CHARMED AND CHARMING

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

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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,

AddKluZiv

(26.12.2016)

So flow my words

It seems like the hundredth post on my blog.

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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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]

Dreaming about that time!

I’ve been dreaming a lot. Let me come out of my dreams with a dreamy article.

How many times have I fallen asleep? How many times have I dreamt? I have lost count by now. Some dreams have brought a smile on to my face while some have been nightmarish. Some dreams I could recollect and some I couldn’t. Some dreams I shared with others while some I didn’t. But there have been some dreams that have etched onto my brain as a part of my life. I love to call them my daydreams.

I have always dreamt of becoming a great, inspirational, and knowledgeable person. I have dreamt of helping people become great and rich – in virtues, knowledge, and morale. I have dreamt of people loving each other as if there were no borders, cultures, races, religions, or genders. I have always had this dream that one day all the people of the world will come together and say, “Enough is enough. We just want peace and nothing more.” I dream, dream, and keep on dreaming of a future so bright that even our great grandchildren would be able to dream of beautiful things that the world has to offer. I am still dreaming as I type every single character in this keyboard and see my thoughts getting printed on this white digital sheet of paper.

I know that dreams are temporary. I understand that not all dreams come true. But I believe that dreams have the power to change us and the environment around us. So, why stop dreaming? Still, I know that it requires a lot of dreamers like me to see a change in this world. I can see that it isn’t easy to change the world; rather it is very difficult as people these days have already immersed themselves into the race for money, pride, fame, and lust. Yet, I have been dreaming. I can’t stop dreaming. I won’t stop dreaming.

That’s why I have been dreaming about that time when my dream will come true. Peace.

 

– Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

(23. 01. 2017)

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)