IN SEARCH OF LOVE

Until he found her!

Her love did go
to get the stars.
Little did she know
that he’d find Mars.

The Sun had burnt him
and Pluto was too cold.
His eyes turned dim
as he grew a bit old.

Mercury he had gone to
but she pushed him away.
To Venus, he moved onto
immediately the other day.

Venus couldn’t leave him
as their love had grown.
Benefits were reaped even
before they were sown.

He felt sorry, but jaded,
so he left her for Mars.
Venus had never ever hated
anyone, until he gave her scars.

Disregard and disrespect was all
that Mars gave him soon.
That had made him fall
what he thought was a boon.

Jupiter was too big and proud.
Saturn had just got engaged.
Uranus’ moons were too loud
and Neptune was full of rage.

Distressed and upset he’d been
in search of a new lover
until he was ready for his queen.
Earth she was – he finally discovered.

– Inscribed By,
AddKluZiv
2017-01-11

THAT DAY IN MAY!

I wrote this poem as a part of my book “Your Little Heart”. The story captured here belongs to the protagonist of the book.

A sunny day it was – very bright.
Ahead of us, we had a beautiful night
plus half a day.
It was that day in May!

You were waiting for me passionately.
We hadn’t been together lately.
There were things I wanted to say
on that day in May!

We embraced each other tightly;
You pecked on my cheek – lightly.
Then, gently you pushed me away,
on that day in May!

That naughty smile you bore,
and the slinky dress you wore,
lured me like a ship lured by a bay
on that day in May!

We laughed and chatted like kids,
holding each other like a jar and its lid.
I wish for us to always stay,
like we were on that day in May!

We dined; we kissed; we slept.
Promises we made to be kept.
We bade goodbye and traveled far away,
cherishing that beautiful day in May!

 

– Inscribed By,
AddKluZiv
2016-12-27

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

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

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,

AddKluZiv

(26.12.2016)

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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PoetLove #14 – A LATE NIGHT LETTER

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

O’ dear! What a lovely night it is!

Even though we aren’t together in this.

From this land, I’ll remember you,

And we shall tonight sleep in bliss.

 

I can’t see the stars or the moon,

Since my windows were closed very soon.

Nevertheless, there is peace and warmth,

Like a day in the mid of June.

 

I even switched off the light,

Because I’d sleep I thought; I might.

But the urge of a late night letter,

Made me turn my bed lamp on for better sight.

 

You slept a while ago, I know,

We wanted to talk a bit more, even though.

Our craze fell victim to your lazy sleep,

When after five minutes, I could hear your voice no more.

 

My letter to you is full of love,

In this night as peaceful as a dove.

Let people think what they want,

Read this letter when push comes to shove.

 

 

  • Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

2015-09-11

PoetLove #7 – DEALING WITH MY THOUGHTS!

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

Why do I tire my brain,

With nonsensical, idiotic thoughts?

When I know that you love me,

And I, too, love you a lot.

 

I just so happens unnaturally,

And it pisses me off to do that.

It isn’t only me that I hurt,

But even you who I make sad.

 

Sometimes I think to myself,

Have I been caught up in the moment?

Am I in it only for the sake of it?

Or do I really, really want it?

 

We feel sad, we lose control,

We step back and talk no more.

But love is and will always be,

We come closer, more than before.

 

These petty arguments will be,

As they are with every other couple.

But let us deal through these,

And pass them with a swift riffle.

 

 

  • Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

2015-09-04

PoetLove #6 – IF YOU COULD SEE ME NOW!

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

Here I am, I call it off,

Bidding goodbye to my laptop.

Sitting straight, facing the wall,

Inscribing a new poem of love.

 

I could’ve easily gone to sleep,

But instead I chose to write.

Because you can take a look at this,

Read my poem, you might.

 

Somehow I feel you know,

what goes on inside my mind.

If you could just see me now,

Everything is of a different kind.

 

The words you speak to me,

Make me want to talk more.

If you could see me now,

I don’t even care about my throat so sore.

 

I sit with your picture by my side,

Then look to God and wonder how.

And I adore and admire and adorn,

A smile, if you could only see me now!

 

  • Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

2015-09-03

PoetLove #5 – EVERYTHING BUT YOU

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

Of late, I’ve been too busy,

Gazing at the stars at night.

My preoccupation with darkness,

Has unarguably dimmed the light.

 

At night, I see twinkling stars,

And beautifully scattered particles.

And I turn back suddenly,

When, due to the wind, my book riffles.

 

I close the book and keep,

A crystal on top of it.

Then I resume staring at the sky,

The light goes off; a candle is lit.

 

I turn on the soothing music,

And plug in earphones to listen.

Such a beautiful combination of soft music,

The beaming moon, and stars that glisten.

 

But there’s something missing,

And the lovely cloud drops a shower.

It completes my ninety percent,

Yet the night is still sour.

 

I can only wish and imagine,

That you’d grace this night.

But I can only wish – not beget,

Oh dear! Such is my plight.

 

 

  • Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

2015-09-02