With chequered mask
On the life’s countenance
And heads held down
The eyes walks along
Tearing sturdily through
The life’s crowded fair
Resisting unflinchingly
The time’s temptations

An adevnt of dervish
An austerity in the air
Obscurity’s vault busted
A gleaming ray thikening
And hope swelling
Patience’s chest widening
Peace blushing on his forhead
©jeyforyou

Adrenaline rushes
Through and through
Veins puffs up
Nails turning red
Coughing up on pale skin
It’s never too late
Mend thy fractures
It’s never too late
Mend thy fractures
This acned fate
And no reparation

No, no more invocation this time
Commence with action
Shake off your bower
Shake off your bower
No more do you cower
No more do you cower
©jeyforyou

The deep winter of my summer
Bubbling with the freezing fireballs
And this aggravating mixity
Leaves the perturbed self in cowed fixity
This smoggy landscapes obscures
All tiptoeing glossy hopes
My not so old imagination undertakes
A serpentine pilgrimage to my mausoleum
To peel off the antiquated embroidered veil
And let the fresh seeds generate over
Let a new lease dawn
©jeyforyou

Words are high on weed
Stumbling one after other
In a successive trance
Turning into silent corpses
And do corpses lie?
Since truth is their only attire
To be not intoxicated connives a peril
O life! Serve me a drink on the rocks
I want to drink strangeness to the lees

And rise higher into smoky rings
For I yearn to be a truth
©jeyforyou

Screaming brakes on uncertain halt
Traffic blindfolded parked in backyard garage
Hungry eyes in red and white
In utter suffering of vague obscurantism
Humanity’s cunningness in full swing
The devil’s democracy serenades
” All is fine like Chaucer’s world”.
Sons have not heard a syllable
Back from their ancient parents
Innocents caught and lashed up
Pellets incessantly lodged into tender flesh
Number loses the count

And rights razed down
Truths being wiped sweepingly
By high voltage vaccum cleaners
Lies of normalcy yelled on high-pitched strains
Cold-blooded silence
And the tight-lipped faces
How gay art thou- O humanity
At the altars of innocuous hopes!
©jeyforyou

What if I paint all the colours
With my colourless hues
And lead a mystery enveloping me
Conferring a cloak of obscurity

That ziggy procession of words
Often invade my solitude
And the chaos caused
Now campaigning brutality in my brain

Why the city streets are so deserted
I did not invite them to my threshold
My eyes once just sneaked on through the window
And how they mistake this innocence
©jeyforyou

On the life’s highways
Snow is picking up again
The hushed feet refusing to cooperate
And words cemented in the throat

All the colours washed
Against the sea of white
Hope into fragments
Lay scattered on the white bed

Fear brewing up down the trails
And gloom looming large
But then her smile flashed right up
Lighting into me the sleeping dreams

The waking thoughts now took me ashore
And clogged up mouth made a furore
©jeyforyou

Out of a blue one day she asked
“Do you know counting “?
I said, “Yes, of course”.
“And table”?,she asked
“Yes, yes”, I said
She then asked
“You must be good at mathematics”?
With all due pride clearing my throat
I took the names of my degrees
I earned over the years
“Enough”,She said
Now do your maths
Of the vows you did to me
And I will forgive you”

©jeyforyou

(Originally written in Urdu by Manuwwar Rana and translated by Jamil Ahmed Azad)

Escort me through thine eyes
To the dungeon of pain
All sufferings and melancholic strains
Where I’m prisoned with myself
Laughing
Yelling
Gasping
And peace
Piece by piece
Dashing off my veins
©jeyforyou

My longings to paint metaphor
With the hues of assonance and alliteration
Dashed to a web of noughts
When a proclamation was made
Reporting of my endangered diction

My poetic licence got expired
Before it was ever issued
Now the inadequacy of my language
Dances savagely like a psychopath
Witholding him from calling the two twins

Rhyme and rhythm marooned
On an undiasy island awaiting for rescue

And poetry is still at bay

©jeyforyou