Ephemeral : A poem

I could only sit and watch
The night as it slowly pass
Moon blinked away so fast
Am I caged or free at last?

I could never utter truth
Wishes buried under roots
Trees are branched up to roofs
Few are weak, never sure their foot

Proud or crying out in pain
I watch as everything fade
Stars and moon all away
Tears dripped and appear a way

Way to nowhere, sure it was
Wondering whether to lose or grasp
Threads are fragile and lies are plans
Moon disappear, slowly the stars

-Jan @jahnavigouri

A new morning : A poem

A shade of gray in the sky
“Morning coming,” says a cry
Darkness lifts as moon says bye
Light showers at right time

Sun is in an orange hue
Sky is no longer the darkest blue
Trees are lit and birds they sing
Then fly over high with little wings

Light spreads slow and slow
Chirping of birds heard loud and low
Sun now shine up in the sky
It’s morning, open your lazy eyes

Morning is bright and free
I look at the sky and feel the breeze
Sorrows are old while love is seen
A day of mystery, calls for me

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Even the darkest night will end and the Sun will rise.

– Victor Hugo

Time ahead: A poem

We dwell on sadness and say lies
We talk madness and leave without byes
We echo darkness and be lost in time
We enjoy loneliness and smile very bright

We walk paths and hide under waves
When times are hard, we sail over lakes
Whether good or bad, we weave tales
To get away from our own mistakes

Days would pass, whether we want
Frame your words, then own your land
Stroll through leaves, crush the sand
When asked for, give your hand

Future’s colors, we never can see
Fierce storms or tranquil breeze
We never would know, what would be
Time ahead, awaits you and me

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Light would come: A poem

Different, different scream so loud
Inside and outside, comical sound
You aren’t like us, they call out
You can’t be like me, then I shout

People are cruel, yes sometimes
We can’t change them,  never try
Let them think, what they like
You hold your head, up very high

Squirrel, squirrel walk like the mouse
If you walk like that, you aren’t cool
If you say that, then you are the fool
One can never be another, that is truth

Thoughts we have different ones
We laugh with our loved ones
Night passes then comes the sun 
Darkness would pass, light then comes

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Tale of mystery: A poem

I see a window, as I stand by the road
Who live there? I would never know
It is never open but always closed
I looked up again then walked back home

People can weave crazy tales  
Ever believing stories, they would say
Why weave tales, when no gains
I wish to ask them again and again

Back at home, I dwell upon thoughts
About closed windows and doors
I ponder about mysteries unsolved
And little things never solved

The next morning, I went again
I can say with not much gain
The closed window, so it lay
I walked back home once again

I still walk back through the road
To see if the window remains closed
Who live here? I still don’t know
Never ending tales it really grows

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Prologue: A poem

Hundred people in the room
My face holding all the gloom
Withered flowers was once a bloom
Aching, shaking misery loomed

Windows held brilliant views
Clocks ran as time went soon 
Faces held in smiles and hues
I lost music dancing to their tune

People, people all around
Nobody came to make a sound
I was from the other town
They whispered but all aloud

I was there but nobody could see
Standing by the wall was little me
Laugh and play, sway in the tree
Fly away soon, while in the breeze

– Jan @jahnavigouri

A walk down the memory lane

I see the waiters walking here and there. People, they appear and disappear. I watch them talk and see their faces brimming with joy. My own coffee sits in front of me, untouched. I put down the pen and reach for it. I sip the coffee for a little while and put it back on the table. Then I go back to seeing, hearing and observing closely everything around me. 

I am new, my mind echoed. I am new to the place surrounding me fondly. The people, all of them are absolute strangers. They are now painting their faces to my mind for the first time. I would forget, I know that. Memories are made in almost every moment but only some stay in the heart forever. Those are the special ones. The unforgettable ones. 

I remember days when I was truly happy from my past. Days when I have tasted freedom and the kind heart of others. I walked down the memory lane and people from my past appeared. My childhood friends, neighbours and others who had touched my life in unknown ways. I remembered my days with each one of them and a tentative smile bloomed on my lips. I heard their words and conversations from long ago, humming on my lonesome heart. My heart fluttered alive and then suddenly the smile vanished as I was pulled back by reality. I came back to the coffee shop where I sat down at the corner table. All alone with a half finished coffee cup in front of me.

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Rainy Day: A poem

I went on a walk a rainy day
A hundred memories came to play 
I asked the rain to stay with me
As I drowned myself in a past unseen

An old path lay infront of me
I slowly walked like through a sea
I stretched my arms to catch the breeze
An unforgettable memory this would be

I painted pictures in the rainy sand
No bystanders there to watch
I smiled at myself and then the land
Waters splashed down from my hand

I then walked back to my tent
As it was the home I now dwelled
I went back through the rainy bends
A joyful memory in my head

Beyond and forever I would say
And remember about this rainy day
When rainy waters failed to stay
Anywhere but in my heart it still lay

-Jan @jahnavigouri

Truth and Lies: A poem

Down down from my reach
I see my past and future free
Lying in an ocean alive
Aspirations that lies can’t feel

A cyclone I got myself on
Thunderstorms, I’m all alone
Rain comes on days unborn
Sun darkens, Moon it drowns

Barefoot on yellow sand
I walk and walk to places mad
Held my words, they grew fast
A smile I wait to see at last

People come and then they go
To where nobody would know
See you soons and lies from bones
Music from silent tones

Do you see me? Oh I do
Can you see me? Oh I do
Answers came, never true
Truth and lies a chain of hue

-Jan @jahnavigouri

Far away lands: A poem

With wet feet I would run down the stairs
My footsteps echoes in the hall
Then I would disappear, fast and fair
I won’t listen to their calls

Past the buildings lined with misery
A bullet staring at the heart
I would compose a contrast elegy
Away and away, I would then float

I would run to that moddish meadow
And grasslands standing there tall
I would never return to that old willow
To joys and sorrows small

Here I would leave people far behind
A hidden rock in the banks
I would put in my pocket there to remind
My past falling through the cracks

Rhymes to the sky I would sing
Then a lullaby one for the sad
Then to the broken branches I cling
Away I would go to far away lands

– Jan @jahnavigouri