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Jwala Kay Jul 2013
"Every single morning
for past forty-three years,
with a greased head
and a goofy smile,
he appreciates and ponders
about silly things:
his milk cartons,
all rusty pipes,
Rabbi's vintage car,
the berry shrubs,
and
her warm smile."

"Sweet Pea,
little did he know
that
she loves him too."
"A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved."
           ~ Kurt Vonnegut in The sirens of Titan.
Jwala Kay Jun 2013
"She twirls for couple of minutes
and looks for you in the crowd,
in that rolling second of
her moving glance
you better stay there calm
and with that sweet smile
ready enough to tell her that
you know her over dreams,
you know she'll look for you,
you know that she is the angel
who kisses you with her dance
to turnado for orchestra
and cries 'til you write her
in all good sentences.
Maybe she is long gone and
more virtual for love and hurt.
Maybe she can help you
throw yourself in fire and
jump out of this **** window
crashing all the gleaming glass
making you fly all the way down
through, let's say, a 50 stories
before you join her force
to fight all the resistance
in your brain and the reality that kills
your heart, bone and raw flesh
and woah, good that she keeps
you all in her good intentions."
...sang an upbeat *sucidist*
Jwala Kay Mar 2013
I have twenty one years made and done
‘til now, and maybe a few more,
then I can shed and stop.

The day when I need not feel
clumsy on a good lecture.
I need not get stumped on other’s pranks.
I need not be glad on silly compliments.
I need not sigh on departures after
a daylong fretting.
I need not cry on random sympathy notes.
I need not crave on any satin sandals.
I need not try on impressing fellow earthlings.
I need not fall on my knees for prayers.
I need not smile on dainty mute creatures.
I need not feel shattered on my love being ridiculed.
I need not hide on some pretence of modesty.
I need not rage on abuses, for hell’s sake.
I need not share on the hope of gratitudes.
I need not stay on alive for
I’ll be dead for dreams, by then.
Jwala Kay Feb 2013
You became the joy
the joy I wont miss away
even when I am so down or
in the highest swing
when in the insanity of laughter;
when I am rushing thru' all the doors,
to share your side and
to talk you into your beautiful smiles.
Jwala Kay Jan 2013
Chartered this life from demise
I grew to prefer schedules
open for celebrations,
as well, for funerals
in pouring rains
or in breezy plains.
And I rose occasions to escape
oblivion outta daily delights
and saved my nerves
for coffin wood fragrance
and feiry dark grey shades
and hid myself in timid
strange bubble world.
Then I would blare to stay aside
by missing to pull together,
but to fall apart dodging
any greetings, yet fearing
goodbyes, like fire-darts,
'coz for everytime a beloved
hits the ground, dead cold,
it burns a part in me
smoking away the reasons
we make to live, before we hit!
Jwala Kay Dec 2012
And we left out for fun,
You told me just us, all alone,
I said all I need is to break free,
You told for my company,
I just smiled back dreaming.

We sat there in middle of the cafe,
I talked and you too spoke out,
all was great as I ever believed,
You told things are not the same,
I said I just dont care atall,
'Coz rest of the world grins,
No matter if I cry or smile.

And now I was all pleased,
As if it was only me and you,
You smiled and end the day,
I thanked you for all the smiles,
You seemed like you mind not,
But I knew by then it may not last,
'Coz I tend to lose love,
For the price of aloof-ness,
Though it aint easy for all hearts.

Time left making a memory,
You came back smiling for me,
You talked and blurted out,
Too much that you never thought,
That I'ld just crash it out unsigned,
You left and I resolved never again,
I know you 'ld not but I'm me forever,
'Coz rest of the world grins always,
No matter even if you hate and I love.
Jwala Kay Dec 2012
She and he.
Joy and Pride,
loved and married.

Jewels and money
songs and wine
merry and nights.

Greed and Pride,
Joy and Pressure.
Greed and Pressure.

Vain and brawls,
corrupt and scandals,
charges and spared.

Temper and fist,
temper and crash.
Complaints and divorce.

Thoughts and lost,
reflects and tears,
Days and nights.

Broke and desolate,
cut and bled,
Dare and Dead.
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