me who  get swayed in thoughts of nothingness. We go in a trance. To me, dreams are trance; they have no substance. Shadow is trance; it has no substance. Love is trance; no substance. But, all of these are based on substance. Dreams are based on our daily lives. We dream only of what we’ve seen in life. Shadow is based on its object. If there’s no object, there’s no shadow. Love is based on the mutual feeling of two lovers. If there are no lovers, there is no love. They are all trance. But, they are based on substance.

This takes me back to the topic of being fooled. If dreaming, looking at shadows, and loving is all trance, then trance must probably mean fooling our senses. There is a thin line between fooling our senses by looking at a shadow and fooling our senses by looking at something else which looks like a shadow. Take this example: we are fooled by our eyes to look at a mirage as if it is an oasis in the middle of a desert. Substance is oasis, while trance is mirage. We are nurtured by nature in such a way that dreams, shadows, and love seem real – seem like substance. But, we’re being fooled.

Should we accept trance as substance and never be fooled again? Or should we just be happy that we are being fooled every other minute of our life?

via Daily Prompt: Acceptance

CHARMED AND CHARMING

Oh, this poem never gets old. Almost two years now and she still charms me the same.

Oh! Look at how you keep me awake
even as the sun has set and is about to rise up again.
Is this some old story of my book,
or is it a new chapter in my life, ready to begin?

You came into my life just like an angel
as you filled it with happiness and blissful symphony.
I just want you to stay with me forever.
Let’s be together babe, you’re the best dream for me.

Now just come, come, babe stay with me.
Oh, how I long, long your charming company!
And this song, song is just a symphony.
Am I wrong, wrong to say you’re the one for me?

And here you come to me, walking so graciously.
I know, it’s my hand, where yours wants to be!
Your smile is so very heart-warming;
You’ve charmed and you’re charming.

– Inscribed By,
AddKluZiv
2015-04-21

Bursting Clouds

So let me be poetic about the rain!

I’ve got the clouds to cover my ground.
They cry to let me know I’m earth-bound.
But the speed of rain is slower than sound;
That’s why rain drops only after thunder takes a round.

And let me tell you how it all starts
even though you know that it is God’s art.
It all begins when the water on earth darts
up in the air and gets stored as vapor, in parts.

Those vapory parts form clouds up in the sky,
even up away from where the birds fly.
The clouds then start to move sideways and high
until they suddenly crash and begin to cry.

The roar of thunder sometimes comes along
giving bass to nature’s beautiful song.
Drops pour on earth, that’s where the music comes from
and makes a rain song – some short, some long.

Rain falls on the roads, roofs, and towers.
The rivers, seas, and oceans take it saying ‘It’s ours’.
All of it may take minutes or hours
and the bursting clouds get ready for another shower.

– Inscribed By,
AddKluZiv
2015-03-02

MY DEAR SISTER

This poem is for my loving sister, Aarti, who loves me like a mother and listens to me like a friend. Thank you for being there for me when I needed you, di.

Thinking about you, I’m writing this song.
This is love, but don’t get me wrong.
‘Cause love, they say, depends – to and from.
But it is my heart to where you belong.

I can sing this to you, my dear sister,
even if you are with your loving mister.
I don’t care if I sound a little crappy;
All I want is for you to be happy.

‘Cause you care for me like a mother;
and we share beautiful moments together.
‘Cause I’m your happy-go-lucky brother,
and a sister like you – there can’t be another.

I can sing this to you, my dear sister,
even if you are with your loving mister.
I don’t care if I sound a little crappy;
All I want is for you to be happy.

And now you are going far away;
I will miss you more than I can say.
But I’ll be dearly waiting for that day
when we shall meet and be happy again.

Then I will sing this to you, my dear sister,
When you will be with your loving mister.
I won’t care if I sound a little crappy;
I’ll be there with you – joyous and happy.

– Inscribed By,
AddKluZiv

2015-02-25

Three Long Days

This one’s a downpour of anxiety, scribbled down in a poet’s words!

How do I console my beating heart?

What do I tell my anxious mind now?

Why does the clock always seem to restart?

How do I explain it to myself? How?

 

What shall I do to get out of this?

There seems no answer to my unease,

I can’t even express how much I miss,

You, your texts, and the way you tease.

 

It has just been a few days,

You’re traveling, I know, but still.

You could’ve shown your care in different ways,

My trapped heart only cries in a shrill.

 

I shouldn’t text you, that is my promise,

But you promised to text me by today.

What is taking you so long for this?

I’m anxious, worried, and turning gray.

 

Why don’t you write a text to me?

Why don’t you reduce this stress?

I know you’re safe – that I can see,

On your Instagram pic with a smiling face.

 

You may never see this difficult phase,

I wouldn’t want to let you know.

I’ve been waiting for three long days,

And today already makes it four.

 

– Inscribed By,

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(26.12.2016)