Mystery: A poem

Nostalgia drummed, memories old
Heart intese, a piano song
Radio played a tune unknown
People today, ancient towns

History recited, kings and queens
An old civilization, not to be seen
Today’s and tomorrow’s, falling leaves
Miracles hung above bending trees

I read through verses of joy and pain
They walk me down a historical lane
Many many truths walking unpaid
Old sayings become my guide

Wings wounded fly above the sky
Stories alive inside every mind
Scars surfaced in tales erased by time
They walk on mysteries, no one to find

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Evanescent : A poem

Stairs descend down
Climbing can be tough
Eclipse from my soul
A canvas blank and rough

I hold my wounded heart
In hands made of gold
I ask my mind not to start
Nightmares written so old

Memories made, then buried
History is once more made
Sadness can’t be hurried
In wars, we are afraid

Ink spilled on blank faces
Deceit wait to be seen
Men wonder and stitch laces
In clouds their thoughts lean

World run wild with the wind
Forgotten stories laugh
Mystery our hearts would fill
Hold your groud, may you fall

– Jan @jahnavigouri

“Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning”Samuel Butler

Desolate Catastrophe: A poem

Love flattened to hands drawn
Eyes looked dull, they do frown
Heart it threatened, it did grow
Bend down branches, hope dissolved

Fate unkind to people in need
I watered loss and love I feed
Look to the eyes and lie nicely
A beautiful tomorrow never you see

Crawling in dust, poignant verses bath
Falling rain and I run so fast
Howling wind teared me apart
The sand suffocated, bliss in hand

Is your mind locked inside a door?
Words come scattered, waves in toll
World moves on, escape those holes
And live your life, you a blessed soul

– Jan @jahnavigouri

A question for word- weavers and story tellers: What inspires you to write or why do you write?

House on the cliff

The grains of sand escape my cupped hand. I watched every single grain hit the warm brown land. The sea crashed a little bit farther, and ancient sea shells collected at it’s edge. My eyes wandered to the calm sea, and it’s soft music roamed through my mind. The night sky above hung over me like a wish, and my moon watched over me. My eyes wandered to my left, and the old house met it’s glance.

The hue of gray, hung over the house above the cliff. It overlooked the vast sea and was treated to its tranquility. There were kind-masters who roamed the house, and some who were unkind. In that house once dwelled people who loved to walk by the sea and some who hated its music. Through its old rooms little boys and girls had once laughed and played. Now it stood idle until a new master came along to take it to their name. My eyes filtered away from the house and I wondered what the future would hold for the old house and me. The future and its uncertainty haunted us both, alike.

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Blue as dusk: A poem

Eyes twinkle, stolen glitter
I wonder, they chat
Speak now and ask never
Teach them not to start

Hands together hold water
As they slip through, the crack
Mirrors fall and they shatter
Bruises in painted gaps

Ink stains and lost meadows
Endangered little hearts
Lost diaries, dark pirates
Ships sank, waters sad

Howling winds, copper breeze
Heart hollow, sadness freeze
Goodness came, I can’t release
Lone as ocean and dusk, my tea

Sun in brown, moon in blue
Nature gave its charm to you
Yellow silk, pretty hue
Happy times would arrive soon

– Jan @jahnavigouri

By the window: A poem

Moon in my window
I can see that you’re watching me
Soon by my willow
I can hear your voice in the sea

Thousand miles we go
It is not that old little me
Million memories grow
In bend and forgotten trees

Ancient rhythms sow
A tale so old to preach
My mind it sings low
For a nameless land I reach

I see my window
It stands miles away from me
My old bend willow
Your thoughts drown now in my sea

-Jan @jahnavigouri

The Antarctican: A poem

A penguin lost in a desert
A piece of ice I want to breath
Even if the ice isn’t real
It would be heaven to me

The scorching sun on my back
What would happen to me?
Should I die like the others
Or would I live and live

My home now seem like a distant
Distant star from my reach
Everyone in the desert is happy
Happy as it is their home, you see

I once had a past so happy
Between the Antarctican sun and breeze
I had friends and family to hold me
When life wasn’t happy and free

Now alone at a distance
Distance they would never come to see
I stand with my face to the sun
Courage I would never leave

I would walk and walk ahead
Regret won’t breathe in me
A unhappy tear I can’t shed
I would fight till my last breath

-Jan @jahnavigouri

Nutshell solitude: A poem

Young and old, living sore
In building high and some very old
Sun in sky, dawn passed to night
I watch as strangers live, then die

Street lamps echoed the misery of times
Shabbiness whispered ancient hymns
Old faces held in a pretend smile
Roads are many, paths, never kind

Sky overhead reflects my soul
Carried by a forgotten hole
The light of stars made me whole
Moon in waltz telling jokes

Better life, we beg in our knee
Things only happen as they should be
Everyday life held to me
As new paths open and joy, I feel

Words of mystery whispered in ear
A familiar rhythm I wish and hear
Falseness held my heart with fear
But happy times are promised to be near

-Jan @jahnavigouri

Golden Cage: A Poem

I asked for pebbles as I fell to the sand
Wickedness exploding in a kind looking hand
I walked away from my one and only land
Loneliness has now become my magic wand

Sky is dark as the night came by
Stars twinkled as my mind asked why
Dungeon of sadness, foolish I
Misery, misery I could never say bye

A land of happiness awaits me
A way to get there I don’t seem to see
Monsters of dark is now clutching to me
I always fail when I try to flee

Once kind people have turned distant now
Smile with a cost, I don’t know how
Distant is good and came fragile love
Fly away, fly away my precious dove

I have waited for something meant to be
Bonded in a golden cage, I tried to flee
A new path opened but just not lovely to me
As it was not the path, I have waited all my life to see

– Jan @jahnavigouri

My poem got nominated for publication of the month at Spillwords Press

Hello dear readers,

I am truly honoured to announce that my poem ‘Is That Nobody Really Me?’ got nominated for publication of the month at Spillwords Press. I want to give my thanks to Dagmara.K and everyone at Spillwords for publishing my poem.

I also want to give my deepest gratitude to each and everyone of you here for your kindness, love and support. All of this would have never happened without you all.

The voting has already started for the publication of the month at Spillwords and would end in four days. I would really love it if you can head over here and cast your vote. I would really appreciate your support.

Is That Nobody Really Me

The tress whispering secrets
As I walked through the path
The land washed away my sadness
And my heart slowly fell apart

Wind rhymed with melodies
That lost and became an elegy
The sky blue like some memory
I walk and realized I am a nobody

The clock ticked away slowly
The time passed more bitterly
Sleep consoled me nicely
But the ache it never did leave me

A future light in my mind
As the past erased itself
I slept peacefully for the first time
And walked away feeling more of myself

Love,

Jan @jahnavigouri