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
I am nothing,truly.
A tree without fruit and leaves
Where birds don't abide
And no garden beside
Nor does the river run by my side.
My shadow it seems on a lease
Shunned in the everlasting frenzy winter breeze.
There is nothing to yearn for
An outcast,under no law.
I am nothing,somehow never giving up
A lady taught me the worth of words
With her fingers and sharp snappy voice used for herds.
Saw i always a simple hope in her eyes
She showed how the butterfly flies
Nothing that i am there i realised.
I was never known
I thought then i was feared.
"No one touches you when you with me"
I'd say, but now you see
As nothing as i am,though born free.
Someone does fight the winter here
All alone , everywhere but never near.
Thus on me the cold wind blows
Seeing hate for me in everyone's eyes.
But this is unwise
As nothing as i am,i have to rise deep
Without fruit and leaf
Or no one beside nor the water to seap.
For there's some hope in her agile eyes,
There's beauty,as she shows the butterfly flies.
DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE . 24072016.
Sometimes we dont know,why?
Why are we here?
Our given lives,decisions and choices
Terrible are they
If not done in time.
There's nothing , still?
What have we done?
With achievements,honor and pride
If not useful
For people,different from our tribe
The river of life, Oh! How so wide
They strive,and row against the tide
They know to hide,in every side
Those who've tried, thrive
Never waste time.
DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 14072016.
Take them to the woods
For a story to be told
In the bloodiest of thirsty History
Nuturing fury
Their shadows tear flesh
They can't change in changing
A little push,their soul is avenging.
No judge no jury
Runts and thugs may arrive,to strive
Time never trades,fight and be alive
Measured and watched for,drag them.
Prove,the good are unsavoury.
DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 13072016.
The kiss of the faithful
Dies with a smile
A spark in the eyes, to hold on
No words spoken.
A green old door before my face
Being shut, shuts the night and it's tries
Swinging buttoned to hinges
Sleeves freedom before the night dies
Opening itself,to show and let go
A region covers from dark to black
To rip their skins, their shame to sort
Their bones are brittle
The soot they hold as they rot
Surfaced from the ungodly anger.
And so,we outline our memories
Our dreams,a future or stories
Within lines,in sentences secret
All the soot and the anger
Rips it's way to set apart,in regret
A new version of dark ungodly spots
Reflected in those sparks and smiles
At closed lips,the kiss of the faithful lies
In those unspoken untended words
Absorb black.
DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 11072016.
Some brands chime
Some consider greater options
Some stand and apologize
They the withdrawn,dispatched.
Mostly condescend.
Destinies radically fulfilled
Managements relinquish desires
Statements trickle puzzles
Approvals in agreeing arguments
Mostly failed
Some are ravished
Some leave,addressed and directed
Some scoff and say,okay
They need the good and the luck
Mostly selfish concerns.
Better the morsel of a dry resolve
Outlives those who sometimes evolve.
They who author movements,somehow wait
Independence is out,fat and tate.
Mostly appetizing bribes.
DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 01072016.
For some reason
This rainy season
Sadness engulfs me
My broken part suffers long
For things done wrong
And all my arms
Which brought them harm
Need the rest she gave me
She kissed me well then
Then in her,was real warm
All my knuckles and all my blows
Learning in me to be slow
Swift for them,fights on the streets
Flaws and Bloody days are gone
Pain i reap,for the things done wrong
DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 01072016.
As it is, longings never cease.
At the feet of the big wooden bed i feel,
I search sometimes ,A world forgotten
Where hands don't reach.
A Childhood lived and gone
Having done no wrong
So stands the big wooden bed
Its feet havent moved since,not grown,never fed.
Darkness hides its lot to make some joy
Under the big wood trusts his abode.
Loathed in dust,Undiscovered and dry.
Where hands can't reach and time doesn't cry.
Here slept everyone,resting their soul
Yet the walk of youth searches a goal
An Unapproven stand,the bed holds
All alone and old,never found its fold.
DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 24062016
A mountain covered with ice
No animals and no vice
Streams frozen , Men in desertion
Winter the season of death and dice.
A stony house,with a stable and mare
The fireplace seeks hands to share
Infringing territory has its aversion.
Smoke screams away from the fuming red flare
The ice snarls, seeing their covering,
The blue sky,secrets a saffron hovering.
Be on your way,sighs the diversion
Use some whiskey,hide all suffering.
DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 16062016
I have forgotten much
I can't rehearse her touch
She the woman with a good fragrance
She played the piano then
The evenings burnt,as musk in sand
Selflessly giving his story in her hands
Lay bare the piano fronting her temperance
Heavy doors bolt remembrance
Dark as it was,it reflected her inverse
Made us make,to hear her,grandeur verse
Parched the throat and thirst made worse.
Sorched her face with a beaming grace.
She left the piano then,through those doors
Had a child of her own,she doesn't owe
The piano awaits her,she doesnt know
Heavy doors latched,enclosured in remembrance.
DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 16062016
I ain't lover of beauty
Nor a respecter of persons,am i.
In pretence,and in subtlety
I am gentle to nature and kind.
I collect old buildings,pocketing my dreams in fullness
Silent den of tenants and misers
I collect them to imagine newness,
Difference volleys a distance,thus making me wiser.
Conflicts i bear to stand,
Some in the heart,some right tearing one apart.
These buildings pillared in the greyness of gumption.
Have sutured their cracks with the conflicts of assumption.
They aint the trees,
Whose branches spurt buds and leaves
Having the same old windows and the same old doors,opened but always closed
I collect these buildings to sort my dreams.
As tenants, my dreams might stay
Being favoured by them,in rooms night and day.
Being favoured by their windows and doors,unlatched.
The staircase unmoved,makes me wiser.
DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 15062016
A bulb burning bright
A frame with a cross,silent as a kite
The untuned radio holds nostalgia.
A creepy little clock
Alarming a certain sunrise mock
Everyday,the day draws its deluded mania
All thoughts turn thorns
Feelings perspired and gone
This roar of age exults euphoria
The way is divided
All paths misguided,reasons flourish
At the voice of demented hysteria.
A craving to remember
Hours of warmness,gifted by summer
Insomnia seated on a seat of phobia
Half way home,with a mirror and comb,
In seemless attire,does not stop to roam,
Unrecognizable is the shame of schizophrenia.
DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 0762016.
