And when I summed up
A syllable perching in the last line
On the shore of the page
Stood up on its unrickety feet
Tied with the chains
And mouth heavily gagged
Headed upright to the street
In the broad daylight
Wreaked upheavals of gunshots
A cascade of bullets
Into the chest of liberty
Yet does it refuse to get on its knees
Not staggering anymore
Thumping though the gory lanes
Not escaping anymore
Refusing to drink the hatred filled air
Banging the chains
On the walls of parochialism
The clanging notes shall cleanse the sky
And yonder shall rise a sun of emancipation
©jeyforyou

A pitiful spectacle at sight
Wreaths of smokes emanate
Sparks of hatred evolving
Into an inextinguishable fire
Burning the fragmented walls

O ancestors of bygone age!
Why thou discovered it?
To feed the hungry stomachs
To light the dark sky
Or to burn the innocent breathing souls
Or the voices of rights to be immolated

Look! O, oceans of fire
Bubbling with cold indifference
No matter how potent thou be
Flames of hopes are still flaring up
Thy mammoth waves shall be wiped off
By the profound winds of love originating from Windows of warmth
©jeyforyou

A touch of sluggishness
Barged profoundly into me
I shrugged it off
“Come on! This is the very first morning
Of this fresh calendar”.
I screamed at me
Winter was pressing me into the blankety bed
A frenzied jerk did I give
And sprang off it
Woollen socks, walking shoes, wired headphones
And I was on, charged with fire
Tearing through the smoky smog
A motley multitudes of contemplations
Penetrated into the shells of my disguise
The inner door of the psyche was banged
Feet knocked the gravelled path
Until the horizon fell in sight luminously
©jeyforyou

O Parting year! Wait for a moment
I have things to say and be
Thankful and resentful for
Look! I owe you so many things
In fact everything that percolated
The promises I made to you
In entirety they were not met completely
And I’m sorry
I mean I am really really sorry
I know you won’t buy my promises this time
Your anger is cogently justified
I remember I promised to you
That I would read Dostoevsky
But I read Jadie Smith
Why don’t you see that?
Your gifted anguish helped me find my haunt
A fresh breath of peace
In your profusely spilled gloom
Yes, I might have committed offences
And I do take their responsibility
I owned them in words
I proclaimed my apologies too
But let me thank you for your pedantry
You sprinkled in my balcony of reason
And stuffed refined wisdom within
Your winter was less harsher
And the summer full of gay days
I felt a tad of spring
But your autumn still continues tinged winter chill
Things like autumn still falling
Falling quite apart
Disintegration, fragmentations still continue
You housed fresh births
But took away so many innocent lives
You gave fresh hopes
But filled the bucket with endless despair
You have been thoroughly eventful
But I don’t see a single pro- humanity venture
Since your coming afresh in a few hours
This time You promise me
Promise me that you won’t repeat
What you did unto us
Promise me that you will not prosper
At the cost commoners’ ruins
Promise me that you will be good to everyone
Promise me that your brand new year
Will not bring food and water crisis
Will not bring peace and compassion crisis
Promise that you will retain the brotherhood
And before I end
Let me give away my gratitude to you
That helped me survive in churning bites
And one last thing
Do not come again
Though I owe you so much
©jeyforyou

That night when he sauntered
Into his well lit chamber
A sun like glowing light
Had taken over the entire space
A self scrutiny was the case
Eyes rolled down
Alas! Nothing was found
Chilling disbelief ran bottom up way
For it was a serious case
Of mysterious disappearance
Colourless stones of anxious sweat
Clattered sharply on the floor
A curious hunt commenced
Hours rolled by
Yet no anatomy at sight
In utter frustration did he turn of the light
A bitter darkish gloom all over
And there his shadow flashed
On his own made graffiti wall
©jeyforyou

The ringing out smokes
From the deep woods
On a certain winter evening
Summoned my rickety attention
As a reek does to a thirsty shepherd

I tried to strike up a conversation
With the waywardly wondering cloud of smokes
Since I was in a long quest
Of an often narrated talisman in folklores

There is ‘dead reason’ to revive
There is ‘dead bond’ to turn alive
There is dead ‘we’ to resurrect

Rustling leaves whispered
“Your heart is the haunt
where the talisman inhabits”
In a flash the whole landscape disappeared entirely

An acquainted countenance
Beyond the tail of the sea flickered
A magic occured deep within
Everything felt alive
All the deaths appearing
In fresh cloaks of renewed birth
©jeyforyou