Blue as dusk: A poem

Eyes twinkle, stolen glitter
I wonder, they chat
Speak now and ask never
Teach them not to start

Hands together hold water
As they slip through, the crack
Mirrors fall and they shatter
Bruises in painted gaps

Ink stains and lost meadows
Endangered little hearts
Lost diaries, dark pirates
Ships sank, waters sad

Howling winds, copper breeze
Heart hollow, sadness freeze
Goodness came, I can’t release
Lone as ocean and dusk, my tea

Sun in brown, moon in blue
Nature gave its charm to you
Yellow silk, pretty hue
Happy times would arrive soon

– Jan @jahnavigouri

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

The Antarctican: A poem

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

Nutshell solitude: A poem

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

Past : A poem

I see by the river, a tree
Many great branches hanging free
Right by the riverbank, I see
A waning moon and then me

It is by this river, I loved to sit
At a past so old, a true gift
It is by this river, I had filled
My mind with wishes, which is now still

Life’s rhythm had gone uphill
When melodies broke and joy filled
A thread so old and sacred, shed
I drowned myself, as sadness fled

Leaving everything I now run
Walking away from the hand with the sun
Past shattered and then it sank
To memories went the riverbank

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Stories: A poem

Do stories grow in the trees
And fall down while in the breeze
Every heart beat frozen and lived
Walls are patched up by grief

Can I walk and cup my hand
So the stories won’t hit the sand
They would be known to the world and
I would sing them through every land

Can I tell stories about stars
That is far away from our mere gasps
Will they flourish in the skies afar
If you keep your stories hidden in a jar

Jars would be too small to keep
Stories that are so powerful and deep
The skies are waiting for the tales to leap
Into the world and far they would reach

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Is That Nobody Really Me, My poem got published at Spillwords Press

Dear readers,

I am so pleased to announce that my poem ‘Is That Nobody Really Me’ got published at Spillwords Press. I am honored to be accepted by such a prestigious magazine like Spillwords. Thanks to Dagmara. K and everyone at Spillwords’ team for accepting and publishing my work. It is truly a dream come true for me.

“The tress whispering secrets
As I walked through the path
The land washed away my sadness
And my heart slowly fell apart

Wind rhymed with melodies
That lost and became an elegy…..“

You can visit Spillwords and read my full poem here. Thank you very much for reading. I am so grateful for your support.

Love,

Jan @jahnavigouri

Girl of light: A poem

She knew her life was wounded
She glided on its broken wing
Her dreams crept a bit haunted
Love and happiness she sings

Drowning on her mind all alone,
thoughts wept in the mist
Her dreams glittered high above
A marvelous tale its gift

She cradled her fragile heart
A song blooming in it
She is a star amidst the dark,
a wonderful twinkle she lit

The universe in her life,
were stories given as a gift
Those tales whispered high above,
her name was what the stars lit

Her smile still glitters the sky
In darkness she never sit
The light she was, amidst the darkness
She was the universe’s gift

– Jan @jahnavigouri

World of lies: A poem

Where, where did the good people go?
How, how did the world become sore?
Why, why are there wars at every shore?
While children, our children cried ashore

The cruel, the cruel escaped the heat
The kind, the kind died in the fleet
The love, the love started to deceive
As every eye turned colder in greed

Hate bloomed while love withered
Roses, they lied and died with her
Children cried as lies splattered
Their last hope torn and soon scattered

The statue of the world is tainted now
I stare at my moon and we asked how
Hearts made of stone but never love
Peace fluttered away with its dove

Powerful minds are cruel under shore
My words are dark but truth they told
Happiness cried together now as four
Old rules broken and cruelty poured

Know your worth while the kingdoms sway
Hold your breath as the cruelty play
Their games of hate would soon go away
Live with hope and truth you must say

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Life: A Poem

Broken promises lying around
The clocks going round and round
My dreams sinking low and low
I walked around without a flow

Meaningless life, Meaningful lies
Trust shining as a distant line
Happy times, lonely signs
Living in the world without a fine

Mornings to night really fast
Doing things and leaving the last
Walk forward but never turn to past
But the future blurred really fast

People live and then they die
A distant past and feeling high
Living life but filled with sighs
They walked past me without a ‘bye’

-Jan @jahnavigouri