I am tired. Of wanting things Having things Then not having them. Missing people Only to meet them And realise They’re not the same Anymore. Going places Only to reach there And realise you must Head back Just as soon. And not being able to change Things that matter And things that don’t. Above all… Read More
What if this, is all there is? What if this.. is as good as it gets? What if this is as far, you were meant to be; And everything that you ever dreamed about for the future, were memories; Being carried on from a past life. A past where, you had it all. A life… Read More
Your fixation with Getting ‘there’.. Is what’s keeping you From enjoying Where you are. It’s what’s keeping you From finding joy, Doing what you do. Reaching your goals, Happens automatically. It happens effortlessly, Once you begin To savour The long walk… Leading you there. Photo & Poem: © Jay Kaushal
Around every corner lies beauty surreal, waiting to meet your eyes. Yet your eyes never meet; They never look up, from your smartphone. © Jay Kaushal Read More
She ain’t just a girl, She’ the girl. She’s a flame. Enigma. She’s like fire, Floating on Tender ornate wings Of a butterfly; Fluttering past you In the summer. She’s broken a many hearts And had her heart broken too, One too many times. You want her, Like they all do.. But you can’t have… Read More
After the Sun has set, and the night set in; the city awakes..© Jay Kaushal Read More
A swan, Paddles away Furiously Beneath the surface. Just to stay Afloat. Nothing else. Yet you, Can only Percieve White floating grace; Ripples nor Sound. Flawless, Utopian elegance. And you, Can’t imagine Madness Behind the scenes; Hard at work. Persevering, Constant struggle. The facade Of perfection; Unstable. Control, no control; Infinite cycles, intersecting.. Culminating.. Every… Read More
…And the rain Knocks on my window Like friends pulling you Out of your bed On a Friday night When you’re in bed early.. You’ve lost your job Are too depressed And broke To want to drink Or smile Or even be able to afford either Even if you wanted to… © Jay Kaushal Image… Read More
Oh look the summer’s here. The sun is shining, In the freshness of A Sky blue hue. Soft green grass Laid out for you Like a carpet Of welcome To rest Your weary soul. Bees humming Sparrows chirping The cuckoo singing In delight. The winter was dreary With the trees All stripped naked But look… Read More
I’m twenty seven and fading away; Fast, into oblivion. With each day, my years lose the promise they held all those years ago. Each day takes away from me the chance of an early fame. Each new day brings meaning to my life; And robs the meaning from all years past. I am at crossroads… Read More
What do you do; When you are lonely, But not alone? Who do you turn; To share those moments, You can’t express? Do you wear, A smile on your face, or frown? A feeling of melancholy, or bliss? Or do you yearn for a hug? Or a smile or a careless kiss? For years and… Read More
‘My Dreams’ is a Shakespearean sonnet written in iambic pentameter and strict rhyme scheme with 3 quatrains culminating in a couplet. Read More
‘Divine Intervention’ is a motivational poem about struggle. Read More
This life is,
To get
and
Then let go… Read More
Somehow is a philosophical poem about the fragility of life and attachments. Read More
‘No Photos’ is a conversation between an angel and a man who died young. Read More
‘The Problem’ is a critique of modern religious systems. Read More
Keep walking. Until you reach, A better place. Maybe not today But, soon enough. Keep searching. You will find; Your inner truth. Maybe not easily, But simply enough. Keep dreaming. You will realize; Some, at least. Maybe not all Dreams, come true. Keep trying, Despite your failures. Some will lead, You; to success. Maybe not… Read More
A time will come, When you and I, Will be long gone; But our memories, Will continue to exist, In the minds of everyone Who ever knew us; In the form of Our contribution, To this planet. Whether those memories Of us; Shall be vivid, Or insignificant, Or none at all; We still have power… Read More
Sometimes, When I look Into the mirror, I can’t remember; If the man I see, Is the one I always Wanted to become; Or have gotten used to, Over time. © Jay Kaushal
