Unbroken

It hurts right now
But it won’t hurt forever.
To carry your broken heart within a broken body that can take no more;
It can still be done.
It still can,
even though you’re hurting beyond measure.

Tough times must come upon them;
Those life seeks to toughen,
beyond the ordinary.

Aye! building upwards atop the ashes of your past;
It’s gut wrenching, cruel, painful nigh fanatical, maddening et all..
As many emotions summed up into the lonely struggle tall.
Yet,
Believing it can be done
It can be done.
It can be done.

Ours is to build anew every time it comes crumbling down.

It can be done.
It can be done.

And his is to test; if broken we stay or unbroken we become.

It can be done.
It can be done.

No matter how great the fall,
Ye must heed the call;
Of his voice, awake, deep within.

It can be done.
It can be done.

He who looks into the scarred, horrible face of his reality and knuckles up..
Unperturbed. Yet again,
for another fight.

It can be done.
It can be done.

Battered and Beaten to the ground he falls,
Fallen but undefeated, to the sky he’ll rise again.

He’ll take the heaven by storm,
if he survives;

It can be done.
It can be done.

Oh! he’ll burn down the proud pillars of the lofty heavens above..
With his wrath Alone!

Beware if he survives,
Ye naysayers and unbelievers.

It can be done.
It can be done.

He’ll bend time itself;
And rein in the directions from as far out, as they reach.
A fine line between mortal and immortal, his glory shall breach.

It can be done.
It can be done.

If ye can keep him down,
Never let him up..

Only ye can’t.

If ye can drive a knife through his heart
and pray it kills him..

Only it won’t.

If ye can run for your life sooner than
ye realise, he shall not yield..

He might spare your life for servitude,
when his world is his;
And he has conquered all there was
in it,
to conquer.

He’ll slay all his foes,
Settle all scores to close.
Settle his debts, pay his dues.
As he walks up there,
Where he always belonged.
And he takes what is his
and rights all the wrongs.

Unbroken is he.
Glorious be his reign.
Unbroken Is he.
He befriended his pain.
Unbroken is he.
The gods bow down to his greatness.

He conquered the world.
And everything in it.
He conquered his fears and all the demons within..

Because it can be done.

© Jay Kaushal

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A Walk In The Park

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

Majestic

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 second.

© Jay Kaushal

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Your time will come

Don’t be afraid,
For the storm will pass;
And the morning breeze
Will come knocking, again
On the window.

Dont be afraid;
For the clouds, will part
For the sun;
And the thunder
would be long gone,
Like the rain.

Dont be afraid
Of the wolves at the door.
If you can make it
Till tomorrow,
You can make it.

Dont be afraid
of this dark cold night.
If we huddle together
We shall survive.

Dont be afraid
If the lamp goes out.
When the light goes out,
Wear the darkness
Like your armour.

Dont be afraid
If the walls all fall,
And the roof falls in.
You shall always have
The sky above your head.

The stars protect those
Who believe in them,
And god protects those
Who believe in themselves.

Dont be afraid,
Your time will come.
You’ll make it I promise.
Don’t be afraid.

You may not be able to see,
This moment.
‘They’ will.
And you’ll know
How far you’ve come,
When you turn around
And see all of them follow.

© Jay Kaushal

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You are a hawk

And

A hawk,

Will never Learn

how to fly, strutting;

around a barn, with Chickens!

A

hawk

Must jump,

From the cliff;

Risking death, for flight!

Or

Risk living;

Dying in submission;

Day after day, strutting

Around a barn, with chickens!

© Jay Kaushal

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The Graffiti Artist

‘The Graffiti Artist’ is a poem about a painter and how he started painting walls.

Paint!
Said a voice in my head
Paint !
It cried once again;
As I stood before
A sorry crumbling wall;
With holes in it,
Loose bricks and all.

“But what’s the point?”
I shook my head
Beginning to walk away.
“This wall is done for.
It’s just crumbling away.”

What will I gain?
Putting my art and
My sweat in vain?
This pent up art
Inside me, is meant;
For far greater expression.
To fritter it away,
On this junk; is
An insult to creation.

Paint! Beseeched the voice.
Paint…Just to paint..
Like all the things,
You do just to do…
A decay in surrender,
Has but no meaning.
Dissolve me in colour,
Pray paint me too!

Give me life; even if
Like a false hope.
Even if in passing,
Let me be seen;
By those passing by.
Walls all around me,
Are painted so lovely.
Some yellow, some orange,
Some green, some blue.
Fill me with colour,
Even if in death;
Grant my last wish,
I pray to you.

Give me a meaning,
I have never had.
Give me an identity
That I never knew.
Heal me with colour,
I need you to.
Let colours this time,
Rain on my wounded
Bricks; like clouds do.
Paint!
Oh paint me too….

© Jay Kaushal

Questions

You need to ask yourself these questions!

What will you leave behind,
If you die today?

Unfinished projects?
Manuscripts?
Dreams?
Letters you never posted?
Phonecalls you never made?
Estranged lover you never made your peace with?
Ideas you never acted on?
Vacations you never took?
Friends you never met?

Whatever it is,
Just remember that
Not even all the money in the world,
Can buy back the happiness;
That you chose to fritter away..
Today.

Always hoping that,
Tomorrow I’ll enjoy life more.
Later I’ll spend more time with kids.
Next week I’ll draw up a plan.
Next year I’ll see if it happens for me.

Right now my friend,
Is the only time you control.

The hours always fall short.

No matter how great the person.
No matter how big the dream.

© Jay Kaushal