A Sand Granule

A sand granule is but an experienced stone.

Here I am, recollecting the forgotten days;

Here I am, once again, all withered, all alone.

My life has lived many ends;

All the beginnings have now started to clone.

The mysteries and thrills from the future seem to disappear;

All the ‘bonheur’ from it seems to be deboned.

And a sand granule bears alike rains, winds and sunshine,

Drifting a whole life on the same rail road,

The one seen from the grey window,

Where hangs a grey wind-chime.

Surrounded by many similar granules,

But still forlorn;

Pray, what can I be?

But an experienced stone!

Mandovi Jadoun©.

Faraz

Followed by the lurking loneliness 

Came in the memories of him 

I floated in them for a while 

Until the daylight turned dim 

I went too far

To a galaxy with a new set of stars

All studded in one curve, his smile 

He was a masterpiece of some mystique art 

His ways were relic 

Those tad imperfections almost angelic 

Cursed with wisdom in immaturity 

He was a thunder cloud with shining clarity

He was a lesson more than a lover

But I sent him away in furious fervor 

Seeking his morals, today I grow

To me,  he'll remain a blessing more than a sorrow

Mandovi Jadoun.©

The Mantra

Wish a wish

To live in immortal bliss

Love one and all

Be it a friend or foe

Seek for morals

In divinity’s apocalypse

Kiss a scar

Even on an enemy’s heart

Send smiles

Full of warmth and charity

Spread belief

In the power of Love’s art

Oh! Human

Committing sins after sins

Your fate is doomed

It wanders loose

Near eternity’s brim

Come close to humanity

Cherish kindness

With trust and sanity

Make peace

Between nature and humans  

A sinful soul you might be

But your end will come

In a profound state of vanity!

Mandovi Jadoun©

The Shout of Tolerance

You, the protagonist of my lust epics,

Worshiped zealot you are of the great amiss.

Conjurer, coveter of my armor and kin,

Despised yet adored parts you played in my sin.

Immoral was to fall for you, oh dear!

For you never wanted to feel my pain, my fear.

Illicit were the nights we spent in love and agony;

My desires still aimed to commit with you the sweet felony.

I let you decipher the bestial codes to my body,

And connived from the world my infatuation’s tragic story.

Futile was to hope for that better one-day to come,

When you’d bend down to collect my debris some.

But alas, look what has happened, oh my dear lover!

Blest I came out to be treated by your ferocity.

Today I stand on the heights and win the world,

Here the fact of your existence is cared no more by anybody.

Mandovi Jadoun©

Concept of Memories!

A certain plague of memories,

Infecting certain souls;

In the state of sanity,

Ample of those gave way to happiness.

Yet some stirred up disputes,

In the times of vanity.

As a certain mind would say to me,

Take an ordinary Philosopher’s it be;

For he says-

‘Darkness always wins the race with light!

To compliment the great happiness,

One must first contempt a true fight!’

‘Then the plague of old days may hit you in time,

And you’d cherish those thoughts merrily,

As, upon them, you’d equally whine.’

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Metamorphosis

A somber day has begun again,

Asunder my effete conscience stands.

I blame the convoluted night,

For how alone I was kept;

Loneliness brought in fears of oblivion,

Lamented my heart, my soul swept.

This grey has never protested to save me.

All the blues are unjust distorted pretext.

I need some care to end this misery.

This 'flummox' has, so far, only served death.

O’ kindness laden with fruits of calm,

Take me to the paradise of levity in love’s realm;

I am a numb fugitive of sullen profanities,

I long to feel the balminess of joy and vanity.

 Let my day begin with jubilant prays,

And my mind blossom positivity in happy sun rays;

Let my thoughts prod along uncaged, unfenced,

Hence, my demise shall be lore for generations to no extent. 

(Title credits- Delilah Das)

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Dance Joanna

Dance little Joanna,

Dance with the graceful poise.

Because as you dance in a loop,

The poison in my glass dances too.

You, an unrivaled beauty,

Defined by none, but touched by many.

You don’t even know,

Your inexperienced lecherous ways,

So humble, so naive,

Make me lose all my sobriety.

I wish people would have realized,

You are not the one to be priced.

You are intense, you can win the world.

You ought to be respected,

You belong to the greater ones.

But you do not make it out too soon,

Because if you take a prestigious path,

Who would dance for me?

Who would be the protagonist of my secret story?

So dance little Joanna,

Dance with the fullest rhythm,

Because as you dance spreading the thirst,

My eyes get dissolved in lust.

You make me forget all my stress,

You take away all my worries.

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Preaching of Reality

“When the touch of thorns is tender,

And a kiss swells hatred in the hearts.

When the cry of lapwing sounds melodious,

But the nightingale’s tear the soul apart.”

“When death delights as amusing of all,

And the smile of a child becomes remorse.

When graveyard seems perfect place to live,

But sight of the family becomes tragedy that kills.”

“When obscenities suits the ears,

And caressing gives bristles and fears.

When light of hope is found in grievance,

And love becomes a menacing vengeance.”

“It’s the state where I now find serenity.

Freedom to become what one shan’t ever be;”

Perched with guts, a human to the mighty saint,

When he was preached all about humanity.

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