Its fifteen to nine,
I jump into my Car
Press the accelerator
Hope I’ll reach on time.
The roads are mad as usual
I suddenly wish to be a sleek reptile
To Crawl through bright burning Machines
That give out smoke and smell foul.
Its now 12 to nine.
My foot is no more with the accelerator.
All three of us are still passive and cold
The RJ sounds as monotonous as the traffic time.
Right Across da road, I envy the others for whom
The Traffic signal greens and so do I with envy.
A beggar girl watches em all flaccidly
Something has to be eaten soon.
Alas!You dreamer of Day,
Too soon than you imagined
The pricey SUV has subdued you
Under its tyres in black and gray
This may be was your Destiny Foretold,
Your Parents should be…
(But Do they even exist???)
And where is the SUV In paint Gold???
I think Some Crowd has Gathered around her
She may survive if some good samaritan comes across
That is if she is alive by da time.
I can even see a huge pool of blood over there.
Anyway the signal has mercifully gone green
I would have Died in this summer morning heat
Why to think bout what has not happened???
I jus avoid such incidents to be seen.
Jayasri
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Dreaming solitude
Let me and my dreams alone,
Alone by the grugling cascade,
Where water shall reflect
Me to my silent dreams
Oft in a starry night,
I woke up to myself and ask,
To where do I do and what do I seek
If to achieve was to lose,
then what did I gain?
Summer went,winter came
Time flew like storms devast houses.
Still pondering over achievements,
I hoped to decide…
To lose and gain or to gain and lose
I am to no one and no one is to me
Then why do I stand
On barren and lonely crossroads
Without any light
To follw rules and bound to ties
Is not what I seek
My destiny lies in solitude
Waiting to mate with my dreams meek.
I am to my Dreams what solitude
Is to my imagination bleak.
- Jayasri
Alone by the grugling cascade,
Where water shall reflect
Me to my silent dreams
Oft in a starry night,
I woke up to myself and ask,
To where do I do and what do I seek
If to achieve was to lose,
then what did I gain?
Summer went,winter came
Time flew like storms devast houses.
Still pondering over achievements,
I hoped to decide…
To lose and gain or to gain and lose
I am to no one and no one is to me
Then why do I stand
On barren and lonely crossroads
Without any light
To follw rules and bound to ties
Is not what I seek
My destiny lies in solitude
Waiting to mate with my dreams meek.
I am to my Dreams what solitude
Is to my imagination bleak.
- Jayasri
Faaltooest verses
Accidental Flashes
The songs have lost all meanings,
They mean nothing but
vain pomp and unmusical beats
On a larger scale
They are defined as
My life without you
Break my heart since
it can't stop loving you
so much that it doesn't realize
There may be some time
In the lonely, winter, distant air
I may just vainly,desperately
try to hate you, loathe you
jus may try...
Meteorite my earth
Make it hard
Break it without mercy
Oh!Come on...Please..
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O Graceful Almighty! Give me strength
to reach out to my soul
Let me carry it with me
whenever I step out
I don't want to become like them
They are good but not me
My verses are like my mind
Wandering, undecisive and weary
Help me gain a light
Let me have faith in you
Where do I seek inspiration from
Its all celebrated
What I seek is very ordinary
........I think I give up......
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I think, therefore I am
I am witty thats what I think
But what am I?
"Witty" cries my mind aloud
A child's eyes seem more proud
All long the mellow solitude
I think what I write is not worth a penny
A train going off the track
I have to say so much
Time seems short so does the paper
I am grasping for breath
Help...Hold...Fire, my soul burns
What is this existance
Our Intellect is but a bird of gold
That isn't allowed to nurture
in this sly world real
And so,Wit is no more pivot than sense.
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The world has kissed my soul with its pain,
asking for its return in verses.
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It was always lying there
in the womb of my soul
Like a prisoner behind the bars
Like being there without
knowing its own identity.
When people asked about it
I used to stare or stammer
Like an eight year old
Upon a shooting star
Now I know
I have a goal in life
To prove, To win, to survive
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The songs have lost all meanings,
They mean nothing but
vain pomp and unmusical beats
On a larger scale
They are defined as
My life without you
Break my heart since
it can't stop loving you
so much that it doesn't realize
There may be some time
In the lonely, winter, distant air
I may just vainly,desperately
try to hate you, loathe you
jus may try...
Meteorite my earth
Make it hard
Break it without mercy
Oh!Come on...Please..
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O Graceful Almighty! Give me strength
to reach out to my soul
Let me carry it with me
whenever I step out
I don't want to become like them
They are good but not me
My verses are like my mind
Wandering, undecisive and weary
Help me gain a light
Let me have faith in you
Where do I seek inspiration from
Its all celebrated
What I seek is very ordinary
........I think I give up......
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I think, therefore I am
I am witty thats what I think
But what am I?
"Witty" cries my mind aloud
A child's eyes seem more proud
All long the mellow solitude
I think what I write is not worth a penny
A train going off the track
I have to say so much
Time seems short so does the paper
I am grasping for breath
Help...Hold...Fire, my soul burns
What is this existance
Our Intellect is but a bird of gold
That isn't allowed to nurture
in this sly world real
And so,Wit is no more pivot than sense.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------------------------
The world has kissed my soul with its pain,
asking for its return in verses.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
---------------------------------------------------------------------
It was always lying there
in the womb of my soul
Like a prisoner behind the bars
Like being there without
knowing its own identity.
When people asked about it
I used to stare or stammer
Like an eight year old
Upon a shooting star
Now I know
I have a goal in life
To prove, To win, to survive
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Mask of gaiety
Today I can cry
Tearing apart the hood of gaiety
Peeling away the foil of mirth
Crushing to bits the mask of laughter
I smile, I speak
I seem to be basking in the glow of the sun
Oh! But I have a heart like you
And you thought it never felt any gloom
I can’t complain for long,
I can’t sing my mournful song
You seem to be away…far away
You can’t listen to me and I have a lot to say
But no longer I need to laugh or speak
It is sheer solitude that I seek,
My eyes will silently comfort the grief of my heart
Covering its wound is after all no less than art.
- Jayasri
Tearing apart the hood of gaiety
Peeling away the foil of mirth
Crushing to bits the mask of laughter
I smile, I speak
I seem to be basking in the glow of the sun
Oh! But I have a heart like you
And you thought it never felt any gloom
I can’t complain for long,
I can’t sing my mournful song
You seem to be away…far away
You can’t listen to me and I have a lot to say
But no longer I need to laugh or speak
It is sheer solitude that I seek,
My eyes will silently comfort the grief of my heart
Covering its wound is after all no less than art.
- Jayasri
I...a statue
It’s a storeroom of statues
Near the extention of Aravallies,
A little room of twenty nine statues
The little store keeper is restless
He sits on his chair
Then stands up.
He keeps his specs and dusting brush
And attempts to liven up the statues
To make them viceless humans
(Vice less humans ?...ha! ha! ha! ha!)
Again he waves his hands,
The statues are statues
No movements...
Let me tell you a secret,
The statues would come to life
Only when the keeper would leave
He mutters something now
Counts the statues
Leaves…
The statues brighten up now,
The cheer, the laugh,the shout
It’s an interesting show
The door opens now,
Enter another statue…
In the storeroom,
My Classroom…I a statue
- Jayasri
Near the extention of Aravallies,
A little room of twenty nine statues
The little store keeper is restless
He sits on his chair
Then stands up.
He keeps his specs and dusting brush
And attempts to liven up the statues
To make them viceless humans
(Vice less humans ?...ha! ha! ha! ha!)
Again he waves his hands,
The statues are statues
No movements...
Let me tell you a secret,
The statues would come to life
Only when the keeper would leave
He mutters something now
Counts the statues
Leaves…
The statues brighten up now,
The cheer, the laugh,the shout
It’s an interesting show
The door opens now,
Enter another statue…
In the storeroom,
My Classroom…I a statue
- Jayasri
Ode to my pen
Standing erect,
Held close to my heart
It flows… flows through the
Realms of my imagination…
My despair
Kissing the paper with its brazen tips,
Brazen, blue, venomous lips,
Soils the white emptiness of the paper
Makes it worthy of my possess forever
My wand, my magic, my Knight in shining armor
Thou art my friend, confidante…
My sole companion here.
Summer, spring, winter, rain,
Name the season when you weren’t there,
To soothe me, comfort me, cheer me,
Bring me victory in pains and moments dear.
I remember the days, noons and twilights
When the world held me out of its sight,
When you came to my rescue,
Gave me reason to carry on… in words so few.
Today the world wants to be in my sight
There is no lonely darkness in this array of light.
But this journey, this saga of ours shall be history.
What makes me write these lines…?
To me is still a mystery
All I feel is that you are deserting me…
Deserting the path of your existence
And I stand here helpless,
You perish while I try to conquer my inner mayhem.
Your life is but in drops fated few
When they shall be gone
You shall be away,
Far to a distance unsought.
And there shall be a new one,
Trying to replace you and your memories
I shall find you in none
For sacred are the thoughts that brought us together in peace.
- Jayasri
Held close to my heart
It flows… flows through the
Realms of my imagination…
My despair
Kissing the paper with its brazen tips,
Brazen, blue, venomous lips,
Soils the white emptiness of the paper
Makes it worthy of my possess forever
My wand, my magic, my Knight in shining armor
Thou art my friend, confidante…
My sole companion here.
Summer, spring, winter, rain,
Name the season when you weren’t there,
To soothe me, comfort me, cheer me,
Bring me victory in pains and moments dear.
I remember the days, noons and twilights
When the world held me out of its sight,
When you came to my rescue,
Gave me reason to carry on… in words so few.
Today the world wants to be in my sight
There is no lonely darkness in this array of light.
But this journey, this saga of ours shall be history.
What makes me write these lines…?
To me is still a mystery
All I feel is that you are deserting me…
Deserting the path of your existence
And I stand here helpless,
You perish while I try to conquer my inner mayhem.
Your life is but in drops fated few
When they shall be gone
You shall be away,
Far to a distance unsought.
And there shall be a new one,
Trying to replace you and your memories
I shall find you in none
For sacred are the thoughts that brought us together in peace.
- Jayasri
Ode to my doggie:)
Stand by me…
Rip apart the need of words
Stolen away from the heart yet skeptic
Yearning for solace…
Not in words but in your presence
The secret weep of my heart
Is what I unfold today
To thank you, to cherish you
To reveal what my words could never say
I ain’t the Latin American poet
Who glides through expressions profound
I’m but a humble soul
Struggling to find the words unbound
It was when the world stood aloof
Far, at a distance, giving me unwanted solitude
I was trying to find answers,
For questions that refused to get me understood
Oh! What mayhem, what bizarre
What venomous solitude was that
When I needed them the most
Unflinching suffering was what came back.
That was when you stood by me
Stood by me through mayhems innumerable
Comforted me through tears unforgettable
Helped me feel what it was to be loved n cared for
Helped me feel what it was like to be felt for
Now what shall I call that slide of time
Tears bought along the alchemy of your support…
As if I was never meant to be deprived
Destiny plans its tune in accord surprised
What was that oasis of your stand?
When you defined the world to stand by me,
To comfort me and hold me
Only to see me believe once more in the joke of life
Alas! The words still betray me,
This upsurge of memories still
Become the man from Polfrock
Who ruins me of my humble composure
Today, I shall need you again
Hold me…
Stay by me and I shall withstand
Any blow of this rakish time
A poet feels powerless by your presence
For he too needs words to create essence
The glow of your warm soul leaves me as tranquil
As a dip in Nerudian poetic Bowl.
Jayasri
Rip apart the need of words
Stolen away from the heart yet skeptic
Yearning for solace…
Not in words but in your presence
The secret weep of my heart
Is what I unfold today
To thank you, to cherish you
To reveal what my words could never say
I ain’t the Latin American poet
Who glides through expressions profound
I’m but a humble soul
Struggling to find the words unbound
It was when the world stood aloof
Far, at a distance, giving me unwanted solitude
I was trying to find answers,
For questions that refused to get me understood
Oh! What mayhem, what bizarre
What venomous solitude was that
When I needed them the most
Unflinching suffering was what came back.
That was when you stood by me
Stood by me through mayhems innumerable
Comforted me through tears unforgettable
Helped me feel what it was to be loved n cared for
Helped me feel what it was like to be felt for
Now what shall I call that slide of time
Tears bought along the alchemy of your support…
As if I was never meant to be deprived
Destiny plans its tune in accord surprised
What was that oasis of your stand?
When you defined the world to stand by me,
To comfort me and hold me
Only to see me believe once more in the joke of life
Alas! The words still betray me,
This upsurge of memories still
Become the man from Polfrock
Who ruins me of my humble composure
Today, I shall need you again
Hold me…
Stay by me and I shall withstand
Any blow of this rakish time
A poet feels powerless by your presence
For he too needs words to create essence
The glow of your warm soul leaves me as tranquil
As a dip in Nerudian poetic Bowl.
Jayasri
The winter sun
The Winter sun
As the frozen breath rose from my lazy yawn,
I saw the austere sun kiss the sky of dawn,
Through the misty windows, I saw,
Fair skins shielded by fur and yarn.
My vision is still, the air is frozen,
My soul yearns for nothing more,
Than the warmth of the winter sun.
There was some fire in the mind,
It died slowly, amid souls cold and unkind.
This too shall pass; spring shall brings some flowers,
Don’t be elated, O winter sun,
When the summer comes, they will hate you greater
-Jayasri
As the frozen breath rose from my lazy yawn,
I saw the austere sun kiss the sky of dawn,
Through the misty windows, I saw,
Fair skins shielded by fur and yarn.
My vision is still, the air is frozen,
My soul yearns for nothing more,
Than the warmth of the winter sun.
There was some fire in the mind,
It died slowly, amid souls cold and unkind.
This too shall pass; spring shall brings some flowers,
Don’t be elated, O winter sun,
When the summer comes, they will hate you greater
-Jayasri
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