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

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

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

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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