What shall I write on the next page? (2013)

I wrote with ashes

The mocking rain washed away

I wrote on the sand on the beach

The drunken river swallowed in

I wrote on the leaves

The power-hunger caterpillars ate it.

You came with no reason

You went with the seasons

You came when I was spring-blossomed

You went when I was winter-barren

I was not spring externalist.

The cut was deepest ever

Uprooted my heart- cold hut

I tried to drink you with wine

My drunken heart wail for you louder

I tried to finish you like the smoke from my cigarette

But you seem like the clouds;

Externalist of my heart

I ask for you to the moon every night

Like you, moon changes with the mood of the night

I ask for you to the sun every dawn

Like you, its shines vary with the wealth of the day.

All my sentences are paralyzed

Where I used to rest;

Breathing the perfume of finest lady-

Her wetted lips on my eyes;

Poisoning kisses on my eyes-

Nothing seems beautiful than she is:

The warn air from her hypnotizing hips

Burnt my hand when I touched it;

That was the time I knew:

 The earth was the most beautiful place to live in.

I never urge to fight with the truth:

The truth of our departure

Nothing seems vengeful than my silence

Silence is my weapons.

My diary has no page

My pen has no ink

No tomorrow, no classes or periods

If I have to write, write on the diary of my heart

What shall I write on the next page?

                                                                        -Sajan

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Lullaby to the stranger... (2014)

when my lips dance over your ears;
Your soul shall swallow my abandoned voice:
The unrest melody shall swing you over the heaven and the earth endlessly.
You shall survive like the star- all night,Where thousand of array of bevy shall read youthen you make the history re-write.Upon crossing the hills, and steam billowed through meI shall return with some grains for next day.You shall fall into my eyes..fall deeper into that abyss-It is your home...And you shall sleep endlessly, until the world awakes you.                                                                          - Sajan.

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....to my Teacher

“This is not a story like in a book:

Perhaps, the most honest heart speaking on”

Fire-like an undaunted wisdom sprang up in the air

Burning inhuman debris, toppling the evil and the beast –

Bit by bit, wind by wind, soul by soul, human by human:

An effusion of love swayed over every earthy thing

This time, you embarrassed the moon the most.

And the world was so happy; she turned thousand somersaults at your feet.

Demystified the most betrayed grievances and human affront:

This time, you bestow the crown of poverty to mysteries.

The gleaming Spring brings her shimmering petals to revive your virtue-

The ruthless autumn-forest-leaves sprang up like the banners.

When all the unkindness went lame and blind

The universe drunk with an aroma of equity; deaf to the hoot

Dances till the feet wearied and tears.

No another man beneath the azure skies-

The worth of Wordsworth’s daffodils and Keats’ autumn-

Milton’s paradise, and Shelley’s skylark,

Almost to the Lord Byron’s ‘lady of the land’.

And the world gazed out you, like highway man came riding, riding, and riding!

You cannot go with the sunset

I am travelling by you

You are the breast for the cloudy human

At the hours, you are the most sought-after actor of the world. _Sajan

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