Poems By Jasraj
Apart from being a content writer, I love writing poems. While I am not regular at it and have just a couple in my kitty, I will try to pen down a few more – if time permits. Meanwhile, you may want to read one.
Ocean Odyssey (2022)
Beaches and seashores are places where I love to unwind.
Opening my heart to sea waters and having long conversations akin to a friend as usual… Until one day in 2029, I had to bid adieu to the city I was born. So, the following is a piece of our conversation that we had a long ago. I penned the poem in November 2022 and shared it with my friends and colleagues. Hope you too will love it.
Looking at your vastness, a question washes ashore
Engulfed within are secrets countless, how cosmic are you soul?
Limitless is your expanse, uncharted is the floor,
Dramatic is thy marine life, allow me to explore!
With swirling crown and soothing sound, slowed down a wave,
Enticing my senses, and captivating me in rave.
Infusing the ambiance with blissful redolence,
Filling the atmosphere with pragmatic confidence.
I started my odyssey into the turquoise ocean,
Setting the sail for the unexplored in motion.
Unwinding into the sunlit zone,
The sea-scape populated with fishes and more,
While treasure-trove under flourishing on marine ore,
The ecosystem appears vibrant at core.
A canvas of shallows enriched with vivid coral baskets
The floor was sprinkled with pearl-oyster caskets
Further deep-diving into waters of ocean arc,
The world under was alien and dark,
There were no turtles, nor dolphins, or sharks!
Barren was the sea-bed and nothing to hark.
A surge up from the depths of the ocean set me afloat,
With a mighty tide and raging ride, shove me to the shore.
Out came the sunshine, concluding the lore.
Analogous is your nature human, said the great ocean,
Teeming is the way to live, as life’s full of commotion.
Mumbai O Mumbai (2009)
Mumbai is rich, Mumbai is poor.
Mumbai is fast, Mumbai is slower.
A little bit sweet, and a little bit sour,
Sometimes it’s hot but not too more….
Mornings are energetic and evenings are electric.
Noons are lazy but Nights are crazy
And anyone you ask he always say “M busy”
Dude, life in Mumbai is not so easy
There is a lot of Masti with a little bit of Maska
Welcome to the city that can’t live, without Bollywood Chaska
From cooker whistles to the traffic jam horns,
From steaming tea kettles to breaking nut-betels
From telephone rings and doorbell brings.
There are people connecting through Blackberry pings
Where there’s little time to spare for kids
People here spend their lives on bids
Here you actually pay your travel fare by meter
But a milkman mixing water is not a cheater!
Sev puri and bhel puri are all Mumbai chaat
Relishing it with spicy chutney is no easy art
From popcorn to ice cream, all sold on a cart
Mumbai o Mumbai, you’re always close to my heart
Where local trains usually run on time
And violently rushing for a seat is not a crime
Here at 3 PM for lunch and 12 AM to dine
People face hardships, but still say “It’s fine”
From Mt Mary in Bandra to Mumba Devi in Town
And ISKCON in Juhu to Haji Ali in Mumbai’s Crown
Faith runs deep as the Arabian Sea
But people don’t hesitate to pay an early darshan fee.
Marathi, Punjabi, Gujarati, and Bengali
Everyone forgather celebrate Id and Diwali
Holi is colourful and Christmas is cheerful
Spend some time here and your life will be un-forgetful
Billionaires to baggers, all found in this city
Be careful dude, this place is a bit witty.
Overall this dream world is huge but pretty
Mumbai o Mumbai you’re a wonderful city.