The star: A poem

The universe once sent a star my way
It happened 13 days ago from today
The star blinded me with its bright ray
But in the end all left was the colour gray

The star made poetry and made me wonder
It erased everything that made me suffer
Made me promise I will stay alive forever
But it forgot I was just a wanderer

I showed the star, the ways of humans
It got blinded by my human innocence
Told me aliens don’t think that way
Wiped my tears as I cried for days

I learnt its ways and became it’s own
A starlet singing those alien songs
Holding its hands but it burned my skin
Pretending to leave then coming back in

Then stopped by the 13th night
The day I made darkness from light
Star said ‘goodbye’ as I went away
Never to cross paths ever again

-Jan @jahnavigouri

Addiction: A poem

My addictions grab me by the throat
I struggle and tremble then I choke
I try to escape but gets interwined more
Everything leave me and sadness pour

I asked myself,’where is she?’
My tainted soul is no more me
I am trapped in the depth of a gigantic sea
Trying to escape but never free

My time is eaten up and is never mine
I try to smile but is never fine
Everyone enjoying life like aged wine
While I cry in the darkness alone at night

I feel like I am swimming endlessly
Trying to find my way through this sea
But my addictions pull me down into the deep
I keep trying and but can’t be free

-Jan @jahnavigouri

To dwell upon sadness: A poem

I am a good person to noone
And I never will be
Till the day, death knocks on my door
I will be waiting for thee

I can’t stay and cry forever
Because forever isn’t mine
I wish we will see again never
Otherwise I would’ve to hide

I am not staying for a goodbye
As goodbyes are so hard to say
But sorry for all the lies
They are the reason I can’t stay

As tears stream down my face
Monsters awake in my mind
I am trying to escape their gaze
But they are telling me to go die

If only I could escape somehow
From this anxeity keeping me enslaved
I am bonded with sadness and love
All I want to do now is run and escape

-Jan @jahnavigouri

This poem is about a person who is caught in between personal anxiety and also grief caused by society, intertwined between these two they longs for an escape. They are dwelling upon the sadness from their past and anxieties about the future, all the narrator wants to do is to run away from this.

Trapped to the screen: A poem

I can’t believe, I was doing all of it
At the end, I was torn apart to bits
Everything I ever known was gone
When I got this love towards my phone

I stopped caring about all of my joys
Books were replaced by new AI toys
Everyone was asking, what happened boy
As I stopped talking, my friends turned to foes

In real life, my brain was falling apart
Grades were dropping, I still couldn’t start
My teachers were saying,’Oh but she was smart’
School became a spiral and I stopped taking part

Everyone was sleeping, but I was sleepless at night
All I could think of was my phone when away from its light
My hands were trapped and I was in a plight
With an enemy called addiction, I did fight

People online seemed to be always in a cheer
And I thought how my life was bad, dear
I was knee deep into the scrolling, I fear
That whenever I broke apart I went back in tears

In the end, I had a broken heart and pain
For all my wasted time, I did cry in vain
My attachment to the screen turned me insane
But in the end, I stayed away and was sane again

-Jan @jahnavigouri

I lost myself: A poem

I don’t see me in me anymore
Every ounce of me in me is gone
I will wait here for me, for evermore
But all I get is a version of me all torn

I got postcards made from regrets
And I wrote letters of guilt for me
I can’t die on the pillar of memories
But the old me, I long to see

I have walked through paths forbidden
I have seen many scary times
I lost myself at a place that was ridden
From all the cruelty yet for me to survive

I saw things I shouldn’t have ever seen
And met people who were sinners like me
In the end I lost the girl who I now long to be
Her dreams, I have shattered impulsively

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Changed Heart: A poem

He had a heart, he said one of stone
He locked its gate with an iron lock
Flocked on its boundary were silver thorns
But it was once filled with brilliant thoughts

He remembers days when he was young
He had people who loved him well
He had everyone, even two-three friends
But he was left with none in the end

It was then he learned the world’s unkind ways
From then on he was never the same
His little fragile heart was thrown away in flame
He became the fire in the midst of pain

Now people look at him then they say
How cold he is to our earthly ways
They can’t see his past drenched in rain
The little boy that still is behind the gate

-Jan @jahnavigouri

The dark side of social media

She tries and everyone else is also trying to get out of the spiral that is keeping them as a prisoner, maybe for forever. Everything is falling apart inside her mind and she wonders why her life is not as perfect as the others around her. Social media tricks you into believing you are the worst and then helps you gain your self esteem again by a pretty Instagram filter thus keeping you chained to it for self validation. Social media makes the wound and then cures it with its own hands, you can never get out of the spiral I dare you to try it. Every time you try to break down the chains of social your mind still wanders back and tricks you into taking your mobile again. Nobody realises that social media and the instant gratification it presents to us is actually having a negative impact on their mental health.

Mobile phones have also taken healthy normal social interactions away and replaced it with sophisticated meetings that are made just for the sake of new content for social media. Today it is not uncommon for us to walk in on a social gathering and find everyone not talking but having their eyes stuck on the screens. The most heart breaking thing is that when we are on the phone time flies and what we have intended as a few minutes of scrolling would lead to many unproductive wasted hours.

The thing that horrifies me the most is that children as young as three and four are now having their own mobile phones. And in a recent study it was found that the earlier a child gets her first mobile phone the more likely they are prone to severe mental health problems like depression and social anxiety.

Time would walk past us right under our nose and it would be too late when we realise it. Social media that may take a few seconds of yours at first will eventually take for you, years worth of time. One day when all is gone you would be regretting the wonderful things you must have achieved if you were not a slave to technology. The good life you must have had if you could just step out and enjoy what is around you.

I am not saying technology is a bad thing but it will turn out to be bad if you do not use it well. It is up to you to be wise, slowly escape the spiral and then be a master of technology who use it for only the good. Instead of being glued to your mobile screens, why don’t just turn it off now and go out for a bit of fresh air. There you will see a lot more life than what you will ever see here. The petrichor after a rain or the feel of the grass touching your feet you can’t get that here. Or else grab an old book that you had procrastinated on reading for a long time and start reading. Your family and friends also need you to take time to nurture your relationship with them. Before it is too late you have to get out of this spiral of instant gratification and constant scrolling. As they say, it is better late than never.

-Jan @jahnavigouri

Now or it’s never

We never knew back then: A poem

I remember days when we were younger
We thought the world was so unkind
You used to tell me it would be better
When we grow up and then we will find

We then thought what they were living
Is a life that was made up so fine
But now we look back and ponder
Then miss those young days of our life

I remember those sweet candies
That we would sneak on our way to school
Now I could only look back sadly
On how we left each other with no news

The goodbyes said on one bad Friday
Turned out as one for forever soon
We were just five stupid kids back then
Thinking forever could really be true

-Jan @jahnavigouri

Without words: A poem

Nothing I write takes a meaning
A fog is the only thing we seeing  
The chain of rhymes is deceiving
I wonder if you read my grieving

Since you left, my pages are all blank
I write nothing and memories will stand
Words do come but they can’t land
My heart echoes and my mind is mad

The rain did come but it can’t even pour
My longing heart is now one of gold
I wonder where you went now to hide
Is it by the moon or the clouds in sky

When I stand by that hill we used to like
I could see your town, one you told is mine
I wonder if I have just once tried
I won’t be standing here, hearing their lies

I am lonely now, just like my moon
I wish you will come back home soon
As words and I were friends in every doom
Now I count on time and wait till next moon

-Jan @jahnavigouri

Dying Earth : A poem

“Choices made in the present have great impact on the future”

When the last leaf has died down
And the flowers are withered as stone
What would you do, little human
Won’t you regret those years agone

You could walk with a shattered heart
But where would you walk again
When all is gone and dead and parted
Then where would you do your ugly plays

Wish, wish, wish, if the old were wise
You must not have been here, all tied
Crying as nature take the price
Watching your home, go away in time

The future wants you wise, human
The Earth begs you to be kind
Don’t make the things that nourish you
Be the hands that kill your mind

-Jan @jahnavigouri

Hi dear readers! This is a poem I wrote about how human actions done in the present can impact the future generations. Those tiny tiny actions that we give a blind eye to are those actions that will have a huge impact on our Earth’s future. Earth is our only home and it is our shared responsibility to take care of it ♥️