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3.4k · Jun 2014
Jwala Kay Jun 2014
She fell in love with his words.
It was the wrong way.
Wrong way like
Falling the worse way.
Like Head first,
where neck click,
blood rush,
bones crash
and Heart attempts
to give you hope
one last time.
2.3k · Jul 2013
Dear Sweet Pea: #3 Hope.
Jwala Kay Jul 2013
"Traditional B-day treats
and fancy parties,
we know you wanna
dress up like a grumbling
but cute, spotted
jungle cheetah cub;
but you mumble slow
that you would rather
wear a rimmed spectacles,
ruffled summer plaid shirt
with dark tall trousers
and a dimpled smile.

Aw, Sweet Pea darling
I know you miss your Dad
little too much,
to keep him away in war."
1.7k · Jul 2013
Dear Sweet Pea: #1 Love.
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,
her warm smile."

"Sweet Pea,
little did he know
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.
1.7k · Jul 2013
Dear Sweet Pea: #2 Joy.
Jwala Kay Jul 2013
"It's Li'l Sean's tenth B'day,
forgotten in the orphanage loft.
He curls down
on the dust and
holds tight an once-vivid polaroid,
his lost family's
one spared happy remainder."

"Oh! Sweet Pea,
but Draco limped
his way to his li'l master
and licked off
his soar tears."
"Give a man love, and he will be happy for a time. Teach a man how to love, and he will have joy through all eternity."  ~ James Wilcox.
Jwala Kay Dec 2012
You became my convict,
a murderer of my happy days,
a cigar that I puffed the wrong way,
an terminal illness
that I would take no pill for,
my best deal to die
o'er a brokenheart,
my final destination
when I am lost and broke,
the reason to meet a tailor
for my suit,
to go into a coffin;
when you could have been
by my side
and into all that I ever dreamt about
as I planned rest of my life with you.
You could have been my Snoopy,
for I could have been your only
You could have been my lover, my escort,
my bride hanging onto the other side of my lips.
Goodnight now, Mrs. Sanders!
Goodnight so long, so far!
An untold love!
1.1k · Jun 2014
Respected Sir
Jwala Kay Jun 2014
Am I just a flaunting fancy
specified set of alphabets?

Now listen, sir!
My brain has owned you
a long while back
like say, a hundred times.
But ya, my mouth
is zipped for the
Terms and Conditions
I signed to intern here.
My heart is a masked
Superhero that goes
for the needy and
the helpless, while
yours just desires
to sit in the next
luxurious sedan out.
My body serves
for the nation;
no, not in war
but in the agony of being
a good citizen when things
(like you) are nomore right.
I manned up instead of you.
I can prove my worth
to the world w/o you.

Again, I shall repeat, sir!
Am I just a flaunting fancy
specified set of alphabets?
I am more than my name.
I am definitely, more human than you.
1.0k · Jun 2014
Who/Where are you?
Jwala Kay Jun 2014
My poor ticker
wants to know
right away.
No! No more
No more

Scheduling for being a
Seven years friend,
Five years lover,
Two years fiancé?

How long do you
mean to stay?
Would you plan to
arrive any early?
Can you cut the
chase for me, please?

Fine. Never mind.
I can wait.
But I say this
one last time,
"I nomore love tragedies;
wherein it ends like -

She was crazy like love.
He had the brilliance of all smiles.
They were both made for each other.
But they never met
1.0k · Aug 2012
The Glass Window
Jwala Kay Aug 2012
It was not like any other moment.
I was standing in my ward.
The ever dark and cold closure.
My dampened single-bed room.
My four-walled medium.
While, it was outside, so calm and still
Must be hibernating.
But poor creature, it waited
Waited, just a handspan
away from my window pane.
And my bolted glass window
did not welcome it.
And so it waited, settled
Closely watching another soul like itself.

I stood more like a rock
Staring at that pallid one.
Communicating in dead-muteness.
A despirited eye-contact.
In a moment or so, I slash
Slash my burdened eyebrows
O'er my wet eyeballs.
Apologizing for my plight
Of unexplainable helplessness.
And it waited there, calm and still,
Hearing my unspoken Testimony.

Thus we waited staring at each other
And between us was the adamant
Glass Window - slumbering soullessly!

It was darker than me.
But was getting paler and paler.
And I stood at the same spot
Staring and blinking
Waiting for it to flutter away.
Afterall, unlike me,
It had a huge space to fly.
And I know that, for I've stared,
Out of the window before,
The whole world.
But it stayed there
As if, afraid of flying, like me.

Hands swept across the clocks
And It turned paler to a fairer one
Stained with frozen crimson red veins.
And by twilight
the fair creature broke its penance.
Got blown by the breeze
And laid on the soft snow
On the concrete floor.
Then there was voidness.
Nothing to stare at.
No more soul to share my story.

I stood there, calm and still
But this time a tear rolled down
From my sunken eyes.
And then I closed my eyes
in prayer and wished
for the courage to
Shatter the glass window
And jump out
To become a gravestone
For my li'l pal's corpse.
A moment before receiving NED.
1.0k · Dec 2012
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.
887 · Sep 2014
Define first-love?!
Jwala Kay Sep 2014
And that, my friend, maybe the beautiful mess
which hearts mumble loud to their owners
that you should be bewildered now
yet feel blissful the same time
with all those butterflies in your tummy
roughly making sense that
maybe this stranger exists
for you.
881 · Jul 2012
I too had a love story..!
Jwala Kay Jul 2012
Since you have become the inscrutable obligation of my then bad ticker,
I played selfish and fancied
that you would too irrecoverably consent
for the sake of my extra-ordinary, uncanny feelings for you.
But I apologise in advance now.
Apologise, for I have realized and am tuned now.
For I reckoned that I'ld not have fell,
if held.
Yet neither did I manage to ignore.
I maybe just a fool and ever was discursive over the subject of Love itself.
But I feel burned upon the very idea of denying this phase off my life.
So I shall comport and wait to incur your love
to entwine with mine.
But again, the idea must have been Love, not the person.
And so, if it is ever meant to be so,
then I shall die with just the privilege of feeling that (Love) in me, for you.
Perhaps this was just a quarter, of what it is, of my real labyrinthian thoughts! (:
878 · Jun 2014
I'll survive
Jwala Kay Jun 2014
I am fortune's fool.
Someone incredible
waiting to become
Insomnia, an open friend.
Last in every **** line.
Can't just pretend.
Retro style attitude
Towards vintage background
On a rebel's peace day.
Ah! Don't try too hard
to ignore my awesomeness
next time.
I'll still do fine,
I'll survive
For it's my life.
When I am done with the Wallflower label.
874 · Mar 2013
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.
854 · May 2015
So long, goodbye.
Jwala Kay May 2015
Baby, let me die a classic,
pull those curtains down;
give me one last dream,
don't hurt me now,
I won't hurt you ever.*

Fifteen years on board and sail,
then Life hit the breaks too fast;
I saw you grow so old, so weak,
and in your hospital ward blues.
I was trying too hard
not to cry, not to shame.
Hope is one four-lettered truce we frame to spare our beloved.
829 · May 2014
Jwala Kay May 2014
These hot Summer days
I wake up condescending
the ticking clocks.
825 · Apr 2012
Losin' me!
Jwala Kay Apr 2012
At the doorstep of Insanity
I miss myself as I dont let go
Then I took an arrow in my knee
So I say you could be my hero
And, for sure,
I told what you meant to me.
While you fell apart in silence
I saw many a cherry blossom skies
as I waited over the ruins
with tears brimming my eyes
Yet I wonder for
I might be addicted to your glance.
Then I chose rage and gone high
and maybe you just didn't get enough
of those three words, to avoid
losin' me, too busy livin' your life
But, I'm sorry  
I am already at the backroom, boy!
Insanity love hero heartbreak tears lost
772 · Jul 2015
One night stand
Jwala Kay Jul 2015
He said he's on his way
with a rubix cube,
maybe to diss me with
his concept of love,
while I'd stay a square peg
and yet let him in
as I don't see the man
who came in my dreams.
749 · Jul 2016
Jwala Kay Jul 2016
When I love, I exist.

However, when my love is not welcome, I don't cease to stand a fight. I demand where I invest. But I have my ego tuned to know when it's not worth any struggle anymore.
**** boy, you lifted me up and spurned all those butterflies with your touch of lips, and now you are nowhere when I need you the most. I should be able to understand that. Be it that you are simply a coward and that I was blinded or that's denial from my side, maybe. Denial of the evidence of love not being able to carve the same in you. I should have been awake. Awake when your lies mesmerized and dosed me with the temporary pleasure. Now my skin is thick. It had the temperature riot. I may not forget the pain and cry from time to time but I will learn to survive all those li'l heartaches that kills me soft. I will move on. I will smile and greet another stranger. I will win in love and life.

Say peace (ira).
741 · Jun 2014
Modern Woman 2.0
Jwala Kay Jun 2014
She lives with her '70s condescending mom,
And her Gods are nonbelievers.
She sulks, swears 'n spits in air
Squandering in profound style
As she wears plaid shirts to
Jimmy Choos,
"feeds her cat, eats her dog",
Keeps a job, quits on true love,
Flirts in no faith with
the guys in the gym,
overlooks men at the bar,
Smiles at the kid in the park,
Laughs at celebrities' mishap,
Sleeps to Indie pop Rock
post two whisky shots.
But hey, she's too far from
any breakdown.
735 · Jan 2013
Ghost in the head
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!
710 · Jul 2013
Virgin Speech
Jwala Kay Jul 2013
Just an usual lazy-mode play,
as I sat before this
site of wondrous, happy-to-write,
chuckled long and deep,
wormed through acclaims' poets;
I find you from nowhere
as I did truly forgot
how I got you on my screen,
in my likes, in my mind,
sane side of it all,
for all you wrote
was sour ***,
bitter *** and your happy ones,
with clever words that mostly swore.
If I were a moody Sylvia head,
you are, sure, a shady Ted.
I fess I must leave sooner
or else I will pucker too much
and drop my tongue
down your throat
but I had my chastity,
I remember having it last night, honey;
so I shall prep for a hot water bath
and wear it all over again
but you may have to sleep
with all but one less lover girl.
655 · Jun 2013
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*
654 · Sep 2014
Jwala Kay Sep 2014
The years with him faded promises;
and the nights grew dank cold.

But the father he was to her kids
would beg her to rewrite all the love stories
she ever imagined it would ever be.
643 · Feb 2013
Joy, you
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.
624 · Jun 2014
The Falling Man
Jwala Kay Jun 2014
I could have been The Falling Man.
No opinions. No intentions of disrespect.
Only a surreal psuedo-pessimist thought.
Always felt something inscrutable
in that drop.

My reference don't tend a joke.
Please don't fuel any sorta controversy.

But can't deny to wonder what
the thoughts would be,
during that fall.
Will the whole spent life flash
in front of our eyes?
Do we become the kindest, humblest of the few and the worthy human
ever lived in that moment?
Do we wish for some last miracle?
Do we still have ourselves cling to
the last scrap of hope of life again?

As I am writing this, my tears
no more stay tamed inside my eyes,
And my heart goes for the massacre lose.
Lose of lives. Loss of humanity.
Old news, yeah, but still hits the soul.

And the fall taunts my thoughts
as I too beg for a second chance
I shall revive. This is my life.
This thought shall universally exist
and be reasoned with.
Recently stumbled upon the old picture of The Falling Man -.-
593 · Sep 2014
Unbreak my heart
Jwala Kay Sep 2014
If the fairy tales and happy endings
were not what I deserve,
then give me a tragedy and
make me an outlaw
I will learn not to curse
but strengthen my grimace
and try forever
to unbreak my heart.
538 · Jul 2016
Kiss me
Jwala Kay Jul 2016
Kiss me awake.
I shall feel the touch
caressing through
my skin.
and my dreams
Kiss me cold.
I shall see you
through the
pain and joy.
Kiss me love.
And I shall stand
by your side
'til the end.
527 · Dec 2012
Rest of the world!
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.
523 · Apr 2016
Modern woman 2.0
Jwala Kay Apr 2016
She puts aside the makeup kit,
and Jimmy Choos in the vault
cranking over her beatbox
as she smiles her troubles away;
fixes herself a drink or two,
walks into her den and
runs her Netflix marathon
and calls it a day.
494 · Apr 2016
Jwala Kay Apr 2016
so naive, we all are,
that at times we paraphrase
all our life's sweet moments
and title it
with another person's name.
add your own watermark next time
487 · Jun 2014
Soon enough
Jwala Kay Jun 2014
Soon enough, I'll move on.
I will not even try to remember
how I met you in the first place.
Soon enough, I will ignore
if I ever heard the sound of your name.
I won't give a hint about you
to the next interesting man
I may befriend.
Soon enough, your words, ideas, jokes, love and memories
will fade away from me.
Fade fast like a thin-malnourished
Soon enough, this world won't even
feel déjà vu when it sees
another couple's kiss and
promise of forever.
Soon enough, this pain will start to subside.
Meanwhile these pills must start their work.
A different version of "soon enough"
480 · Jul 2014
My bell jar
Jwala Kay Jul 2014
I'm a war, of head versus heart.
So I can go mad by
ricocheting in between.
Gratitude to Ben Gibbard and Sylvia Plath for finding all those right words.
469 · Jul 2013
Do you hear me?
Jwala Kay Jul 2013
I annul to love you anymore;
but these words jitterbug
only ab't you, along any paper lengths.
464 · Apr 2012
My li'l God
Jwala Kay Apr 2012
Never detained Sylvia's thoughts,
Neither agreed any of her acts;
maybe that is why I peep
here and there onto a mirror piece;
to find a rousing lady in me
and noting something is true
and finer with some specks of time;
but cared to find more thru eyes,
the eyes of my little god,
lying on the cradle with humbleness.
Can never feel the charming self
than from that glance I desired;
let me not count on destines,
that'ld drag my life to despairs;
and nor feel the way out so,
for now, I know, there is a soul;
which awaits for the touch of my lips
and the tenderness of it to return.
Truly, I do learn now, for rest of my life
will be of making a paradise,
for my little god!
This is about an young single mother who has to struggle thru loads of burdens that's awaiting in her life, all alone, yet she feels positive to move on for the sake of her baby and it's future. Mother's Love! (This poem is started as an afflatus from Sylvia Plath's Mirror)
433 · Aug 2016
Curse my muse
Jwala Kay Aug 2016
If only time could be blamed
for every time a sweet love dies,
then all the clocks would cry rivers
for even the skies cannot measure
a lost lover's pain.
Let me calm down to the sanctity of love.
428 · Jun 2014
Turned off
Jwala Kay Jun 2014
Don't romanticize me now.
Let your reminder notes
go hit the snooze button.
425 · Apr 2016
heartache affects grammar
Jwala Kay Apr 2016
I used your smile once
too many times
and your presence
was the canvas
I could afford for.
Days fled, words died,
trapped in different worlds,
our hearts quit,
and I write in past tense now.
grammar affects brain which affects life, huh
417 · Sep 2014
Latchkey heart
Jwala Kay Sep 2014
So it stays unsupervised,
while the dealer is away
and haters stake to play the game.
408 · Jun 2014
Our own private traps(?)
Jwala Kay Jun 2014
"His love was like
falling asleep on an unmade bed,
Like we won't care
by the end of an exhausting day".

"His love was like
those white-lies that never hurt,
the faint rainbow that can't be
the soft giggle of an asylum
that expired gift voucher
in your high school slam book".

55 years into it;
She just smiles and says,
"If that's not love,
I don't know what is".
The saying goes, "a frog in the well, know nothing about the great ocean". But sometimes heart sees what is invisible to the eye and that becomes their world beyond and within.
Jwala Kay May 2015
I am nobody's nothing.
I am not sorrow's blunder
and I ain't joy's wonder.
I'm not a white queen
nor am I a black slave.
I ain't my father's pride
neither an asylum's benefit.
I'm nobody's nothing
and I seem to survive thru'.
But when I say I was your love
that somehow ceases my existence now.
387 · May 2015
That one
Jwala Kay May 2015
That one song, a thousand memories.
That one picture, reality check.
That one person, forever *******.
380 · Jun 2015
Jwala Kay Jun 2015
I remember that August
outta the twenty-two of mine,
I remember that church
we monks were invited to,
I remember the safari
that followed, and ah, that rain.
I remember my hairbun
that you undid for that dance.
All I just don't remember is how
we fell in love just smiling together
but I'll always remember this smile
I'll hold with yours in my head.
378 · Jun 2015
Jwala Kay Jun 2015
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You sing your own lullabies,
paint crimson lips,
plant wet smiles,
grate all carrots,
and sauté the thorns.
(Pray sins won't replace
no four lettered word.)
In an atlas of commitments,
you stay an island for
every man who seem to set up
the sail, would soon deal his soul
to dry up that ocean around you.
Oh melancholy, you stay untitled.
369 · Oct 2014
Oblivious vertigo
Jwala Kay Oct 2014
Eyes met and hearts clicked
but life had its own plan
when we fell onto different skies.
364 · Apr 2016
your name.
Jwala Kay Apr 2016
the bottom of the wine bottles,
the tattoo on my chest,
that restaurant at the 5th avenue,
the first thing my lips utter
when my dreams hurt me.
love - the four letter word that either cures you or burns you.
336 · Jul 2014
Did you know?
Jwala Kay Jul 2014
All my broken smiles
are attempts of self-redemption
by my gypsy soul.
Give my love some space. Then watch me burn at peace.
336 · Sep 2016
Jwala Kay Sep 2016
Got off my head
Ran along the end
Fell into my heart
335 · Jun 2016
My Darling Grace
Jwala Kay Jun 2016
Maybe if my pursuit
of love hadn't stopped
at your presence
then I would have dared
and gone through my life
and loved the idea of you
310 · Jun 2014
My Bittersweet
Jwala Kay Jun 2014
At times,
I cease to exist.
I don't even move
to tell myself
I don't feel.
I won't remember.
I can't even frame
phrases or
make a face.
Then like a snap,
like a cold wave
Life touches me
and reasons me
with a name.
Your name.
Not mine.
309 · May 2015
Love me no sober
Jwala Kay May 2015
Pour me a glass after glass
let me not find a reason to leave
when you give me no reason to stay.
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