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

Deceived : A poem

The night speaks of the coldness
The day has gifted me in its hands
The loneliness drips from my window
I open eyes to see where they would land

This day I was shredded to pieces
By hands that I once called my kin
Before I never minded the teases
But from you, they feel like my sin

Friend, you were in my darkness
The hand holding the light
My heart was taken by your kindness
I was blinded from the ugly side

The mask fell of the minute
He told everybody what were your crimes
I was then the one to ensure
That he was the one, you are the kind

They believed me as they did you
Alas, then I never knew your ways
But I now I know for sure, this
For saving you I was the one to blame

Now I could feel the aftermath
Coming to hit me standing in shame
The words you uttered were nonsense
But they believed just as I did back in the days

I could now only stand and wait
For time to slowly start replaying your game
Then I won’t be the one to run
And you the one feeling that same pain

-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 ♥️

To a friend: A poem

I have never known anyone like you
To remind me there is still beauty to be lived
You had bought me once to tears
When you asked me ‘Why don’t you feel?”

We would’ve been the best of friends
If I have known you a little bit more
But then the world came crashing down
And the viruses had their stroll

I said I would never write about us
But now I miss you the most
When I see friends all around me
And think about the ones I lost

I know you must have new friends now
And your sisters must be now all grown
We don’t talk anymore but
That don’t mean our friendship is gone 

Do you still think about me when
Someone talk about the colour red
And how we strolled through the gardens
And sang during classes instead

If you ever want a friend then
Remember you always have a friend in me
I hope on some of your tranquil moments
It would be my face that you’d see

-Jan @jahnavigouri

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.

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