A Message from God

May the silent breeze

Touch upon your heart and lips,

And the goodness of your heart

Be known to others.

May smiles mean

Victories to you,

And may you feel more alive

With each passing day.

May innocence

Surround you,

And all your guilt

Be gone.

May hardships be

Obstacles to you,

And you may achieve

What your heart desires.

And if your actions

Bring peace to another world,

May those actions

Be brought back to you,

In another form.

                                                                                -Mitul Magu

                                                                                4^th December 2015

Dear Richmond

While doing things which I never wanted to,

And when there were no options left for me you,

Stood at a silent distance afar,

Because Richmond I remember,

You were there.

While gazing into the starry night,

Still hoping for the best and ready to fight,

You drained that hope away from me,

Because Richmond I remember,

You were there.

When I was so close to live my dream,

Richmond you showed me the reality,

That I was just as good as anyone else,

Because Richmond I remember,

You were there.

And now I am so far away from you,

With all the things that I learnt from you.

They’re stories now and they were stories then,

Richmond I hope I never see you again,

You’re not something I will soon forget,

Because Richmond I remember,

You were there.

                                                                            (c) Mitul Magu

                                                                             23^rd November 2015

An Epiphany of Greatness

The spider, bending forward

In its subtle clutches of doom

Slithering, chirping and murmuring

As it slides through its closely knit

Palace of no return.

How weary does it look

With its hairy limbs and compound eyes

Lunging out and about

With no fear or any

Form of emotion.

Grasping its victim by the teeth

And spinning the yarn

As it was once taught to

Injecting with venom

And moving free.

With a sudden burst of energy

It spins its many webs

Like filters, for his home

And for protection

Of his many children.

No matter how threatened it gets

It never seems to quit

Or relax or soothe

In its path whatever it sees

Is his, and his to take.

                                                                                           (c) Mitul Magu

                                                                                                              31 October, 2015

Mera Naam Joker

I dwell among the familiar ways,

A familiar face as any,

The mango man they often call me,

I am not one but one in many.

In my lair, I am the king,

Yet pushed around by hooligans.

I am simple and full of heart,

Yet lost in my directions.

The world is my work, my work is my art,

My life is built on the reaction I get,

Sad I am about this devilish system,

Where there is no hope I fret.

The ringmaster carries the show along,

With a big fat grin on his face,

Devious he is as he steals all the credit,

And blames me for all the menace.

Somewhere high above the platform,

God watches our show with discontent,

And waves at me to play along,

Not sure as to what it meant.

To the world I am a joker doing his job,

A joker and just a simple joker,

But for me, for me I am nothing,

Nothing but a performer,

A performer who knows how to do his job,

A performer who works and achieves the most,

A performer who is deceived and is left behind,

A performer who stands up and has nothing to boast.

And yet, at the end of the day,

Hinding tears behind paint,

It is I, the common man,

Who is laughed at.

      (c) Mitul Magu
    August, 2012

Rocks

Like a plethora of diamonds,

Ranging from dusk, smooth

Like velvet, obscure yet bright

Pale, blue and cool.

Sparking and vivacious,

All unlike another

Distant and imaginative

With crystal eyes.

The uncanny jade,

Fremd with powers

And exotic life

Changed, tampered and weather’d.

                                                               

                                                                                 (c) Mitul Magu

                                                                                  29^th March, 2015

THE ROAD

Is it I that shall vanquish,

The evil that I see.

Beneath these very veins and,

Worrisome pains,

And find tranquillity?

Or is it the world,

That I once remembered as,

A happy place,

Which I now see,

With uncertainty?

Or is it the leaders,

The people of people,

That once stood for right,

Help people,

Like you and me?

When will this hunger end?

When will this suffering end?

When will I be able to see,

A road that takes me,

Higher than all the boundaries.

To a place where I can live in,

A place where all can live in,

Where there is no caste and religion,

No rapes and murder victims,

I see that place come towards me,

And I wait for you to see it too.

                                                                                                (c) Mitul Magu

                                                                                                5^th August, 2015