I will!

And I mean every single word.

Sometimes you feel the need
to do things for your lover.
Things that mean a lot to you
and things you wouldn’t do for any other.

Yet I wish I hadn’t done things
for other girls in my past.
I wouldn’t have done them if I knew
that those relationships wouldn’t last.

I wish to relive my life and
erase all the other memories.
The only things I want to remember
are the two of us and our stories.

I wish to live for you,
live with you, live within you.
Without you, my heart won’t beat;
and with you, it’ll beat for two.

I’ll love you so much that
even love would doubt itself.
At times of stress, love would unbox
and always be ready to help.

I’ll make you so happy that
even happiness would get jealous.
“I’ll always come between you two,”
Happiness would tell us.

We’ll create so many memories that
even memories won’t find a place to be stored.
All of them will make us nostalgic
and nothing will ever make us bored.

I’ll surprise you with so many gifts that
even surprises will get surprised.
I’ll come to meet you in disguise so often
that even disguise will be disguised.

I’ll care for you so much so that
even care will learn how to care from me.
And when care shall finally learn the art,
It’ll teach the world how to care for somebody.

I’ll be there for you at all times
even when you’re down to your lowest.
And even hope will start hoping for us
to be together; to always be the best.

– Inscribed By,
AddKluZiv
2017-04-01

If!

I’ve been inspired by a girl who is beautiful: physically, spiritually and humanly. The best part is that she’s mine. 🙂

Sweet as chocolate, bright as light;
If I’m the eye, she’s my sight!
Flawless as water, burning like fire;
If I’m the mind, she’s my desire!

Giving as a saint, caring as a mother;
If I’m one half, she is the other!
Comforting as a pillow, warm as a blanket;
If I’m the occasion, she’s my banquet!

Raging like a chili, fuming like oil;
If I’m the flower, she’s my soil!
Loud as music, proud like me;
If I’m the sweetness, she’s the candy!

Peaceful as a dove, beautiful as a bride;
If I am beauty, she’s my pride!
Delicate as an art, calculated as a cook;
If I’m the author, she’s my book!

Loving as a lover, protective as a pod;
If I’m a devotee, she’s my God!
Stubborn as a child, firm as a goal;
If I’m the body, she’s my soul!

– Inscribed By,
AddKluZiv
2017-03-19

I’M SORRY

I never wanted to hurt you but ended up doing so. I’m sorry, babe.

From the first time I saw you,
you’ve stayed inside my heart.
Like the most pleasant of weathers,
you’ve stayed like a beautiful art.

Two days, two weeks, and two months
passed by so quickly without notice.
And it is almost two years now;
Two years of togetherness in smiles and bliss.

But today, I’ve ruined it all;
I’ve made a shameful mistake.
My mind feels uneasy and dull
and my heart bears the ache.

Oh, how could I not even think?
Where is my strange common sense?
I cannot argue at my own fault
nor can I act happy in pretense.

I’ve made you sad, my dear,
which is what I never wanted.
Please forgive my foolish blunder
for I can’t take you for granted.

You’ve always made me smile;
You’ve always made me feel good;
You’ve always been there for me
even when others never would.

I apologize to you today
not because I am forced to.
I apologize to you today
because I cannot live without you.

I may still make mistakes, my dear.
After all, I’m a mere human being.
But I’ll try my best not to
‘Cause your tears, I don’t like seeing.

I’m sorry for being this person;
I’m sorry for hurting you so.
Please forgive me because
to my river of life, you are the flow!

– Inscribed By,
AddKluZiv
2017-03-07

Queen

A poem for the queen of my heart!
This poem is also taken from my second novel “Your Little Heart”.

With my eyes, I see a dream;
In this dream, I imagine a world;
That world is ruled by a queen;
When she smiles, I feel special;
When she talks, I can only listen;
When she stares, I surrender myself;
And when she loves, she makes me fall;
Fall deeper in love with her;
Shine in love with her long, brown hair;
Sing melodies in love with her sweet voice;
Saunter in love with her willowy legs;
Feel love with her soft, delicate hands;
See love with her round, mysterious eyes;
And fall in love with her heart;
Her heart that beats just for me.
And that queen is you, my dear!
Take me as your prisoner,
for I have wronged when I was naive;
Or take me as your soldier,
for I will fight till death for you;
Take me as one of your subjects,
for I will do anything to take care of my queen;
Or better take me as your king,
for I will promise to always live for you.

– Inscribed By,
AddKluZiv
2017-02-07

WHEN TWO BECOMES A CROWD

This happens a lot in relationships.

You and I won’t love each other
when two becomes a crowd.
Sometimes you won’t speak at all
and sometimes I will be too loud.

Dull and gray will be our days
as storm and thunder hit our hearts.
When two becomes a crowd,
we will count each other in parts.

We will crumble under the pain
when two becomes a crowd.
I will not care for you anymore
and you will look at me with doubt.

My heart won’t beat for you
nor will yours beat for mine.
When two becomes a crowd,
the sun will forget how to shine.

When two becomes a crowd,
we will leave each other alone.
We will go our own ways
and never talk over the phone.

When two becomes a crowd,
you and I won’t be together.
We will separate unwillingly
like a bird and its feather.

We won’t be together, I say,
even when we are, our hearts won’t.
We will have pain to keep
and lessons we will have learnt.

– Inscribed By,
AddKluZiv
2017-01-23

ONCE AGAIN!

I don’t want to live once again…

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

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

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

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