Truth and Lies: A poem

Down down from my reach
I see my past and future free
Lying in an ocean alive
Aspirations that lies can’t feel

A cyclone I got myself on
Thunderstorms, I’m all alone
Rain comes on days unborn
Sun darkens, Moon it drowns

Barefoot on yellow sand
I walk and walk to places mad
Held my words, they grew fast
A smile I wait to see at last

People come and then they go
To where nobody would know
See you soons and lies from bones
Music from silent tones

Do you see me? Oh I do
Can you see me? Oh I do
Answers came, never true
Truth and lies a chain of hue

-Jan @jahnavigouri

Far away lands: A poem

With wet feet I would run down the stairs
My footsteps echoes in the hall
Then I would disappear, fast and fair
I won’t listen to their calls

Past the buildings lined with misery
A bullet staring at the heart
I would compose a contrast elegy
Away and away, I would then float

I would run to that moddish meadow
And grasslands standing there tall
I would never return to that old willow
To joys and sorrows small

Here I would leave people far behind
A hidden rock in the banks
I would put in my pocket there to remind
My past falling through the cracks

Rhymes to the sky I would sing
Then a lullaby one for the sad
Then to the broken branches I cling
Away I would go to far away lands

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Greeting the future: A poem

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

Odd one : A poem

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

Dulcet of ambivalence : A poem

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

Red lady: A poem

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

Mystery: A poem

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

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?

By the window: A poem

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