The bird that I cannot set free

Special people stay in your life forever…

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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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ENDLESSLY – Love has no expiry date

A special poem for a special someone! 🙂

To the tune of sweet whistles, I dance,

With the cool breeze passing by, I romance.

What is it that I’m looking for?

Amidst the conscious crowd, I’m in a trance.

 

I don’t even get proper sleep nowadays,

Even when I dream, all that I see is her face.

What is happening with me lately?

I am, with myself, in a perpetual race.

 

I touch the sky but immediately fall down.

I write long essays yet forget what’s a noun.

What do these extremes want to convey?

I know not whether to smile or bear a frown!

 

Am I in search of something to stabilize?

Yes, I believe I’m looking for that prize.

Am I finding love in the right place?

I know not, for I am not very wise.

 

But when it comes, I can only imagine,

I won’t even want to rhyme my words.

Only the thought of having her by my side,

Makes me the happiest man – worldwide.

 

So I’m still looking for love, hopelessly,

My feelings are real, O God bless me.

Till when will I wait for her, she asks!

I smile and whisper into her ears: “Endlessly”

 

– Inscribed by,

AddKluZiv

 (14.04.2016)

PoetLove #16 – NO FEAR IN LOVE

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

This one is like a rap at the end with all the lines rhyming. I hope you enjoy reading it.

 

What are you so worried about?

Why do I see fear in your eyes?

It makes me wonder why the cloud,

Showers your tears when I’m no lies.

 

Why do I get scared, then?

To tell everyone I’m in love.

What am I afraid of when,

Good lord has showered blessings from above.

 

Let us vouch – we fear no more,

Let us take an oath to trust.

Let us dwell not in moments of sore,

But only good times, and times just.

 

We can enjoy the daylights,

And rest soundly in sweet nights,

No fear in love – no petty fights,

Let us cuddle and hug each other tight.

Surely, awaits us a future distant yet bright,

When we put in effort and might,

To reach another level, another height,

In love, let us promise to write,

Of our love story for it may guide,

Many to come, many out of sight,

Let them relate to our story and not hide,

Their fears they bury deep inside.

No fear in love – only love and pride.

 

 

  • Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

2015-09-13

PoetLove #15 – OPEN UP YOUR HEART

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

Look at the beautiful world,

Not just at the cruelty in it.

Open up your heart to the good,

And let the light of love be lit.

 

Wipe off those tears O’ teary eyes,

Wear a smile on those lovely lips.

Stretch your lovely little body,

And move in circles, your harmonic hips.

 

Enjoy life – you get it once,

Get up, walk around, and dance.

Once wasted, it never returns,

So never miss the chance of a romance.

 

Look at the flowers – how they bloom,

On the arrival of the colorful spring.

Let bygones be bygones – forget the past,

Dwell in the present, for joy it will bring.

 

Open up your heart to love,

Open up your heart to joy.

Life gives everyone a chance,

Open up your heart to this boy.

 

 

  • Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

2015-09-12

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 #13 – YOU’LL FIND ME

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

Every day in search of something,

Sometimes explicit, sometimes hidden.

We look up to people umpteen,

Only to stop when we’re bed-ridden.

 

We take up questions and try,

Finding answers to all of them.

Some questions are yours, some mine,

Some answers subtle, some so lame.

 

You have a lot to ask,

I have a lot to tell.

We’ll slowly unveil our mask,

And no one shall ever compel.

 

I will show you my fears,

My doubts, my smile, and my joy.

I will be there to wipe your tears,

For you, I’d be the perfect boy.

 

Then you’ll stop asking me,

Because we would be a complete two.

When still you’ll search for me,

You’ll find me inside you.

 

 

  • Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

2015-09-10

PoetLove #12 – THE MOMENT OF OUR LIVES

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

This one is more like a song than a poem. I hope you like it.

 

Believe me or not – it’s true,

Every word here – it’s for you.

For you, O’ darling, my heart beats,

Waiting for the day when we’ll meet.

I see you only in pictures you send,

If only, to you, someone would lend.

An internet connection with good speed,

I could see you in a live feed.

 

CHORUS: Yes, we do, and we live for,

The moment of our lives.

Imagining you rushing through the door,

Returning to your beehive.

 

Believe me or not – it’s true,

Every word here – it’s for you.

The smile on your face, just for me,

Makes me smile back, makes me jolly.

I see you only in your photographs,

And think how you’d look, when you’d laugh.

Till the day that we meet, I’ll wait,

Never say never, maybe a little late.

 

CHORUS: Yes, we do, and we live for,

The moment of our lives.

Imagining you rushing through the door,

Returning to your beehive.

 

 

  • Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

2015-09-09

PoetLove #11 – EVERYONE SAYS YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL

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

Never did this happen in my past,

Never with any of my partners.

But this time, everything seems anew,

This is what I was waiting for.

 

You broke the initial letter constraint,

And started with a different letter.

I always thought they were very good,

But, with you, it is even better.

 

Everyone says that you’re beautiful,

Never did the majority even agree.

So I’ll do something that I never did,

For you, my sweetheart, I’ll fall on my knees.

 

Never in my past did every person,

Accept my girl whole-heartedly.

I sometimes regret my decisions,

But I learnt a lot, so let them be.

 

This time, the response from dear ones,

Has been positive and overwhelming.

Everyone says that you’re beautiful,

But do I deserve this beauty, tell me?

 

Everyone tells me you’re beautiful,

Everyone tells me you’re smart.

But babe, there’s one thing I need to know,

Will I always be your sweetheart?

 

 

  • Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

2015-09-08

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