So deep is the smell of solitude
Had it not yet knocked on the door
And he discovered
The dripping drops of its shadow

A meticulous play of caution
On the shore of his cerebrum
The crashing cacophony of
Its affliction must be ceased
On the threshold

Sleep by the light creeping in
Through the variegated window
Awake by the dark to cry the hell
Shhhhh! The neighbor next door asleep
©jeyforyou

I am a simple ordinary man
A gypsy with no home address
Inhabiting the earth and sky
With feet and eyes

And you tell me of my writing
That I should write and knock people
They have a way with it
O, they help.

Help betrays
Help is that let there be no help
Who climbs mountain
With a foreign shove.

Isn’t it something to be done
On one’s grit and gut?
Why to look into the firmament
When there is a fathomless depth
Of the six oceans in you

For a young child
Peace is a too sophisticated word
Form crawling and walking
To running and climbing
From crying and babbling
To speaking and singing
All require noise
And no PEACE
©jeyforyou

At the dawn when I walked the bridge
And sips of breath inhaled
Of living Hooghly river
At once the feet felt locked up
An absloute physical impasse

The beauty of its depth
Eyes of my psyche drew sight of
Waged a war against my rationality
And at once my body sought to kiss it
Do you know
What’s the price did it ask for?
My life off me

And then laughter ensued
A very petty price tag
That I could throw without a thought
The stupified river gaped at me
As if she wants to know the reason of my laughter

Now the beaming face said,
An infinite number of lives inhabit me
I am never me but them
And at once the profoundity
of its depth
Embraced me.
©jeyforyou

Like my name are my lips liberated
To chain the freedom
In a stone made cell
So that barred it remains
From the subjection of wish

Or the fluidity of it can be ceased
So never does it lurk
Around the territories forbidden
Where youthful pranks cause Cacophony that deafens
Microphones hanging across the street

Or it’s slipperiness cannot be solidified
Hard like rock standing the generations
Like hills do enveloping
The histories of time
Freedom, cease thou or let go
©jeyforyou

An ache in the belly last night
And through and through
He tossed and twisted
An exclamation of ‘aah’!
A chorus cacophonous

One thing he sought was sleep
The only tool to raze the pains off
More concerned was he
Of the source it emanated from
Since the heart was frozen lake
It followed the trajectory down the belly

Weaned was the soul
An anatomy disrupted
Once he had seen
How a she-goat separated her kid
While it was feeding on
Parched psyche with passions unfed
©jeyforyou

A morning crimson red
Smeared with blood
Stared gritting it’s teeth
And a horror siphoning
Into my veins
A sleep so deep
Is slain

A grinding groan searching
The whereabouts of him
Clueless at the merciless hideousness
He looked at the door ajar
An agency so nebulous laughing at
So did he
And then the rainbow flashed
Through the door on the floor
©jeyforyou

When the melodies unheared
Kept him engaged
In the sun and the moon
He, comforting lies and naught
A perfect sync in-between
Escorted each time to the tip of the height
Thrown he was headlong down into the crust
Yet smiles, laughters ensued
And yelling gaped at his falmboyance
©jeyforyou

A bus stop today taught me well
Philosophy that life is
Paradox impregnated with
When you wait for one
Its frequency becomes
A remote past truth
While the other you see over and over
The one yesterday your eyes were fixed on
And only when you reach
The vantage point
Of giving up
Down the horizon falls the light
And you find your means
Life is all that one extra bit
It always and only demands
That ‘little more’
All you ought to say with exclamation
ONE MORE TIME!

©jeyforyou

All’s well that ends well said a great man
But a happy conclusion
With no tongue clicking regret
Comes not to everyone
But a few who dodge time
Pleasure, friends, pains, foes
They all stand tall
And we are sum total of all
Now excorcizing me off I
Is what I go by
They say, ‘Sprint’
But expect me to freeze
Life is stuck in their constructed binary
Poor spirit! Art thou free?

© jeyforyou

Almost after a decade or so
He was there where he hailed from
It was the last Sunday of the calender
And a deluge of wishes sweeping
Through the shore of his cerebrum
He wieghing each of the wishes
So seriously and intensely
That beads of perspiration loomed
On his forehead tipping down the cheekbone
Against the winter too cold
To melt the frozen lake

It was the last Sunday of the calendar
And wanted it to be well spent
A visit to infirmary
Or to an orphanage
Running across his psyche
He had a family
A world full of people loving and caring
Yet he was alienated
Though he has othered himself to the brim
But he wanted to light the flame not dim

Once a big movie buff
But now a ten minutes of a movie watch
Induces him to sleep like seven sleepers
A foodie to the core
But now the aroma of roasted kabab
Does not wake the sleeping taste buds
It was the last Sunday of the calendar
And he wanted it to be well spent
©jeyforyou