People Say It a Hamartil

Weaned away from motherly nativity
Was the child
Ferried to a terrain
People call it urban
He would learn sophistication
Said the ambitious father
On an upbeat note the nature’ nurse
Bid a farewell
His Kith and kins giggled
“Your ambition will be your hamartia”.
Does an ambition give in to a crowd?
A new trajectory for the young child
The first school bag, the first book
The fuzzy printed graphemes soon
Began to hold senses
His place of studies and rest
Was a small beetle shop
In quest of a place
Where peace prevails
A discovery did his eyes claim
A small local Library
With no serious upkeep
In his dystopian world
It was the only utopia
From newspapers to magazines
To newly bridal covers
To old tattered books
And their musty papery scent
Became his cocaine
There he lived

The histories of Civilizations

And more did he bleed reasonably of unreasoned wars

No more was he the Friday of Crusoe’s island

And like Joyce’s Dedalus

He transcended man-made nets

In him now inhabit Goethe and Gandhi, Hardy’s Tess and Coleridge’s Mariner

Its so happens

When he is not him, he is them

With holes in his trousers pockets
And no wallet he travelled
Aross the seas and mountains
In the symphony of tales
And rhytm of odes and ballads
Lost he became outrightly
Cried in the tragedies
Laughed in the comedies
Fact and fiction
And their pitch and toss
Sometimes scalded the heart
And the other time the face beamed
Who said he read them?
Nay, he felt the very skin and flesh
The deserts,seas islands,mountains
Streets , parks, fields
Heaven and hell
Wandered well
Onto the pale papers
How his unsorted growing up
fell at ease
In the murky world where
More than humanity, savagery reigns
©jeyforyou

An Exhibition

I had to ask something
Shall I?
That lacerated face
Your fulmination adorned
Is worth an exhibit?
Or the pierced heart
That your arrow of indifference did
The pale eyes like moonless sky
Or the crumpled handkerchief
Stained with marks of tear drops
Did you see the swollen feet
Walking in your quest
That sore wound on knees
When he stooped on
For a life filled with little zest
Your masonry deserves applause
A spectalce so remarkable you did.
©jeyforyou

Childplay

How long should a man look
At a river and pile up
The fear within of drowning
People are often seen
Romanticising the sight
Where a wedlock occurs
Of waves receding and advancing
Binary of dread and dare
Fair we topple down
Can we imagine the possible extent
Of its depth and posit ourselves there
Tossing and turning in the childplay
Without hallucinating of being eaten up
Hey man! You can get washed ashore
Only when the fear is let loose
Being lost in the moments
Of increasing ecstacy
©jeyforyou

A Sublime Embodiment

O mother! Sweet mother!
After the man, my darling father
With heart of gold departed
Art thou not there to flood me
With due love, care and blessings?

Amid all the lustre and comfort
That you render/ed,
One star was missed badly, so very desperately
And that was my darling dad.

Yeah! I appreciate your effort
You never made me feel short of anything
I dreamt the stars
And you, O! sweet mom
You put them beneath my feet
Who does it, O God?
Only a woman like my mom.

Both within and without
you conquer/ed with head held high
O, thy resilience!
Let me salute it and wish
At the same time
That Almighty may give every woman
The perseverance, the will to fight
And smile to the adversities
O mother! Your are so brave.

In every supplication
That you do/did to the Almighty
You prayed for none but us
The countless fasting
That you observe/d
None but for us
Who does it,O God?
Yeah! Mother, my sweet mother.

Like a saint of remote world
You read our eyes and detect the pains
Shower the love, balm it , resolve it
I wonder if human mathematics has
That numeric figure calculating
Your sacrifices, the assassination of Your wish, need and what not
Where do you get this much patience from?
I wonder O, Mom. My sweet Mom!
Only an unseen sublime agency
You derive your grit and gut from
I bow to the invincibility of your will

Of course, heaven is beneath thy feet
But O,Mother! Thou art my Heaven.
©jeyforyou

A Halted Gypsy

A dark narrow tunnel between
Two over bridges with railway tracks
A makeshift home under
A roof for him to hide
It was but a conspiracy of time
Intriguing the ill-fated soul
Into the ever entangling web
Of daily challenges
And excruciating misery
A constant hide and seek
All but no peace
Hunger pinching the shrunken bellies
Do you know
What was nature’s cruelest play
A rain from the sky
And flood heading homeward
Inundated ground
Wet grains floating
Sitting in the ankle deep water
Waiting for a light to saunter in
The natural shower takes a halt
And there runs a train over
Doesn’t it stop untill it’s gone
There ticks a clock in his cerebrum
Enlightenment dawns
Why on Earth a gypsy halted
Making it a constant shelter
“Oh! Get up. Buckle up your shoes.
Run! Roam! Reach new regions!”
©jeyforyou

Impostors

Doesn’t it take a history
To build the colossal empire
Of power and principles?
Every construction inhales
Countless deconstructions
Races razed down, maps obliterated
Poets,artists, minstrels,masons
Patronages galore
In courts and palaces
Yet humanity yells and cries
At its unspeakable misery
Vanity eaten heaps of flesh and blood
Make the choir sing their vain glory
One rules or many form the rules
They work in dubious forms
And impostors perpetuate
Nothing but what?
Oppression! subjugation!annihilation!
©jeyforyou

Sleep

Your undue absence
And thirst shot up to the brim
Water he drank turned into blood
Now smeared are his lips
With bloody red

Induced to sleep the shaky legs
Inched forth the bedroom
Harrowing horror hugged him tightly
Blindfolded as he was
In his inebriated state

Pulled a torch out of his overcoat
Shoved the button
Dark as coal came the light
And fear in its hideous avatar
Danced as if it was drunk to its throat

Soon a thought of yours
A nebulous presence
An illuminating comfort
Sang a lullaby
A peaceful sleep ensued
©jeyforyou

Journey

A bay is made of words
With depth fathomless
And at the pit is heaped
The vestiges of sufferance and life

Abandoned by the earth
On his shoulder did he keep
The tiny bundle of rags
And set on the journey

Torn fabrics revealed
Too much of skinny skeleton
On the way
Whatever he saw with his eyes
Wrapped his staring anatomy

Gathering the dried pale leaves
To make fire against the cold waves
Flames flickered on the tunes of wind
Tear drops frozen into ice balls
Burnt the skin of his chick bones

A blinding smoke enveloped him about
What a warmth it was
He whirled about and about
A heavenly ride.
©jeyforyou

Silence

He was alleged when he went tight-lipped
Herd of words followed by
Oh! They hurt and ripped
They all cried

Bayed he is in the scoffing dilemma
After much pondering
Came a choice
“Now silence is my voice”.

So thin has grown the line
Between the right and wrong
Eyes of obscurity wink and whine
That to dodge the ambiguity
Hushing himself is the only brevity

So much of indifference. Huh!
“You are marooned”, said they to him
The only panacea beungy waited for
Breathlessly he sighed composed relief

Light,energy all give the Sun
Who stays with him but none.
©jeyforyou

Solitude- An Assassin

So deep is the smell of solitude
Had it not yet knocked on the door
And he discovered
The dripping drops of its shadow

A meticulous play of caution
On the shore of his cerebrum
The crashing cacophony of
Its affliction must be ceased
On the threshold

Sleep by the light creeping in
Through the variegated window
Awake by the dark to cry the hell
Shhhhh! The neighbor next door asleep
©jeyforyou