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

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

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

Past : A poem

I see by the river, a tree
Many great branches hanging free
Right by the riverbank, I see
A waning moon and then me

It is by this river, I loved to sit
At a past so old, a true gift
It is by this river, I had filled
My mind with wishes, which is now still

Life’s rhythm had gone uphill
When melodies broke and joy filled
A thread so old and sacred, shed
I drowned myself, as sadness fled

Leaving everything I now run
Walking away from the hand with the sun
Past shattered and then it sank
To memories went the riverbank

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Stories: A poem

Do stories grow in the trees
And fall down while in the breeze
Every heart beat frozen and lived
Walls are patched up by grief

Can I walk and cup my hand
So the stories won’t hit the sand
They would be known to the world and
I would sing them through every land

Can I tell stories about stars
That is far away from our mere gasps
Will they flourish in the skies afar
If you keep your stories hidden in a jar

Jars would be too small to keep
Stories that are so powerful and deep
The skies are waiting for the tales to leap
Into the world and far they would reach

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Girl of light: A poem

She knew her life was wounded
She glided on its broken wing
Her dreams crept a bit haunted
Love and happiness she sings

Drowning on her mind all alone,
thoughts wept in the mist
Her dreams glittered high above
A marvelous tale its gift

She cradled her fragile heart
A song blooming in it
She is a star amidst the dark,
a wonderful twinkle she lit

The universe in her life,
were stories given as a gift
Those tales whispered high above,
her name was what the stars lit

Her smile still glitters the sky
In darkness she never sit
The light she was, amidst the darkness
She was the universe’s gift

– Jan @jahnavigouri

World of lies: A poem

Where, where did the good people go?
How, how did the world become sore?
Why, why are there wars at every shore?
While children, our children cried ashore

The cruel, the cruel escaped the heat
The kind, the kind died in the fleet
The love, the love started to deceive
As every eye turned colder in greed

Hate bloomed while love withered
Roses, they lied and died with her
Children cried as lies splattered
Their last hope torn and soon scattered

The statue of the world is tainted now
I stare at my moon and we asked how
Hearts made of stone but never love
Peace fluttered away with its dove

Powerful minds are cruel under shore
My words are dark but truth they told
Happiness cried together now as four
Old rules broken and cruelty poured

Know your worth while the kingdoms sway
Hold your breath as the cruelty play
Their games of hate would soon go away
Live with hope and truth you must say

– Jan @jahnavigouri