Poem: May God bless the Dog

Ever wondered why
it's mostly a dog
who is hit by a vehicle
and dies on the road.

May be because he thinks too much
or he takes too much time
to decide -
should he take left or right,
or his decision was wrong or right.
And in that time
a car hits him
and another dog dies
on the road.

Its very rare that
on a road a cat dies.
Because they think only one thing
at one point of time.
And that's how they take the
right decision on time.

Animals like cow or buffalo
who are not intelligent and are slow
don't die very frequently on the road
even if they ignore the horn.
Either they continue with the same pace
or they stand still.
But whatever decision they take,
they just stick to it.
Rest they leave it on their fate,
on man's reflexes and vehicle's breaks.
We have a strange understanding
with them which fails very rarely.
Is it God's craziness or his perfection?
We do have with them some psychic connection.

And the pigs for sure
do not die on the road
who live along the road
but never comes on the road.
They know their territory,
know where they should or should not be.
They listen to their elders
and obey the rules.
Their strength is in their roots
and that's why never eat the forbidden fruit.
Pigs are all pure and in values they believe,
they should have been the Adam and Eve.
Though they eat shit
and live in chasm
but because of their one quality they don't die on road
and blessed with 30 minutes orgasm.

But this poem is not for the ones who lives
but for the ones who dies
that too on the road.
May God bless the dog.
Amen.

-jas mandia

Poem: Apple pie

How can I eat this apple pie,
When I know its not all mine.
Now is doesn't tastes so good
and it doesn't smells so nice.

With the sweet smell of apple pie
another smell comes.
What smell it is?
Ya, its the smell of people's hands,
all those who came and
without much effort, pie was in their hands.
My apple pie was shard between many
and that's why it turned a bit smelly.

How can I eat this apple pie,
When I know its not all mine.
Now is doesn't tastes so good
and it doesn't smells so nice.


-jas mandia

Poem : It’s good to believe in god.

I wonder how easily
you come out of your guilt
how easily you throw the black heavy blanket
and come out in your white suit.
It’s good to believe in god.

With your heavy steps
you go to him
because you know
he will do everything.
He will free you from your guilt
and you will fly,
once again like an eagle
high in the sky
looking for preys....
and the fellow with big heart
will forgive you
because he loves you
and you love him.
It’s good to believe in god.

-jas mandia

Poem: Mission

To be happy, I became everything.
To be happy, I had to do nothing.
So late...........
anyway
:)


-jas mandia

Poem: So am I

Between the tall towers
There is a patch of grass
where I sit,
lie down and relax.

The shape of the lawn defines
The shape of the sky-
small, incomplete, less-free;
So am I.

And because of the lights of the tower
The light of the stars appear-
lost and less bright;
So am I .


-Jas Mandia

Poem : The Sun

The sun rays at 9 A.M
are so warm
that you can't open your eyes completely
but you can stretch your arms
in the air which is still cool
and soon which will loose its charm.

After that this mother
will turn into a monster
and at the end of the day
it will be a friend going away.
Only to come back...........

So, before it turns
into a monster completely.
I look at the sun
with my eyes not open fully,
blinking frequently
and forehead having lines.

I can wear goggles.
But, I don't. It will not be fun.
Its good to face the sun
like this and feeling the warmth.

-Jas Mandia

Poem : To Medha

This poem is dedicated to Medha - a mystic-beautiful photographer I met at Prithvi Theater, Mumbai.


Like a flash, you came into my life
Not once, but twice.
For sure, I am the biggest fool
as I did not capture you.
Made no arrangements
so that I can even trace you.
So stupid of me.
Looks like I have lost you.

I remember the time
When I asked you “Are you fine?”
When you were in a bit of turmoil
as you cut your finger with Orbit Chewing-gum’s foil.
And I remember the time,
Again next day, you were standing just in front of me in the line.
And I gave you five as I was so happy to see you.
You talk so sweetly. How can I forget you?
And just when I was about to ask your phone number,
that guy came between us. He is your friend or your brother?
I observed both of you closely and I did understand
that definitely he was not you boyfriend.
I kept staring at you during the Gazal session.
And two people sitting between us - my aversion.
You are so beautiful and there is something mystic about you
And that’s why I am thinking a lot about you.

And when for the last time
I was walking towards you and your friend/brother.
I was relieved to see
the distance between both of you was half a meter.

And when you passed by me
I wanted time to stop.
But, it did not.
I wanted you to stop.
But, you did not.
Why will you?
I wanted to stop you.
But, I did not.
How can I?

And with the heavy steps
I passed by you completely and turned around.
So did you. Only to say good bye
with you hand raised, fluttering fingers and your beautiful smile.

Just hoping that
we “ll meet somewhere
and that’s why have put this poem
on the notice board of Prithvi Theatre.


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So, I addressed this poem to Medha and put it on the notice board of Prithvi Theater. After 2 hours, I got a call from Theater saying that I can't put my personnel messages on notice board. And then, I came to Delhi. How unfortunate. :(

-Jasdeep Mandia

Poem : Sailor O' Sailor

He could have sailed
through the entire sea comfortably.
Provided he would have trusted
his boat completely.

Every boat is unique
and there is a way to control it.
A good sailor knows everything about his boat
and trust it before he leaves the shore.

Sailing is fun in calm sea and bright light.
But no one knows when storms comes and strikes.
Strom not from outside but from inside
is dangerous as everything it can blight.

They could have sailed happily in the sea
- which is as big as life itself.
But while sailing his boat – which can carry tones,
he kept on looking for ‘the better ones’.

At the time of turmoil
The boat stared shaking.
So did he.
Only to add to it.

He should have sailed the boat
away from the storms.
Or atleast, he should have firmly held the boat
boat would have never got drown.

In exasperation, he jumped to the boat
floating just next to him.
Which was looking better
since beginning.

Ohh! This boat is shaking even more. He felt fear
as the previous boat is no way near.
He realized that shaking was because of him.
Now should he sail in the same boat or jump out and swim?

-jasdeep mandia

Poem : untitled

These days Hindu, Muslim, Sikh
Christian and Jain
- look alike
they look the same
Especially in the morning train
from Dadar to Churchgate.
Crowd has no religion
And nobody I love, nobody I hate.

Sometimes they offer me their seat
Sometimes they hit me with their knees
Sometimes they come on the road and declare strike
Certainly, these days they look alike.

May be I don’t have time
to think about anybody’s religion.
In this fast moving life
time is less for me, my own belief and my own religion.
I don’t want any revenge now
all I think is of me & my generation.
Now I have other worries-boss, job, production
House rent, credit card EMI and recession.

-jas


plz suggest some title.

Poem: Shopping

I know it makes you happy
new dresses with suitable accessory.
And may be that's why I walk with you
Everywhere – except the rest room.

So happy and excited you look
So good to see you
And with my hand around your waist
We pick up whatever we feel might suits you.

And then you try one after another.
And we discuss which one looks how on you
Happily engrossed but fatigued, I always think,
Don’t we have any other thing to do?

-jas

Poem : My Dream Girl

Oh, my beauty queen,
You were my dream.
My dream! My dream was you
And I was in so much need of you.
I was so lucky
to spend some moments with you.
And then few more.

Aghast!

Now its been a hard and long time
since you are here.
You are getting on my nerves,
Now you are my nightmare.


-Jasdeep Mandia

कविता: रामायण

कौन गुणी और कौन अवगुणी ?

कौन गलत और कौन सही?

उल्टी हो जाती राम की कहानी,

सुनते अगर रावन की ज़ुबानी।

दीये जलते तब भी ऐसे ही ,

और होती ऐसी ही आतिशबाजी।

हर घर में पूजा होती रावन की,

हल गली में जलते श्री राम जी।

- जसदीप