ONCE AGAIN!

I don’t want to live once again…

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A streak of light hits my face
and I relinquish my sweet sleep
as I awaken to believe once again
that dreams are interim and not to keep.

The world moves at such a fast pace.
I tend to crumble – time and again.
Humans overpower humans in this rat race
just for wealth, power, and fame.

Sometimes, I expect to see changed days,
believing everything will be good once again.
But ‘once again’ is just another phrase;
I’d already lost even before I began.

So no more tries and no more lies.
No more fake smiles and ‘once agains’.
I just want to make sure before I die
that I’ve lived – I don’t want to live once again.

– Inscribed By,
AddKluZiv
2017-01-21

The WORLD against ME

Whenever I feel the burden of the world, I write such poems.

Flawless you are – not a single mark.
I’m the one full of dark spots.
Yes, you are perfect;
only I don’t fit in your good lot.

My benevolence is, to you, pretense
and my clarity is your show.
You are the humblest of the humbles;
Perhaps, I’m an evil crow.

To you, to them, to other people,
surely a lunatic I am!
To me, my conscience, and my lovers,
your piety is usually a sham.

You guide to make me lose
hence let me be guided by your pride
which is dreadful yet flamboyant,
but to beware, I shall keep it by my side.

Showering love and shooting cajoles;
Pretty teeth behind which a serpent hides.
Venomous it is, but most terrifying is your
hoax of smile which makes me unaware of its bites.

Yet you feel you’re the only one
who owns a life.
The whole world is against me but
victory will be mine in this strife.

– Inscribed By,
AddKluZiv
2015-08-24

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

Answers to Life

Problems with life?
Read and see if this poem can help you find some answers to your problems.

Sometimes, I sit just to think,

And fill a blank paper with ink.

Questions I have – lots to ask,

All I want is to unveil the mask.

 

As simple as it can be, let me begin,

With this question, “Why does the earth spin?”

But wait, I’m not going to answer that,

Let’s talk not about science but abstract.

 

Okay then, here is the first question,

Why is there always a quick end to fun?

Why can’t we always remain happy?

Why do things need to be scrappy?

 

I know not how valuable it is,

To have fun without toil but with ease.

What is the value of the sun without the rain?

What is happiness if you don’t know pain?

 

Why do we have to depart?

Why do people suddenly break your heart?

Why do relationships come to an end?

Why do we lose many a friend?

 

What is a reunion without a separation?

What is a heartbreak with a preparation?

You lose someone to meet someone new,

Many may leave but true friends stay with you.

 

Why don’t good things stay forever?

Where does God live, if he lived ever?

Why are some people dark and some fair?

Who has seen heaven to describe what’s there?

 

Without black, does white have any meaning?

Good things live in your heart – stop looking at the ceiling,

There’s no heaven, nor is there hell.

It is your state of mind; only that I can tell.

 

Why are there so many fights?

Why don’t we see during the night?

Why are we so afraid to die,

When we know that life is but a lie?

 

Peace is sometimes invisible like the star,

At times, it hides in the veil of war.

Death comes to us only once, eventually,

But we are cowardly, living death every day perpetually.

 

~Inscribed By,
AddKluZiv,
[7th May, 2016]

The bird that I cannot set free

Special people stay in your life forever…

Colorful and joyous she is,

She is the reason behind my smile.

Her never ending chatters,

Makes me forget what’s ‘a while’.

 

This little bird – when she chirps,

All the others are but fascinated.

I am not sure about all others,

But she surely makes me feel elated.

 

I have named her, of course,

She is my one and only favorite.

Her wings have long fluttered,

And setting free is her dream date.

 

My young, little bird sings to me,

Melodies that only I can hear.

To others, it goes off their drums,

This melody which they cannot bear.

 

Oh! Did I mention about her face?

With a pointy nose that is raised?

Those lovely, little, mesmerizing eyes,

Which gleam and glisten when gazed.

 

Oh! How can I not miss her?

How can I forget the tree,

On which she perches and looks at me?

She’s the bird that I cannot set free!

 

– Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

(17.10.2016)

Years to come and years have gone!

If you can feel what I’ve felt, it would be awesome.

Standing in front of the mirror, I look at myself

At my disposition, I find many people to help

Even I do – I think about it every single dawn

Years to come and years have gone!

 

My nature is such that even I can’t understand

Sometimes, to my enemies, I lend a helping hand

While at times, to my loved ones, I push a thorn

Years to come and years have gone

 

I – the most powerful of all the words

The shortest too, and mightier than the sword

I – without which a sentence I can’t form

Years to come and years have gone

 

I play games, although not the mental ones

I barely ever sing but can freely dance

I doff the evil but the good I can’t don

Years to come and years have gone

 

Mighty hills and rough terrains I conquer

But I can’t seem to go close to the water

But, in life, I’ve learned to carry on

Years to come and years have gone

 

I’ve been looted by many a person

either of money or emotional immersion

But I never tried to learn how to con

Years to come and years have gone

 

I derive logic in things people find difficult

But in real life, my mind goes on a halt

Yet I attempt to prove myself wrong

Years to come and years have gone

 

Am I silly or do I over-think at times?

But emotions these days are sold in dimes

Sad is the truth but everyone has it borne

Years to come and years have gone

 

– Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

(24.05.2016)

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MY KEYS TO HEAVEN

After a long time, this is what I came up with.

Numerous years ago, the two of you met,

And decided on a single journey.

Who would’ve known that parents such great,

Were what God had planned for me!

 

You earned and fed; I learnt and read,

Comforting me at times of fright.

You bathed me and made my bed,

Tolerating my shrill cry at night.

 

From a kid to a boy, I turned,

And now I’ve become a man.

Slowly but definitely I’ve learnt,

That you are my two hands.

 

Time and again, I was confronted,

By problems, worries, and mistakes.

My cheeks hollowed when I was haunted,

I shivered, starting from my trembling legs.

 

Every single time, you were there to hold me,

By my shoulders and teach me how to fight.

You told me to face my fears boldly,

And always do things that are right.

 

It seems that the door is locked,

And guarded by thousands of raven.

But I fear them not, for I have,

My parents – my keys to heaven.

 

-Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

2016-01-01

PoetLove #10 – LIKE MY WORDS DO!

This is the tenth of sixteen poems that I wrote everyday (for sixteen days) for someone special.

Sometimes I talk to myself,

And ask questions so rhetoric.

Most of them go unanswered,

While some of them make me think.

 

Most often I ask to myself,

Why am I the way I am?

I wonder if my mind had hands,

I would have been choke-slammed.

 

Silly questions I raise and think,

Perhaps, even I don’t know why.

By the time I get back to it,

The question waves me with a bye.

 

Three stanzas very eccentric,

And now comes the fourth.

Let me put it straight,

And not run back and forth.

 

I only have one question,

That I want to get an answer to.

Why can’t I express the same,

In person, like my words do?

 

 

  • Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

2015-09-07

PoetLove #8 – ROWING OUR LIVES

This is the eighth of sixteen poems that I wrote everyday (for sixteen days) for someone special.

I began swimming, but now no more,

I’ve caught my boat and rowed off the shore.

Yes! At some point, I will get bored,

But that’s a part of a two becoming a four.

 

Suspense there is – unnoticeable,

Mystery there is too – unbreakable.

Love there is utmost – immeasurable,

Support there is – most of all.

 

Where there is weakness, strength there is,

But hidden; find out the inner bliss.

The journey of a lifetime you’ll miss,

When after years, you recollect the fights and the kiss.

 

So now there is US – this is we,

Our hearts leading us to where we’re meant to be.

Bearing that sweet smile is she,

And the ironically rude poet is me.

 

We row our boats and move ahead,

In life, there’s a direction to which we head.

Sometimes far yet remembering what each other said,

Seldom hand in hand, happy and like-minded.

 

Someday, our destinations we shall reach,

Learning from the lessons that life did teach.

Then we shall be together – as we both preach,

And live our moments missed – every and each.

 

  • Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

2015-09-05