My vowels at a war
With my consonants
For they urge each other
To undesign my death

Observance of silence
Or the articulation of noise
They accuse each other
Of being murderous

Now what thou choose
And what discard
The working ceasefire
Now lies in thy culmination

Expect not to be a phoenix
And rise again from thy ashes
©jeyforyou

In the afternoon sunshine
A man amassing chaos declines
A stay at a sanctuary of order
For peace in pieces awfully shudder
In the dusky evening gloom whines
Noise of the night loudly silencing
A mad rush to accomplish dreams
And lies unmaking lies
Truths with their hands
Cupping their chins
Cry over existentialist becoming
For liberty in the air cramps
©jeyforyou

In a dense forest of eucalyptus

A man with half brown eyes
Into a busy mode of resurrection
Of the words denied and assassinated

Layers of cake being baked and served
Flag being waved higher
Anthems being played louder
Parade displaying never imagined skills

Still the air so thick
Still the mud not scrapped off
Pirates devouring and draining justice bowl
Clamouring bad is the new good

This bird clipped with its wings
Comes no more in our courtyard
The ripe papaya hanging down
Is pecked no more
©jeyforyou

Words disown the auditory streak
The carried over sense
Dumped in the pitfalls of ambiguity
A curious call
For …..

For what?
For
An eyed hierarchical disruption
A new word order
A new meaning
A new world

As to possess is to disposess
And an irreparable loss
For an unthought gain
©jeyforyou

On the curvy heels of death
Life walks staggeredly
A day the stormy rain
Sunshine the other day
Not everyday the peacock dances
Near the J’s fences
And wolves not unoften cry
Into such oblivion burrow
His star shoots him into
A chasm made of unsinging bricks
©jeyforyou

And who sees a predator
In a life saver?
Ink can smudge the meaning
Never does it erase it.
So how it goes like??
A dreamer met a life saver
A writer got hold of a pen
Is shock not guaranteed in life?
She was expecting it go like Jane Austen’s pieces
But there was Hardy
She had to read him
But
She is not Angelou’s caged bird
She loves extremities
When the predator kind of travailed to clip her wings
She did nt fall
She was not falling
She was actually scaling down
And guess what
She chose to swim
Fathomless depth
Into the mother earth
Now the oceans she reigns over
And far away down the line
Sky is seen licking her feet
©jeyforyou

The mad rush snores
And crowd breathes chaos
Amid the lions feet
The grasshoppers skid
Tossing and tumbling
At the time’s grumbling
Hopes hop
When fear sears”And that grasshopper. What of that”?Faltering and fumbling
Down and down and down”Why does not it leave and go”?Yonder is seen a dawn
©jeyforyou

I measure my life
In the stolen bites
Of your baked cake

And the morsels
You stuff into mine
Wiping my food stained lips

Cracked choco bars
With the red tainted of yours
Smudging and smacking

I measure my life
Into all these bits
©jeyforyou

Nudity of dreams
Yearn for an outfit
A cloak of dishevelled phrases
Conferring on their bust

No, that’s not to be sold
But to mortgage everything for them
And the transition has a price tag
Comforts does it cost

Incentives better the services
And faster the delivery
What’s your tip to the man?
Sweat! Sweat! Sweat
©jeyforyou

And what’s the popular belief
Men are from Mars
Women from Venus
Excuse me!

THEY ALL USHER FROM THE WOMBS

Is not the umbilical cord cut
Each time the either of two blinks eyes
And
And
What do you say?
Boys don’t cry
Why
Mard ko dard nh hota
That idiotic Bollywood belief
Hopeless!
And who bears the first pain?
Mard? Men on earth?
Oh man! I’m getting hysterical

Hey listen! Listen up.
Women’s eyes are not canals

O Shakespeare! If thy spirit I can wire upto
So I say
I shout
I scream
Frailty, thy name is [not] woman

FRAILTY IS NOT WOMAN

In my mother I saw
A wife
A sister
They emit fire
They emit energy

THEY ARE FIRE
THEY ARE ROCK SOLID

Father of my two sisters and one brother said
Women are not a thing to be domesticated
Actually they constitute the world

Why then are they MAD women in the attic?
Who made them mad
Who makes them mad
Who put them in the attic

You women you!!!

Once my mother protested for her say
All women around whispered and drummed
“No woman no!
It’s rude
A woman has to be soft
A woman has to be yeilding”.

My poor mother being gagged
REMAINED HUSHED UP

BUT NOT FOR A LONG!
A realisation dawned on her
“I need EMANCIPATION
Yes, I do
Not from men
But from the hopeless ladies lot
Who scream to maintain the status quo”

She broke the vase
She was rooted in
Smashed the window glass
And joined the clipped wings

And
And she flew away
Daring to reach the Sun
With no fear of being scorched

For she is fire
FIRE! THY NAME IS WOMAN
©jeyforyou