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Winter Blankets

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A corpse enveloped in the winter blanket
Mustering the residue of the warmth
Sleep does not cease to be a lie.
For no more will it get embroiled
In the tweaking labyrinth of waking dreams
Everything vanishes. Every single of them.
With the earliest trace of the sunshine
You remember nothing except razor like grasses
Rattling at the wind’s command
And then the hush stamps its foot.
©jeyforyou

Daddy Fox

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To my mortal existence what liberty is
If there is no affiliation with the fox
And how poorly I lack patronage
Thus there is a guaranteed doom

The malicious go scot free
And the innocent faces pressed
Against the barbed wires are robbed off
Yet the hearts are not rattled
©jeyforyou

Transaction

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I lend you these dark deep eyes
And I borrow yours shallow and mysterious
Do not get overwhelmed at the white mist
And who will fail in barricading this tributaries?

That faintly heared chiming heralds an end
And in end there is but a new beginning
Let the ashes unfurl into the furrrows
And count not the frequencies of the tides
©jeyforyou

A Blatant Robbery

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O, the hearts of lead or some despicable shit
I know you would not have shuddered
Your blood would not have boiled
I know you aren’t ashamed of the land
Where one is robbed of the basic human rights
Rights to see the deceased for one last time
Rights to mourn over the loss
Rights to perform the due rites
Rights to register the atrocities wreaked
Rights to demand justice
At the sight of  the pyre
I got drowned in utter shame
For I breathe in the land of rotten souls
Where voices are gagged
Ànd blood is spilled over
©jeyforyou(آزاد)

Law of the Land

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Human bodies: a site of carnal gains
Use it, mangle it, cut off the the tongue
So as the viloence wreaked upon shouldn’t be spoken out
Or burn it alive or dead or whatever
Whatever!
Just whatever!
The bastards will go scot-free
For impunity looms so large on the land of Buddha
Many of you are not bulldozed
The chilling gust of fears hasn’t hit your windows.
For this savagery has knocked your door yet
Good! Maintain this status quo.
But wait for you turn.
Look! It is bound to happen. It will.
You are blindfolded. You can’t see it.
Or may be you do.
Alas! the lack of spine in you.
The murderers are now the gods of law.
And how thou expect justice here.
©jeyforyou(آزاد)

Interrogatives

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If you can write my obituary
With Russian vowels
And Korean consonants
Can my coffin be grey?
And what colour will you wear in my funeral?
Please don’t make it white or black.
Can you play Marshmallow on this occasion?
And a farewell steam-bath…
©jeyforyou(آزاد)

Time: A Slayer

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Isn’t this dependence tragic?
On the whims of time
We stand and roll and chorus
The quaint and unsyllogistic phrases
The vowels and consonants go berserk
Why do they not agree to combine
Nothing but senseless sagging sounds
Can you just enjoy the acoustics?
Or silence this tongue or better slay it
Come.
And pronounce the sentence
Come
And pronounce it dead
©jeyforyou(آزاد)

To My Eternal Saints

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A dark dome I dwelled in
You lighted the candles
And things illumined within
I was invisible and obliterating àll my signs
You still saw and found me
What if you would not have spotlighted me on?
I was voiceless: an impossible silence
You still heared my inner calls
And rang my bells to me and all
I was so unplugged from life that waned
You plugged me to it over and over again
An excorcist  you are with handful of talisman
Of my ghosts you dispossessed me
A fresh lease of life did you rent me out
When the world wriggled in politics of numbers
You brought me to the peace of letters
Did you not give me the therapeutic pills of poetry?
Did you not give me the brevity and beauty of expression?
I see life in death às my optician is you
You unmade me
You made me
And you made me disasters- proof
Peace and prosperity to you O Man-Makers
In the world here and hereafter
©jeyforyou(آزاد)

Biography

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I see you O wind the way you write
My bio with dust so grey and black
If I can request you to unwind me
Off the life clock too harrowing

I wake up to the nights and hear
I’m wedded to the gory darkness
The shrieks and shouts do not undo damages
I seek refuge in my fathomless àbyss
©jeyforyou(آزاد)

Dark Circles

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You see the dark patches under my eyes
Ànd there ensue so many how’s ànd why’s
À diseased piece of flesh and pàle blood
Or some nocturnal evil bussinesses flood
No handcuffs to the rolling speculations
Mind géts filled with mindless altercations
Forge the self into subdued possibility
Being consistently pushed to insignificance
Nów  the nights are insanely insomniac
Thàt sage under the peepul treé offers an amulet
All the due prescriptíons are abided by
Nights are still sleepless
©jeyforyou