Thank You for Calling Me Today

Thank you for calling me today,

My evening hasn't been going too well

But the birds outside have kept me company.

The world seems to be too steadfast to tell

But you may know what I'm longing to see.

Everything has felt a little still,

My umbrella has been just the way it was

Just the way I left it when you went away.

The rain has sogged up all the plant pots

But I'm still sure that it isn't here to stay.

I'm looking forward to seeing you,

All the windows have a spotless shine

That gives me just the perfect view.

I have been keeping a track of time

And I know you have been tracking yours too.

Thank you for calling me today,

When my bedside clock had been buzzing

But I did not have the strength to wake up.

And no, I haven't been complaining

My patience didn't start to drop.

But since the rain water has started to drain,

I'm looking forward to seeing you soon

And keeping all my problems at bay.

I was waiting, and a conversation was due

So thank you for calling me today.

-Mitul Magu

1st November, 2016

Clockwork

The form of caress that gently follows,

My inner demons that feels so hollow.

I cannot address what speaks to me,

What has been and will always be,

A sight to remember.

It strokes in a way that I do not know,

Like seasons it changes to and fro.

“How do you feel like now” I ask,

“What has happened in the past?”

I do not know.

It slyly turns into subtle madness,

Changing again to rushed sadness.

Even when I begin to see,

Hope that is momentary,

It feels dim.

The heat builds up and does not go,

There is a side that I cannot show.

For it needs to be built up in me,

And in time I will reveal,

It’s clockwork.

And then June makes its way,

Extending summer to another day.

“Winter will come soon though”

“Autumn isn’t really far you know”

I pledge.

With made up memories in my mind,

That speak to me all the time.

I feel sorrow in what I shouldn’t have done,

And look back at how far I had come,

I feel regret.

With open windows on my wall,

In the heated summer I call.

To all those who have been close to me,

Who see the life the way I see,

With remorse.

And in my book I’ll soon write down,

A symbolic passage of what I’m bound.

And I’m going to leave it there and then,

For weeks to come and weeks to spend,

With delight.

Until I find a reason to rise,

That I no longer need despise.

That I no longer have to run,

That I have fears to overcome,

For good.

And winter flashes back through those days,

And brings back good in many ways.

“But June has gone and May will stay”

“Where will you go now” I say,

I’m stuck.

And with those emotions in my mind,

I will have to forgive myself this time.

That what I have done cannot be undone,

And will have to accept what I have become,

With forgiveness.

And the clockwork slowly begins to reveal,

A quiet, gentle side of me.

That was before and holds on again,

And tells me of what I have been,

Careful.

The seasons cycle on and on,

“With no potential harm? Come on!”

I will truly begin to see,

That I’m not a part of what others can’t be,

A lone survivor.

And now every now and then,

I speak up to the existence within,

That is there acceptance in my mind?

That will everything be fine?

I ponder.

And now weeks and hours alone,

Cannot bring back that tale I know.

And with that I bring to adjust,

An old tale that I must,

See be brought out of the heavens doors,

And left in the open floor,

Of time, need and disgust,

And framed onto the warm walls,

Of forgiveness.

                                                                                (c) Mitul Magu

                                                                                16 July 2016

Faceless Masks

I look upon each faceless mask,

That ever crossed my wave of emotions.

That has felt so strong and vast,

Like a parabolic explosion.

I want to know how they indulge me,

What leaves me in their control?

In time, I know I will begin to see,

Why they manipulate my soul.

Those feelings are a happening,

In motion, I see them pass right through me.

Those faceless masks are fastening,

Covering my face till I cannot see.

                                      

-Mitul Magu
 5th May, 2016

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