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,


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,


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,


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,



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.



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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.



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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,



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.



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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?



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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?



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