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Around two plus two a.m in the night
I had a dream filled with fright
Far away on an orphaned shore
Sunk I was deep waist in the sands
And worry , a sadistic prick
Dictated me syllables all Greek
Eyes navigated the locale
To the right and the left
A dolphin strolling fell in sight
And soon we fell in a dialogue
And much I said on existential dilemma
And much she said on spontaneous human impulse
An untimely rush of waves washed the discourse
©jeyforyou
Life once passing amid the daily screams
A dream it seems like
A man perennially pre-occupied
In both the diurnal and nocturnal storms of times
In this changing hue of life
Finds himself somewhere lost
A bay of difference between times bygone and present day
He did not have time for himself yesterday
And today
In the chains of time is he prisoned
Morning was as quick as two minutes maggie
Oh, that mad rush of time
From the city crossing
He is being shooed back to home
That if life is precious, be home
Post lunch siesta round the week
And an alarm free long sound sleep of the night
Now it hurts, it unsettles, it afflicts
Joints of the body lodge complaints of abounding pains
The young calender hanging on the wall growing old
Books decked up in the shelves
Whirring noise of the ceiling fan
Freezing cold of the air conditioner
That old teak wood sofa
And the colourful cozy cushion
This welcoming many hued upholstery
The black rimmed rectangular wall clock
It’s ticking of the minute and hour hands
They all glare at me with gaping eyes
With a pinch wondrous strangeness
My ironed formal shirts hanging over the hangers
Look at me and quiz
“When will you wear us”?
The books I regularly tucked under my arms
The water bottle once hanging to my right index finger
Now lies there on the table emptied, full of thirst
The door bell does not chime anymore
From the window outside
No scene is a feast to my eyes
All that can be seen is a deserted road
Black like coal punctuated with deployment of police personnel
Intermittent wailing sirens of the ambulance or the police van
At the fated silence of the earth
The vast blue sky is hushed up too
Yellow purple sunbeams barging in
Through the unveiled windows
Paint the walls with the melancholic cobwebs
At such harrowing hour
This heart is filled with one single yearning
That a time may come, O Lord!
When the traffic of life gears up again
©jeyforyou
Like the sands from the crevices of hands
Life spills off the breathing piece of flesh
I am not poetry anymore
And a drama I never wished to be
This chemical madness embedded in silence
Exorcises the stars of my sky
Truths quarantined unassertively in dark bureaus
In the makeshift shelter of hunger and misery
Lies parade on the roads with pride
And this air of complacency
How should I appreciate thy epistemology, O folks?
©jeyforyou
These walls leak profusely
My black blue blood painting creepers
And the disgusted murmurs
In the unlighted pit of my brain
Stoke frightening fears all about
From the cracked mirrors of the window
Intrude the echoes into unwelcome sanctum
Rendering a drunken stupor morosely
Abandoned ruthlessly to the cruel fate
Yet these foggy eyes blare a wailing
‘This apocalypse shall pass too’
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A body decades soaked in chaos
Is now lost in the silence of time
Does the peace not cost his prowess
And the war is multi-hued- face
War is peace
Peace is war
Hunger quarantined in the belly and throat desiccated
O, these magnitude of warfronts
Only to win is uncertain with losses foretold
Smell the cries of the eyes
Listen to the weathered canvas of the faces
Dysfunctionality of the senses abounds
Uncage the chaos
Resume the traffic
Lock this silence, O, Nature
©jeyforyou
The serpent dispels the drugs of imbecility
And their constituent molecules
Hit hard the neurons of the morons
And there begins a rite of apotheosis
In an unearthly feat of trance
The pagans so madly dance
In this terrain of lost faith
In the times of prized superstitions
Why shouldn’t the obscured heads extoll
A piece of flesh fraught with implausiblity
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The thick air in this coerced exile
Now confounds all my faculties
Life as if leaving the flesh and bones
And why this shadow does not meet me
This fictitious discourse of time
How cogently the liars whine
They call the star of the night a sun
And the Sun is called the Moon
Facts are beaten black and blue
On this king sized wooden box
Now I perform my own funeral
For don’t you see the hopes deceased
©jeyforyou
Down at the square, multitude of heads
The pigeon reported straight
After it perched in the balcony
A current of thoughts barged into
Tombs started spiking horrendously
In the middle of my cerebrum
Exodus of these homeless houses of breaths
Now attracts the opinionated eyes
Registering the discourses of hatred
And dehumanising differences
Unsure of if the nebulous beast would kill
For the piercing hunger
And the pricking thirst
More hearse do they pull
Why shouldn’t I doubt
Why shouldn’t I question
And who does not know
How it feels to lose a loved one
Applause! Applause! Applause!
With cheese popcorn on cosy couch
We enjoy the politics being done on deaths
And these hate mongers become ‘A’ rated citizens
©jeyforyou
In the throes of isolation
Petals of hope should not cease to bloom
Diurnal traffic of activities now stand still
And privation pricks sorely to the lot
Yes,I’m home and may be safe too
But O Heaven! I don’t feel at home
This pitiful sight of the shrinking bellies
Unhomes me so hideously
I can lock down this body
Tell me O Heaven! How to lock down my thoughts
Should we not saunter out
And look for the hungry faces
My insatiated state interrogates me
Do the breads reach all doors?
I heared and read in the books
Compassionate hearts do the homosapiens possess
Lock down your anatomy
But do not lock up your hearts
Bring your kind eyes to the task
Search! Search! Search the unfed mouths
The miserable lot sees everything cancelled and witheld
But their hope still throbs
But their hope still runs
But their hope still sings in chorus
A song of humanity
©jeyforyou
From the balcony did I see
A romance in the sky
Never before to my eyes
A sight so clear
A view so bright
O, firmament! How this poetry happening to thee
Only the gloom did bloom on thy face
Now I see you reclaim thy blessed beauty
Speak of the secret
And tell us one truth
Will thou not be more beautiful
If we are not on duty?
©jeyforyou
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