The flower and the tower: A poem

People surround you, the flower
Like the butterflies in spring
While I stand, a solitary tower
All alone in a lonely hill

I watch you and tears rush by
As I would never be your like
To have so much friends
That you have ones you would dislike

Then one day when the time was dark
When there was no sun for awhile
You went all down, all to dust
Then I saw that you have but died

Then the people went in line
To the new flower that came up
Without even a glimpse to your side
They surround the new one, all up

Then I knew there was joy indeed
To be a solitary tower
Than to have friends for a while
And have them disappear in a shower

-Jan @jahnavigouri

Hi dears, how are you all doing? I was a bit busy with many obligations of my life that I was not able to post anything for a long time. This is a poem that I wrote about how we compare ourselves to others without actually knowing the reality of things. Remember the grass always looks greener on the other side but it is rarely true. I hope you would like it ♥️

To be a child again: A poem

I would sit here forever, if I could go back to the childhood I had lost
To the little joys that were heaven and the ones that haunted like ghosts
I would go back again and be unaware of the injustices our world host
But this dream I would never fulfil and so I throw it by the rocks

I wish to view the world again, my innocence will be my dock
A little girl can keep her sadness hidden, smile will be my cloak
I shall never wonder about the time or the many looming clocks
I would just go on slowly and slowly away with the worldly flow

I used to make paper aeroplanes and fly them high but not up to the sky
When misery came to knock at my door, I used to silently cry
Nothing pained me more than saying momentary goodbyes
To those I loved dearly and the ones I would never see another time

I still remember the days when everything was gold and nice
When everything you wished for came with no price
When everything you wanted was happiness and good smiles
If I could get my childhood again I will walk miles and miles

I want back those days when the Russian tales shaped my world
When my grandma’s soft voice telling tales was the only thing I heard
Those days when I picked up the old dusty books and the pages turned
Words were my best friends and taught me everything I learned

-Jan @jahnavigouri

Childhood is a fleeting time, indeed. Isn’t it?
This poem was written as a response for the poetry completion 2023 hosted by Write the world.

The lady I’d never meet

It was a cloudy day and the sun had long since dissappeared. Me and my best friend decided to have a car ride to the beach. We loved beaches so much and was excited when my cousins who had just arrived from London, two days back offered to come with us. Issac and Annette were twins who displayed outrageous behaviour in my grandma’s sense of words but we did not turn down their wish to accompany us. Hence we got into our car with my best friend offering to drive this time.

The twins eagerly took the seat behind us and promised to behave to our grandma who expressed deep concern. As the music from the radio blasted Issac and Annette started to sing with it and I decided to look out the window and find joy in the sightseeing unlike my friend who decided to grumble about it.

My grandma lived in a countryside and riding through countrysides always gave immense peace to my mind. And it was not just me who shared the thought but even Issac and Annette took the joy to stop their singing once in a while and remark with ‘ooooh’ and ‘Wows’ to everything they spotted in the countryside.

During this time, I took joy in watching the cloudy sky washing away any signs of rain and it was then that I was suddenly called away from the sky to look at a lady nobly dressed in a polka dot dress. The lady was wearing a huge hat that I could not see her face. When I passed her by I thought how there were about no chances I would ever met her again and how maybe I would never see the face behind that hat, like ever. This made me wonder about the uncertanity and mystery that surrounds life itself like a cloak. This was the very thought I pondered over in my mind till me, my friend and my little cousins reached the beach.

-Jan @jahnavigouri

Hi, readers! How are you all doing? This is the first time I am trying my hands at creative non-fiction. I would really like to hear what you think about it in the comments below and also tell me have you ever had such sudden moments when the reality of the world around you came tumbling upon you? See you again in my next post ♥️

Card board people: A poem

Card board people make their way to me
And tell me about their lovely life
About how they’re everything I never will be
Their words come as draggers and knife
I wonder, how they are always so happy and free
When I am in pain and another plight
Their life is like this row of paper trees
Cut out fine but are they ever alive

I walk back home with a wretched mind
Thinking about everything I never will have
Card board people is one of their kind
To make me feel like a nothing in the sand
Their worlds are something I won’t find
Somewhere I would never land
I think so and in sleep I would cry
And wish for things I wanted so hard

Now I stay away from card board people
And their ‘make you feel bitter’ wand
I don’t want them again to peep in
To my life and make me feel all so sad

-Jan @jahnavigouri

Little Girl: A poem

She gathered up thorns, from her past
And carried it while the breeze sang
She walked and walked, oh so fast
Till she reached her den to a dance so grand

Her home was small but a weary nest
Away from sadness and pain and dread
In her home, the little girl would rest
Then to sleep and to dreamlands she led

Her mind was filled with daydreams grand
Of happiness and joy, and mythical lands
And how she would be the queen herself
When the time had come and misery fled

She made sand castles with her thoughts
And when the waves lashed up, they were gone
Poor little girl cried in vain and then hope
Never to regain her sand castles all lost

Her dreamlands turned dry and then were gone
To where the little girl would never ever follow
She cried and heard her none but a few
She cried for wishes, she wanted to be true

Jan @jahnavigouri

Garden of lost thoughts: A poem

A garden of lost thoughts, I now guard
They want to get out and it is so hard
To keep them down and call them unsmart
To pretend I hate them and cry at last

I try to hold them but away they dart
To a place where pretence could not last
I cage them so they won’t have to start
A story of something lost in the past

Pictures of happiness they draw in my mind
When world bides for the cruel and unkind
Footsteps of a time when I tainted my side
And fled from good and told many lies

These thoughts roam my streets all tied
They jump and dance but they won’t rhyme
If I let them out, they walk me back in time
To days when I was hurt and said I’m fine

-Jan @jahnavigouri

The lost me: A poem

I have long since forgotten who I was
And the tales of the old that kept me smart
The bridges made for me by loving hands
The one that is broken and buried in sand

I walk back the land to search for the lost
Everything that was me that is now all tossed
To a death so quick and a mystery not old
A box made so tiny and hard to hold

I walk on the waters to feel the new breeze
That has kept me awake on nights and still it freeze
My mind so young but harden by the tease
That has aged like those ancient trees

The life I have jumped into wasn’t right for me
It screams and echoes like a turning sea
I escaped its grasp but not long to see
The hope in the corner waiting by the the trees

-Jan @jahnavigouri13

As war raged: A poem

The sky slowly brought darkness
My mind a turning sea
I walked looking for a quietness
But found my life too deep
Leaving my homeland as war raged
The dark enveloping my heart
I asked, “Will this ever stop?”
Silence answered me

My country turned to ashes
As soldiers paraded into streets
Beauty turned to blackness
As bombs rang as the greets
Children becoming homeless
In time too short to treat
My only hope in this hopeless
Is that the sun still rises in the east

-Jan @jahnavigouri

Upon the sky: A poem

Away, away from your reach
Resides a dream upon the breeze
Held together by a wish all free
Knitted from the strands of sea
Angry faces I secretly see
High on the clouds and above trees
Looking down right at me
I run from them, holding my dreams

Stones I collect and watch all day
Wishing a pearl to come my way
Months do pass and nothing change
My little dream run wild and stray
I nurture plants and wish flowers to stay
But like a promise they wither away
I wish to dance and feel wind’s play
On my face and upon earth’s wide plain

Wander and wander I truly will
And run away from their unsure grip
Upon me and hundred who had hoped
To win one day and had eventually stopped
So I decide to go on and on
To where my compass takes, it is home

-Jan @jahnavigouri