J T Jayasingh
J T Jayasingh Poems
They called their land ‘Mother’
And even ‘Mother’ they called their seas
‘The Ganga’, ‘The Saraswati’
They made the rivers female
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A Poet can Only Capture
I know not what to write!
Grim faces show and fade,
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In the dewy spring mornings
He walked with her
Through the wild gardens,
Chasing butterflies.
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White pearls dangle
In your tender ears.
In between the silky hair
The rosy twig ears
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It was a time we played together
You and me and our peer pals.
I waited, desperate in the sterile afternoons
To hear the trilling bell of your old bicycle
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When he was a child,
He put a tiny stone
Into a silent pond,
That made ripples,
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Oh! Butterfly
Oh! Gorgeous butterfly,
I too can like you fly
From flowers to flowers,
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To be or not to be
Ecstatic crows fly
To feed themselves
And their young ones,
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Oh dancing Harappan girl
Your sudden waking up
From the millenniums of oblivion
Couldn’t break our pride and empty wit,
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With the smell of clay
And taste of sweat, he toils.
When his spade scoops a piece of earth’
It sends shudders through my nerves,
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There was a time, my son,
Wild parrots shrieked
And koels sang from the groves
To wake the humans from sleep,
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‘India is shining’, they said.
I scaled her length and breadth
To witness the show, ‘yes’,
The bare and cracked fields
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Oh mighty magic wind!
Tender twigs gently dance
And green boughs nod,
Showing your impalpable presence.
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What gathering is this,
Of song and dance and outburst
And a rare blend of black and white?
What rhythm pierces my heart
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Why do I dream in words
In which our farmers
In their duty mood
Didn’t name their fruits
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Rise on
Nothing hides beyond your reach,
They are unknown until you touch.
An earth worm, coal or nucleus
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Somewhere in the darkness
A church bell rings;
It takes me to the
Sweet melodies of Muhammed Rafi
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There is sand on their halves
And grey stains on shirts and pants.
In the mad rush of the city
They sit on the reels of bridges.
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J T Jayasingh Biography
Prof. Dr. J.T.Jayasingh has been in the field of teaching and training for the last 20 years. He is an inspiring trainer, teacher, poet, writer and entrepreneur. He has designed several human resource development training programs and trained thousands of young people who have placed in different parts of the world. He is also doing independent research on meditation and mind power. He has authored 5 books so far and a few more are in the pipe line. Presently he is writing a novel titled, ‘Alone in the Men’s Park’, which has been serialized as a facebook page. His articles and poems have been published in various print and web journals. He is the founder-director of Roots and Wings Publishing and Media which has brought out the debut books of several young poets and writers. He is also one of the chief editors of Indian Ruminations web journal. As an entrepreneur he is promoting herbal products with the trade name of ‘Neelima’. He is also leading an awareness movement in facebook named Indian Youth Awareness Movement (IYAM) . Prof. J.T.Jayasingh believes that every human being is gifted with a special talent and called for a certain purpose. His vision is to help as many young people as possible to find out their calling and realize their vision. His philosophy is, “life is a journey within and without, learn from your past, live the present and hope for the future and leave a positive trail before you leave the world”. He believes in universal love and brotherhood. He is also a lover of nature and experimenting farmer. Published Books: 1. A Bird’s Eye View 2. New Voices (Edt.) 3. Waves won’t Die 4. IELTS Complete Solution 5. IELTS Speaking- a Handbook Forthcoming Books: 1. Alone in the Men’s Park (Novel) 2. J.T.Jayasingh Complete Works Contact him: Mob: +918754804375, +919995651972 email-jtjayasingh@gmail.com Blog site- jtjayasingh.blogspot.com)
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The Curse Of Female Spirit (Poem Dedicated To Women’s Day)
They called their land ‘Mother’
And even ‘Mother’ they called their seas
‘The Ganga’, ‘The Saraswati’
They made the rivers female
And washed their sins in them.
My female parts have been worshipped
As sacred in their holy temples
But abused by nasty words
In public latrines and remote caves.
When I covered myself full
They stripped me in the middle of their streets;
When I exposed my beauty
They clipped my chudidar’s ends.
When I was a maid in their homes
They pulled me to their beds;
I was wedded to share their beds
And they made me wash their clothes.
I asked them to leave me, they sold me,
I pleaded them to receive me, they bought me;
When I was to share, they used me
And when it was my turn they neglected.
They played their tune and I danced
And when I found my tune, they crushed it.
They killed me at the stove, between the legs
And inside the womb.
Enough is enough!
I am no more to be born in their kingdom,
Let them quench their lust among themselves,
Let them eat, drink, fight,
If needed clone more males,
Let there be all males
Who burn in their lust and
Shed blood in the fuming hell.
-J.T.Jayasingh
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4/25/2024 9:27:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
my dear jtjaya sing i gave my vote to your all poems.