At the dawn when I walked the bridge
And sips of breath inhaled
Of living Hooghly river
At once the feet felt locked up
An absloute physical impasse

The beauty of its depth
Eyes of my psyche drew sight of
Waged a war against my rationality
And at once my body sought to kiss it
Do you know
What’s the price did it ask for?
My life off me

And then laughter ensued
A very petty price tag
That I could throw without a thought
The stupified river gaped at me
As if she wants to know the reason of my laughter

Now the beaming face said,
An infinite number of lives inhabit me
I am never me but them
And at once the profoundity
of its depth
Embraced me.
©jeyforyou

Like my name are my lips liberated
To chain the freedom
In a stone made cell
So that barred it remains
From the subjection of wish

Or the fluidity of it can be ceased
So never does it lurk
Around the territories forbidden
Where youthful pranks cause Cacophony that deafens
Microphones hanging across the street

Or it’s slipperiness cannot be solidified
Hard like rock standing the generations
Like hills do enveloping
The histories of time
Freedom, cease thou or let go
©jeyforyou

An ache in the belly last night
And through and through
He tossed and twisted
An exclamation of ‘aah’!
A chorus cacophonous

One thing he sought was sleep
The only tool to raze the pains off
More concerned was he
Of the source it emanated from
Since the heart was frozen lake
It followed the trajectory down the belly

Weaned was the soul
An anatomy disrupted
Once he had seen
How a she-goat separated her kid
While it was feeding on
Parched psyche with passions unfed
©jeyforyou

A morning crimson red
Smeared with blood
Stared gritting it’s teeth
And a horror siphoning
Into my veins
A sleep so deep
Is slain

A grinding groan searching
The whereabouts of him
Clueless at the merciless hideousness
He looked at the door ajar
An agency so nebulous laughing at
So did he
And then the rainbow flashed
Through the door on the floor
©jeyforyou

When the melodies unheared
Kept him engaged
In the sun and the moon
He, comforting lies and naught
A perfect sync in-between
Escorted each time to the tip of the height
Thrown he was headlong down into the crust
Yet smiles, laughters ensued
And yelling gaped at his falmboyance
©jeyforyou

A bus stop today taught me well
Philosophy that life is
Paradox impregnated with
When you wait for one
Its frequency becomes
A remote past truth
While the other you see over and over
The one yesterday your eyes were fixed on
And only when you reach
The vantage point
Of giving up
Down the horizon falls the light
And you find your means
Life is all that one extra bit
It always and only demands
That ‘little more’
All you ought to say with exclamation
ONE MORE TIME!

©jeyforyou

All’s well that ends well said a great man
But a happy conclusion
With no tongue clicking regret
Comes not to everyone
But a few who dodge time
Pleasure, friends, pains, foes
They all stand tall
And we are sum total of all
Now excorcizing me off I
Is what I go by
They say, ‘Sprint’
But expect me to freeze
Life is stuck in their constructed binary
Poor spirit! Art thou free?

© jeyforyou

Almost after a decade or so
He was there where he hailed from
It was the last Sunday of the calender
And a deluge of wishes sweeping
Through the shore of his cerebrum
He wieghing each of the wishes
So seriously and intensely
That beads of perspiration loomed
On his forehead tipping down the cheekbone
Against the winter too cold
To melt the frozen lake

It was the last Sunday of the calendar
And wanted it to be well spent
A visit to infirmary
Or to an orphanage
Running across his psyche
He had a family
A world full of people loving and caring
Yet he was alienated
Though he has othered himself to the brim
But he wanted to light the flame not dim

Once a big movie buff
But now a ten minutes of a movie watch
Induces him to sleep like seven sleepers
A foodie to the core
But now the aroma of roasted kabab
Does not wake the sleeping taste buds
It was the last Sunday of the calendar
And he wanted it to be well spent
©jeyforyou

Uth qalam Tu likh Zara
Ek bar ab Jo huye sitam
Waqt ki azurdagi Ka
Ek jaagta main misal hun
Jo taarik rah pe main chal pada
Na koi hamsafar na koi hamnawan
Jo daad de aur waah kahe
Ke hausla mazboot ho
Phir v magar kisko padi
Ke Woh sochta rahe yunhi
Jab maloom mujhko ho Gaya
Manzil NH Safar mein Hain
Ab ek wajah, ab ek Maza
Bilkul nh parwah mujhe
Ab Zara manzil ki hai
Main khud Safar ab ban Gaya
Kar Diya khudko Riha
Ho Gaya khud se riha.

Sitam – torture
Azurdagi – helplessness
Misal – example
Taarik – dark/obscure
Raah- path/way
Humnawan- companion
Hausala – courage
Manzil – destination
Safar – journey
Parwah – concern/ worry
Riha – free/exonerate
©jeyforyou

Stars too feel cold
It dawned upon me last night
When I telescoped plucking my neck
Out through the corridor window

Searching them for company
They were not there
Disappointed me clicking my tongue
Stepped back to my frozen shell

For years did I hold
That stars are the true companions
For the loners in the nights
And thus my cynicism resurrected
The universe is too slefish to render what one desires
©jeyforyou