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

Those riotous molecules in my mind
Traffic to an fro so hysterically
Whenever I feel to stand
To lodge a complaint of constant stalking
I am too often subjected to
By this solitary CFL bulb
Too frosty white to be white anymore

In the dead of the night
I wake up to it
And in stupefied fright I find
It is staring glaringly at me
A deluge of fear gushes through
My head whirls around
In search of a soul to plead for help

A naked aluminium hanger
A wooden chair
A plywood desk
An adapter hanging with a data cable
An unmoving ceiling fan
Few garments hanging in the pegs
I shudder and and shudder
Hushed screams stream out
©jeyforyou

Everyone here is embedded
Into their tightly woven threads
And hiding into their sanctum
Their participation in the massacre
I am a villain and a victim too
I indulge in massacres
I am a massacre too
I thump the breeding hopes
And thwart the resulting desires
I cudgel them bit by bit
And take their skin off
Their hoarse screams I hush
How the evil criminality disgorges
Through each of my actions/inactions
No, I don’t want to conceal
Behind my menacing metaphors
Since I am an irony
And who says I am not a paradox
When this heart and mind collaborate
And a wish is registered
My suppressing villainy comes to conspire
The helpless wish runs backfeet
Into a dark haunt and sobs there
With a handkerchief on his mouth
Till all traffic stops
And silence reigns over
©jeyforyou

At the insistence to write my wish
Two fingers scribbled in scarlet red
“May good sense and peace prevail”!
On a rectangular piece of paper
My grey ashes of white intentions
Yearned to take over
The left space of that tiny
And write in thick bloodI wish women are safe here
I wish their perpetrators are not let go scot free
I wish the poor may not die of starvation
I do not wish for smart cities
I do not wish for a digital India
I wish our farmers stop committing suicide
I wish this billowing hatred may be scrapped off
I wish students may not drop out because of fees hike
I wish students may not be beaten and crushed
When they voice out at the call of their conscience
I wish none be be treated as sub-human
I wish we produce more Nobel laureates
I wish we succeed in all our space missions
I wish to breathe in a clean India
I wish our towns and cities be unpolluted
I wish the instilled fear be assuaged
I wish that we may all wish of a secular Hindustan
I wish the Media stop selling their souls
I wish our Constitution may stand tall and sturdy
And brave the foul forces
©jeyforyou

Blood drained eyes
White likee coffin
A squad of syllables
Spilling protest all over
Not in its violent shades
Hueless bites of peace
Serenade into the eyes
Painting black into the ears
For their existence questions
And they feel unearthed
At the thought of passivity

Your reason froze

Your logic dried up

And what will you answer?
©jeyforyou

When the feet fall
On yellow dried leaves
A protest do they make
With a cracking sound in its wake
And when the living souls
Thumped and thrashed
And compressed and crushed
Why you anticipate a silence profoundly hushed
Why the antonym of acceptance unsettles you
Why the antonym of silence freaks you
©jeyforyou

The sky whipped and ripped
And blueness sinking
In the road side reek
Like soaked paper made canoe
Devastated like a widow
An orphan like
Is this roof mine?

Tell me of a world beyond the clouds
Take me to a land beyond the seas
Show me a terror -free territory
Where no colour is born yet
Where all the flowers
Vomit the same fragrance
Hurl me there
©jeyforyou

Under the banyan tree
A sketch of a peepal
Imprisoned on a crumpled white sheet
Turning to be a connoisseur
To the dishonest shade of the host

An exchange of correspondence
Ensued between bright blue eyes
Rigid complexities of the judgement
Inviting demeaning disabilities
Now an ease tarries it’s advent
©jeyforyou

When the winter of my veins
Freezes the warmth of the sun
Tell me how should I unbreathe
For this smog filled night
Witholds a whole summer
Of mystic memories

The lion and the cat scribbled
With an ink of spring
And now the trafficked feet
Jostling with the brush of tears
Attempting to wash off the sulking snow
That mercilessly blankets its biography
©jeyforyou

When the shadow on the wall
Consumes my presence
And scribbled graffiti there on
Borrows away my saturated memories

Crumbling my owned know-how

Let me shun the the ecstacies
All are soakingly inebriated with
For that drenched world
Is my forbidden territory

© jeyforyou