LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL

She is all you need at the end of the day!

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A day of hard work;
A day of ups and downs.
But just your soothing voice
and troubles reduce to an ounce.

A day of errands to work on;
A day so hectic and rough.
But one look into your eyes
simplifies all that seemed tough.

A day so hot and humid;
A day that drives me mad.
Yet a warm embrace from you
and my day is no more bad.

The solution to every problem
that brings me to my knees.
For all the joy locked inside me,
you carry all the keys.

Kiss me and set me free;
Hold me in a tight cuddle.
Without you, life is nothing;
With you, life is beautiful.

– Inscribed By,
AddKluZiv
(2017-06-06)

 

She said ‘YES’!

Six hundred and eighty two days
it had been since the first time
we chatted with each other
and I wished to make her mine.

I was a lost soul
and she was a broken heart.
We lived far from each other,
thousands of miles apart.

Only occasional texts to start with
and my wish to break her walls,
we were convinced to move ahead
and texts soon escalated to calls.

‘Happiness unlimited’ I wrote down
on my diary on that specific day
when she seemed so positive
and I thought I had to say.

It had been three months
of our blossoming acquaintance
when I proposed to her.
Of course, it didn’t make sense!

I had seen her in pictures
and heard her over the phone.
How could I claim to love her?
Was it just a result of being alone?

She had already rejected me twice
within six months of our chats.
And just like other boys,
I didn’t know how to relax.

I chatted with another girl
and had a long distance relation
with her until twenty days later
I started meeting with frustration.

I couldn’t love that girl;
She couldn’t be the remedy to
my broken heart and fix it.
So all I could say was, ‘Goodbye!’

I returned to where my heart belonged:
Happy but a bit guilty.
She took me in the same way
like, a month ago, how we used to be.

Unaware of what I did,
she just asked where I had been.
I couldn’t tell her the truth
so I said, “Just wanted to be unseen.”

Things started getting back to normal
as our chats resumed well.
“I had to come back to you, my dear”
was what I couldn’t tell.

But she understood me without words.
That was what I loved the most.
She housed my heart but she thought
that she would never be a good host.

A year of ‘us’ came into being
as we got closer through our journey.
I told her about my feelings once again
expecting a lovely reply for me.

Oh yes! She gave it a thought
but cruel were the memories of her past.
The happiness that I had felt
did not, more than a day, last.

It saddened me to see her
unable to get out of her sadness.
I tried to tell her how I wanted
to love her with all my madness.

But she couldn’t – it was difficult.
I could understand how she felt.
That’s why I didn’t compel her
until when I thought her heart would melt.

Six months later, I flew back home
to meet my kith and kin.
But inside my head, I had already
planned our novel meeting.

The day came when we met for the first time.
Elegantly she smiled and shook my hand.
Beautiful she looked, I was nervous,
and time flew by like slipping sand.

We met once again after two days.
This time I was quite ready.
We clicked pictures and talked a lot.
This time I walked steady.

Twenty days later, it was time to return
– as I bid everyone goodbye.
She and I had something to cherish
even though the distance made us sigh.

Two weeks later was her birthday.
I wished her happiness and bliss.
After a few days, I told her
how I had started to miss.

Yes, shameless, for the fourth time
I proposed to her on a serious note.
I told her how I exactly felt about her
without a lie or a sugar coat.

If not in one and a half years,
then she would never love me, I thought.
So, with a long text of our memories,
For love, in love, I fought.

But she still wasn’t ready for
the second relationship of her life.
And I had already made plans
of her being my future wife.

I didn’t know what happened to me then;
I couldn’t take more rejection.
So I stopped talking to her and
all other [girl] friends out of dejection.

Feeling undervalued, I made two mistakes
within two months of our separation
just to realize later that
it was all out of frustration.

Then came my best birthday ever
which only a handful of friends remembered.
And she called just to wish me
and asked of my whereabouts after November.

I was elated when I spoke to her.
Her voice soothed my ears once again.
A few days later, I asked her
to relieve me of all my pain.

She doubted her ability to love again
but I promised her a life full of happiness.
Finally, I asked if she was ready to fall in love
and, oh boy, she said ‘Yes!’

– Inscribed By,
AddKluZiv
2017-06-02

 

You

This is a poem for a girl who means the world to me.

You are the subject of
every poem that I write.
You are the perfect end to
every petty fight.

You are the sweet sleep
that I get every morning.
You are all the happiness
that your thoughts bring.

You are the coldness of
an ice cream on a hot summer day.
You are the God to
whom I always pray.

You are the warmth of
the sun in cold December.
You are the lovely scene of
a movie I always remember.

You are the collection of
my beautiful memories.
You are the beginning of
all sweet love stories.

You are the lyrics of
every song that I listen.
You are the smile that,
even on dull days, glistens.

You are the destination of
my each and every journey.
You are the love of my life –
You are everything for me.

– Inscribed By,
AddKluZiv
2017-04-19

Perfect Imperfections

This poem is dedicated to a beautiful person, both on the outside and the inside. She is the most imperfect perfection that I ever pursued. And I love her.

How beautiful is our life!
Imperfect yet very stable.
All thanks to the almighty
who is only perfect in fables.

Perfection I had been searching for
until I met a girl
with a perfect imperfection.
Then, a new flag unfurled.

She showed me how perfect she was
Even with her imperfections.
Her deeply imperfect eyes cut
my heart into hundred sections.

She told me how perfect she was
even with her imperfections.
Her flawed lips and imperfect teeth
became the source of my addiction.

But she isn’t perfect, you see!
I know it; she knows it too.
Yet the imperfections in her
make every day ‘out of the blue’.

I found perfection
after multiple rejections
when I found a girl
with the perfect imperfections.

– Inscribed By,
AddKluZiv
2017-04-18

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

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

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

CHARMED AND CHARMING

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

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