Wonderful

Every year
Every one near
May know the only holy one,ever so dear.
Who wept for his friend Lazarus.
Mary and Martha saw him.
Verily verily, spake he ,with great sorrow in  every tear
Taught us, pray aright.
Amazing grace
Wonderful.
That day.  With a loud voice.
He made the dead arise.

Its a small world,
Bound and nailed on a cross ,tall and wide.
Where horizons are seen in lonely eyes,
Promising newness and a rainbow smile
For the Father's love ,for Man,Woman and child,He died.
Verily verily ,speaking yet.
Very thirsty yet forgave he ,with great wounds on every side.
Amazing grace
Wonderful.
The third day.  Ever so quietly,so very quickly,
Rose the Vanquisher of death.

Spoke he, surely ever so quickly would he come again.
Nights and days , passing too quickly. Awaits he for the Father's  command.
Sufficient with evil ,day by day, they call one another.
Are they ready?
Preparing , preparing Maybe.
Verily verily, having spoken.
Stones may break forth ,rend to raise their heart with great praise.
Amazing grace
Wonderful.
This day ,even so unprepared, Who am i. Where was i. As i stand and confess.
Having judged one and another,in a world , truly ruthless.

Larks for a lapdance

The nudes are few these days
The kind which made sorrow smile
Not those, not those at all
Which swell the night with a lapdance
And grab every penny by chance.
The scores of beauty in every land
You know, when they stand
Their shoulders and thighs shaped in command
Tearing a way in eyes for keenest flexibilities,
And then shake they their booty.
Soft as softness ought to be
Walking as they owned and won,the sunny sun in the bright day run .
Not easy to say cheers and see them fake fun.

Would i not raise my glass
Why wouldnt i,
And drink the finest charm and spark
For the young and old dying lark.
For the young and old dying lark

Dreams are shared here,
In signs ,revolts,voices and awards.
As walking as they come ,
they reap their dilapidated reward.
Loved by some,
Unfiltered and touched by many.

No eyes to look in them
Such is the truth, to see them.
A heart to tease them,makes them uncanny.
They may flutter and fall and fade
May leave you unconcerned for a day
Dreams and larks just dont leave the stay
Them fiercest of nudes dont come like yesterday.
They just dont come
Dont they.
Its our going toward this headlong ditch
Its the heap of shame sets one apart.
There aint bare warnings , no bite no bark.
The finest of rum doesnt give me my sway,in any way,
Lost their way i say
Lost their way in the dark.
Yet a little tear,tearing its way through,in all flexibilities.

DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE.  02022021

As Wretched as we are

In the morning
When time lingers
A tick for a dime , mingles
A memory so bad nutured in dirt and slime.

A red sun rises , Surprises
Every day , shoots a new ray
Darkness confounded in the fray of May
Imagine a beginning for the end of days.

The window , a passage for words
In quiteness , followed by strangers.
Carries away itself in danger
They who stand by,shaking their legs also linger.

And so it is, stood beside me, a thought,
without a form of any sort, saying
They swell to lick one another , sadly
Serving the greed of ungodly desires.

The door,near the desk,just like the lip.
Struggled itself to keep shut
Here gathered inside,a wind so smooth and swift
Keeping all confident and quiet.

As wretched as we are,all strangers and some rangers.
Talks and walks dont help to reach now
Noel ,the word not forgotten in the how-ness time
Remember him,Who judges all in these times.

DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 11012021

The Wind and me

She looked as the night
Walking toward nothing,without any delight.
Not a shiver nor turning her head
Is this the ignorance in her,
Or mere show of inscrutable pride.

Here, i don't know her.

Wanderings in a lane,through a maze.
I,all alone did feel the lonely wind blow,
Moving as a husking bee , beside me.
To sting a breath of coolness on my  sweating brow.

Here it seems,
Seated in herself on a chair of the evening.

A voice id never forget
Surpassed through the smiling air.
Those fingers id never forget
Lovely as ever,silent as never.
A night among all nights, she remains
On an evening chair,on those mazed mirrors.
With her reflections, alI upright.
Herself she turned away ,then.
Quickly as in a mould with molten fire,
Turneth to the hammer's desire.

And the wind says to me,then.
Superior is she,as her graces unfold.
Walk away brother.
Walk away,
Walk away.
Before she sings as a nightingale.

DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 01092017.

Far down south

A mellow voice,sweet dew bestowed
Trees and trees i see,flourishing
Some overgrown,their leaves drunk in serious rustling.
Some yet to grow,they have no eyes nor the brow.
They all be wood,
Some for fire
Some for unstaring at a furbished desire.

The mellow voice , remains unfilled.
Hear, those trees did speak some things
Among themselves all alive
Together building a university of sleep,
Silence deeply rooted with grounded feet
A caravan prepared in moving, dreaming deep.
They all be good,
Some for birds
Some for their nests

The repetitions are here made same
Them trees look the same,having slept. Without eyes,standing tall and wide.
No balcony door by them is ever touched
Never to ambitions do they cleave.
But for the morning dew,their rustling leaves wait to weave.
Nor have they suffered knocks,their fruit is what they give.
They all be food
Some for the soil in the soul
Some for them souls neath the voice mellow.

DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 28102016.

Honor thy Mother.

Honor thy Mother.

I have to return home everyday

and I do,

But never on time.

My sisters,they help me

There are they who never return,Never.

Their frames hang in vain.

My Mother awaits my return

Everyday,she does.

and always sees the passing time.

My sisters,they tell me.

I'd never understand her,throughout eternity

Her ways and her love for us for ever.

DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 18112016.

Boxing days are here again.

In churning hopelessness
Continues a flow speech and drama
Out of nowhere cometh a punch
Shaking the nerve bone and muscle
In every long and short hustle.
Yeah i trained meself in fights
Not too hard for a proper damage
Nor to prove meself or for an exhibition.
But to judge and act justly.
To smile on those cuts and bruises
To amend the sway as i walk in the way.

That fury never passes away
Those appreciations come everyday
Should never beat a fool they say,
Try beat his foolishness,for it remains.
Truth lies not in gain but in bitter pain
A stranger who knows you may say
I ve never seen this before
You the best,you the winner
Show him the sinner
Show him the hard worker
Show him your walk in the way.

DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 05102016