Circle of dust
Performing symphony
Dancing eyeballs
At the feasting sight
A downpour of ecstacy
And drenched every atom of me
Losing track of the horizon
Clouds winking
Heralding the nature’s play
Far in the azure
Flames rising
Wetting the smokes in me
©jeyforyou

He depeoples half of him
In the intoxication
Of new awakening
Gargling eyes gorging
The hierarchy of the avenue
Weeping street lights
Plaguing the sheen
And hounds in the garb
Of the guardians of peace
Grope their preys
Drawing Brutus into play
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Streaks of stains on the window
Barring the sunbeam sauntering in
One more day goes in oblivion
Being in slumber
Waiting for a dawn
Divorced from the truth
It’s reaching the dusk again
Sleep and it’s nightmare
Their overlapping playful yogic sport
Dream in its infancy
Not yet catapulted
To the crest of realisation
Th cumbersome body of mistakes
And their ill-conceived corrective measures
Unlearning and learning
A flurry life hangs in
©jeyforyou

Some old crumpled papers
And a marigold wrapper
Lounging on the floor
Laughing at him
He wondered at their derisive acts
Squinting his eyes
Wanting answers

After an intense reflection
With all due vigour
His rationality could put to use
Ushered in the conclusion
Of the similarity of the state
Between the after used stuffs and him
What he did to them
Time did to him
Account settled
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An unbusy not life like life
Of some mid twenty
Knee deep eyes, quite brown
A semblance of dusky entourage
Reflecting against the mirror
But Alas! Alas!
Words depleting too fast to broach
The noise of traffic
Pulling the attention towards to and fro
Of life’s daily rush and run
A quick flip of second
A youturn back to the chamber
The same mirror
Two people standing against
And the same trite subject
He raised his right eyebrow
So did the one in the mirror
Which actually implied
“What’s up?
A featof laughter ensued
By and by turning into derision
Soon in the hideous avatar
Of a gagged screaming
Filling the place with fright
Ding dong! The bell clanged
“Excuse me”, said he and rushed
The alter ego stationed in the mirror
Waited and waited
Untill becoming an inconceivable exile

Some unknown night
Stormy yet starry
There lying on tiny little bed
A hairy piece of flesh
With blood turning grey
The thunder within screaming
“Enough is enough”
Incriminating the self
For the founding edifice of silences
Getting rid of oneself
A necessity so absloute

Okay! Yeah, I understand
I thought a way out
Stop holding your robe up and walk
A naked immersion deep down
Breathing your breath
In the chasm of your passion
All conciousness
Mixing into cloud smoke
The carried dust of yours
Turning into moist mesh
Raining on thy choked terrain
©jeyforyou

Why to be the Crusoe’s ship
Yearning for the shore
But the whirlpool
Yes, in it’s very swirling
Drown and dance
Rise again and shine
They write on the shore
Let’s write on the waves
Shark’s teeth be your pen
And the sucked blood be your ink
Write the silences of the seas
Play their noise
Serve the unfed ears
With nothing but truths
Burn with passion
Burn and let your embers scatter
Scatter the water apart
Widen your narrow lane
Make a procession of the many in you
Walk in communion
A minstrel unmarring
The delight of the sky
©jeyforyou

His right leg was knocked
And he sprang up
Soft was the touch
An enquiry so mild
“Is this birth number 33”?
That milky white face
Older than all the hills
A kind of struck him
As if this was the illumination
He has been invoking for
Luggages were kept under
And there followed a discussion
A manless wife
An issueless mother
But a gutsy maternal grandmother
An unvited brain haemorrage
And there was sitting
A widow on the birth
That never imagined road accident
An her only daughter
Who read Bewoulf to Woolf
Left behind memories
And a young son
A room of hushing silence
For ten years she lived at a shrine
Cutting off all her relations
Praying in the court of that holy Saint
Brought to the threshold
Her man’s a little elongated survival
Loss of all the relations
Loss of of home and her adress
Loss of all the belongings
Loss of land
Now more does she labour
Peddling things
Near the shrine
Finding her lost ones
In the prayers of others
For the sick and the possessed
He too had his own tale of struggle
Wanting for an expression
Lost in the dried singing tears
In the porch of her eyes
His words and phrases choked up
Her gargling pain and plight
Cleared his vision and insight
©jeyforyou

Wheels of life on a go
Another ride setting in
To that ward heads his head
Where the cluster of three and one wall
An unkindly kind host
Ready to serve
Bars of solitude
On a silent tray
Soon will he drape himself
In his deafening silence
Now one fear lingers again
Will the hands of hour and minute
Cease to strike
©jeyforyou

Between emptiness and existence
One’s heaviness took a toll on him
Having dragged to the wilderness
Deep did he dig a pit
To bury the former

A foul play the fate does

While pulling down the former’s coffin
The latter slipped into
The G A P I N G Earth
Yet it’s proven fair
What remains
Nothing but a buried existence
And the same does he breathe
©jeyforyou