I’m still confused
Between aside and soliloquy
What I’m of the two
In a mammoth crowd
My being rushing into a soliloquy
In solitude I’m rendered into an aside
Releasing it’s charms and charges
And a host of phonemes long repressed
Languishly finding expressions
Withholding monotonous monologue of psyche
Laying table for a dialogue well punctuated
Making, breaking, repairing resolutions
Hamletian horror of ‘To do or not to do’
Now wreaking all the unthought havocs
©jeyforyou

For years on pilgrimage
Not friendly to fate
A woman against the hate
Of being issueless
Fought th demons without
And after sixteen cruel summers
Mothered a child
Safeguarding against the waves of time
It was the first spring
In the desert of her life
But the wintry eyes tinged with jealousy
Ceased not to cast evil eyes
Wrapping up with a shield of prayers
Left him in the abysmal dungeon
To fight the foxes and earn his own life
So did he taking no care of the consequences
Swelled up with her affection
And prayers round the clock
Won the wars waged
Finding victory in failure
Solace in suffocation
Not spoon-feeding but self-actualisation
Coupled with reality and imagination
The first temple of learning
His only place of pilgrimage
Holy mother’s threshold
O people! Lend me your ears
Listen up! Listen up!
Burn, burn, burn, burn yourself
The time has come to make her smile bright
Lit up her face
With the light of pride

©jeyforyou

Thirst between the cracks of withered lips
Hunger hidden into the bulging eyeballs
From dawn to dusk pinches and punches
Reminding of wretched fate
Of the countless lot in vicious poverty
Circling round the calendar
The privileged lot hiccups
At a month of fasting
Though a rainbow feast each day at sight
Tastebuds burning bright

For a dozen and ten calendars
I’m into this fasting sport
But this summer. Aha!
Tossing and turning
At noon so burning
Leading to the edge of yielding
But a call to the Lord
Brings me at ease
Monstrous thirst does no more tease
©jeyforyou

Patience wrapped in a chocolate bar
But an accidental nudity
And there runs a rush of rage
Passions running amock on avenues
Adulterating the unadulterated vibes
Impulse taking charge of beings
Fire gushing in through veins
Now pleasure whirls in wreaths of smokes

Avowal of truth
And one is charged of treason
Comforting lies becoming the order of the day
O true man, o transgressor
Why you stake your breath
Seek not thy refuge in men
Turn to seas and hills
Unflattering host lies yonder
©jeyforyou

Eyeballs zoomed and jogged
Where crooked notions flocked
When wolves of life caught their sight
Indulging jaggedness in texture bright
A pie in the sky was promise so made
Blindfolding the reason favour they shed
A pool of sufferings the choked feet Wade
Fate, fate, a cursed fate

Scorching politics of the streets
Causing heat-stroke to drawing room’s peace
Amid the rolling moods
Of desolation and disconsolation
Nothing but the tossing heads brood
Break! Break! Break the biting chains
Bitter complexities will run no more in veins
©jeyforyou

Stationed at the platform
And whistle piercing into the ears
A paper ticket tucked in long
In the micro little jeans pocket
Cried about its nowhere
At once it tossed its head up
Wrinkled and torn
Lent out a voiceless gasp
On identity taken away and smudged
Gave a dozen rolls to the eyes about
They travelled but to nothing
A microphone buzzed in
“Here you belong to;
Come within”.
©jeyforyou

Dispossessed and disowned
A string broke loose off
Pearly beads of dovey thoughts
Fell in migratory parade
Through sandy roads
With no milestones
An ensemble of syllables
Now lurking about a syntactic pattern
Invading the callosity of thirst
For the corrosiveness of existence
No knot be knitted
Let words be vagrants
Camping in sites incognito
©jeyforyou

How laughter is mistaken
As if pains robbed of in its entirety
Neighboring silence inching into peace
As if noises did a ceasefire
Who goes beneath the flashy skin
Probbing the bubbling flesh
In a roasting flame
Shaking the cracking bones
In a raked joy
But the world expects
An artful animation
A tacit understanding with deceit
And that’s when they thunder
Assaulting abundance of geniality
©jeyforyou

From the window
They saw crippling evening
A curfew setting in
Wide lanes blocked
Heaped with the tongues
That once questioned
Streaming of life ceased
Obscuring the lanterns
Hunger and thirst
Positioned in the bullet tray
Cries in series followed
Off the muzzle
The wooden faces
Gagged the yellings
Applauding the shots
Normalising the unnormal
©jeyforyou

From down the river
Ashes form a chorus
Singing the sketches
Of the animated faces
Smearing the evil wrinkles
Stretching,tearing and stitching

Tilting bank and the vision
Seesaws on the log of thoughts
Treachery of ruling hands normalises
Lies seeking eyes blindfolded
Playing Lie or Dare
Setting fraudulence as the status quo
©jeyforyou