The land of dream and nightmare

Sleep lingered in my eyes and I slowly gave in to its calls. The dark shadows inside my head walked me down the path to sleep and I was soon asleep. The darkness slowly led me down a valley, and soon I found myself waiting at the entrance to the land of dreams. I found myself hoping the guardian would let me in, but he never came. I was about to walk away from the gate altogether when I saw another entrance opening up. I noticed that the huge brown door had an air of sadness around it, but nevertheless I found myself walking towards it.

A small voice inside my head told me not to go toward it, but there was another loud voice demanding I should keep walking. The curiosity of what lies inside the entrance was what kept me walking forward. Step by step I was soon in front of it. I regretted not having taken a second thought before stepping inside as I felt a shadow of darkness wrapping itself around me. I closed my eyes and a shiver ran down my spine as I realized with a start where I was. I realized I was in the land of nightmares.

– Jan @jahnavigouri

New world: A Poem

Crowns wishing to be taken
Kingdoms begging to be shaken
A queen’s views now questioned
Kings waiting to be unquestioned

Rich now using the poor
A city using its flower
A girl crying for her tower
Old rules breaking more slower

Glories once more forgotten
Empires crumbling like once plotted
Orphans are no longer sorted
The kingdoms are now to be floated

A rich land is now more richer
A poor land is now more poorer
A few plans now becoming clearer
We watch as truth become more dearer

-Jan @jahnavigouri

One day I will escape

She was trapped in her own thoughts without a way out. Her past lingered in her mind, a shadow of a memory. She knew that the darkest part of the night was just before dawn, and she believed the dawn she was waiting for would arrive. Hidden deep inside her manor, she slept. All her aspirations and dreams hidden deep in her heart. She wanted to break out of the cage they had created for her, but she knew her powers were not enough to do that.

A plan for an escape was getting created in her mind. She called all her sisters and discussed her plan with them, but none fearing their parents wanted to escape. “There are monsters outside we can never escape. Outside this house it is never safe. If you want, leave alone, we will never come with you,” All her sisters sang in unison.

Disappointed she left them. She wanted to leave her manor and run away to what lies beyond. Her house no longer felt like home to her, but more like a prison. She wished she could run away and never return. A world of color existed beyond her walls, and she wanted to go there as soon as she could. She didn’t want to spend her whole life trapped between the walls of her house. Her little heart prayed and wished for the land beyond. “One day I will escape and prove them the outside is a safe place. One day I will run away and they will wish they had followed me. One day…,”she slowly whispered these to herself, and waited for that one day to arrive.

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Pretend Princess: A Poem

A forest girl she was
Sprinkling dust from her hand
Marigold flowers slowly sang
She is the princess of this land

The blue flowers bloomed atlast
Her hairs twinkled as if in a task
She had eyes loveliest of all
She became the princess of their land

She smiled better than all the stars
The sun itself loved her little flaws
She sang songs unknown to her land
Her voice was something better than hands

She was someone who loved the wind
Her little hands swayed with its every hint
She once said it was all so thin, the way we talked and the way she will think

She smiled and said joy will last
Her land liked her for her little laws
She cried at nights thinking about fatal lows
At morning pretending to be like they know

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Regret: A Poem

I think they now know
All the things I kept unknown
I wish they hadn’t heard
All the things once unheard

I heard the way she talked
Like she knew what I thought
I saw the way she walked
As if she is planning to make me talk

I wanted to apologise
But I thought I was far too wise
I knew I would pay the price
For doing what I had done now, thrice

After I left them fast
I can feel the way the girl will laugh
I knew they had found out last
About the things that would tear me apart

I wish they wouldn’t tell her now
About all the things she will one day know
I wish my feelings won’t show
When I cried inside for the things I know

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Castle in the moon: A Poem

Castle in the moon 
I danced in your tune 
I walked, counted to two
Then came the lovely blue 
A castle in the moon 
I now saw the moors 
Down in the hillside dunes 
Making a lovely hue 
My castle in the moon 
I wandered with a balloon 
Thinking about things in spoon
I now know how to improve 
My only castle in the moon 
Looking good in june 
I knew about your tunes 
The way you played with runes 
My castle in my moon 
I know you miss me too 
I wandered down to you 
But you just asked me who

– Jan @jahnavigouri

My thoughts and my home

Sometimes I just stare into the sky and wonder, how small a being I am in this universe. This universe is a huge place and watching nature and its little wonders has always fascinated me. I always liked to count the colors in the rainbow, even when I know the answer will always be seven. I like to watch the river that reaches my neighborhood through the mountains.

The mountains are the best of nature’s creation. I always like to imagine the day when I will travel to the very top of it. Will the village appear small below me? Will I love that? I had already imagined how wonderful it would be to stand on the very top of it like the shepherds.The shepherds with there huge flock of sheep are always expected visitors in my village.

My favorite thing in the village is the night bonfires we have on festival nights. The festival nights are when I get to hear all those stories from faraway places. Sometimes the stories are told by one of the shepherds; but sometimes it is one of the elders who steals the show. I felt a tug in my heart as I started to descend through the sloppy path. I realized with a shiver that I am leaving this village where I had made many of my childhood memories. Memories that would be unreachable after a time.I knew I would come back here one day and that my villagers believed in me to make a living in one of the foreign lands. The foreign lands are better and more exciting, they say, but my village will forever be my home and my pride. I took a last look at the villagers as I continued walking down the path which will lead me away from my village and to the unknown lands that lay below.

– Jan @jahnavigouri

The princess: A poem

The princess with a crown
Laces decorate her gown
She sat on her brilliant throne
Smiling ignoring the frowns

She looked upon them all
Talking about things tall
They praised her in every call
While the cat played with the ball

They talked about her flaws
But they liked all her laws
They kept her as a dawn
And now liked her for her flaws

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Wish: A Poem

The stars at sky I watch
Lifting my fingers as if to catch
Water of hope now in hand
I wish to have some sort of wand

Melodies in mind fly low
Memories in heart now flow
Breaking the glass like a floor
I rushed to find nothing but door

Wishes flowing now in my head
Prizes I want always to be lend
Shying of tears, like in dread
I walked by the door wishing in my head

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Life as a desert

We are all wanderers searching for water in a large desert. Some of us die before tasting the sweetness of the water from the river, but the others, who are determined to get to the river atlast, somehow get to it. They would have to walk through days with the hot desert sun looming over them; they would have to stay alive even when the nights threatened to freeze them to death.

While searching for our own piece of river, we make friends with fellow wanderers who happen to cross paths with us and are searching for their own piece of river. They will accompany us, some even motivate us, and in there own ways help us. We will also encounter manipulating thieves in our journey who are waiting for us to just point out our piece of river so they can get there and steal the water before we reach it. They will never succeed in the long run.

Some of the wanderers in the desert become those who when they are one step away from the river and decide to give up. They die without ever tasting the sweetness of water. They are the fortunate ones with unfortunate endings. I hope you keep walking in the desert even when the odds are against you and keep searching for your piece of river.

Love,

Jan Velvet