Greeting the future: A poem

Careless of the future
The wind up in the sky
Trees murmur whispers
To past, I say goodbye

Lilies bloom and nurture
Promises made in cries
A rose, a lonely picture
Hundred thousand lies

I am carefree as a sparrow
Singing its lovely hymn
Free of every sorrow
My past, I could glorify

I hope for the best now
Happiness dance to rhymes
A beautiful tomorrow
I wait without a sigh

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Odd one : A poem

I watch from a distance
Their smiles, laughs and pain
It was a party for a reason
From ashes it was made
Deaf are some people
The others dance in rage
Joy played on a good stage
But from heart it never came

Voices played on my heart
I would never be the same
Eyes glanced at my way
Gesturing me to play

I smiled as if I enjoy
Singing in their stage
My heart ridden of any joys
The end was so away

A watch I held in my hand
Counting at the time
Minutes turned to hours
Like counting over one dime

The end did came at last
I felt so free and saved
From parties made from ashes
And fiends waiting for a play

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Unpredictable life

I watch from my bedroom window. The neverending roads below stare back at me with open arms. I counted the people below with my fingers. One, two and three. They left their footprints with the hundred that have been printed there before them. I tried to see their faces, but failed mercilessly. I guessed that one of them was a child, and the tall woman walking beside him was his mother. They disappeared from the sight of my eyes as quickly as they came. I pondered over the fact that I may or may not see them ever again.

The low creaking of a gate opening, pulled my eyes to the house opposite my own. My neighbor appeared through the gate, and he too, started walking through the road. He stopped under the streetlamp and sat down on the chair under it. His eyes wandered through the pages of a book.

I stared above over at the sky. The evening had already turned to the early stages of the night. I pulled my curtains over my window, my mind still thinking about the quietness of the night and the unpredictability of the journey called life.

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Dulcet of ambivalence : A poem

Oceans, drown my thoughts
Feel the wind up in the sky
Aimless hands, they did fought
To wipe the tears of a cry

Closed my eyes, so fast
Darkness echoed in my mind
Voices came at last
But the one I wanted, I can’t find

White walls became my prison
Deaf people, they only listened
Answers turned to questions
Words I ceased to find

Routines glued to the heart
No one knew I was smart
Foolish me, I wanted to walk
Nobody listened, I never talked

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Red lady: A poem

I watched her every day, the lady in red
She held an old umbrella above her head
She had a frozen smile, joy it fed
To those people who came around her

She lived in a house of red brick walls
It had great many poignant halls
I once walked around it, when I was small
With a neighbour who used to be very tall

The red lady soon became red no more
Her red dresses turned shabby and sore
For a smile, people now implored
A new madness, she explored

She now glared down the door
Sadness circled her eyes in four
“Our red lady, where has she gone?”
Glances said together in a tone

One day we saw the red lady no more
I heard rumours she was gone
To where and when nobody knew
Her house was locked and it remain till now

– Jan @jahnavigouri

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