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
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
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
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
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
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
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?
Moon in my window
I can see that you’re watching me
Soon by my willow
I can hear your voice in the sea
Thousand miles we go
It is not that old little me
Million memories grow
In bend and forgotten trees
Ancient rhythms sow
A tale so old to preach
My mind it sings low
For a nameless land I reach
I see my window
It stands miles away from me
My old bend willow
Your thoughts drown now in my sea
-Jan @jahnavigouri
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
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
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