Let Me Ask You

Let me ask you,
Would you close your eyes and count to ten?
Would that make the pain go away?

Let me ask you,
Would the sun shine brighter if it went away, those memories?
Would you be a different person then?

Let me ask you,
Would you be less stronger if you didn’t know how to deal with pain?
Would it be more difficult for you then?

So let me ask you,
Is it the pain that you are running away from, or the inability,
To handle that pain?
Why don’t you ask yourself that?

- Mitul Magu
12th March, 2020

Stop

Everything feels very quiet,
My lips are moving but I can't say anything.
It has passed all boundaries,
It has passed all that is humane.

Everything isn't as genuine,
The way I used to see it, but now I can't unsee.
Stop it this moment!
Stop it right away!

Poverty is what has flourished,
Terror is amidst us everyday, our day to day lives.
What did just happen?
Don't let this happen.

I seek for your sympathy,
We can prevent only what we choose to prevent.
For some air I am choking,
For only some air I am breathing.

(c) Mitul Magu
18th September, 2017

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

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

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

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 

Shadow Men

They sneak up to you and then hide,

You take a look, but no ones behind.

Ruthless, viscous, dirty lot,

Always planning their nasty plot.

You run away, fairly quick and far,

But they always know where you are.

From distorted areas of truth and lies,

From the darkest of shades they arise.

As you move around and the time ticks,

Like gangsters, they continue their dirty tricks.

And all you can do is follow them,

And that’s what they want, those shadow men.

Until you do what they want,

For weeks and months they will haunt.

Leaving you in agony, vain,

Suffering which would forever remain.

Even in this helpless plight,

Shadow men seldom strike,

When they’re too close, too near,

Your heart chokes out of fear.

They call you close with filthy names,

And play their sinister mind games.

And in that game you don’t realize,

How much you’ve been traumatized.

They lurk as shady figures on walls,

As you shout back at their calls.

They fill your life with sorrow when,

You come in the way of the shadow men.

Following them will lead you back,

On that same culpable track.

After being chased for so long,

You’ll need to go back where you went wrong.

Go back to each and every,

Who you have cheated deceitfully.

Who you have mislead for your good,

Go back and do what an honest man would.

Do this before your grave gets filled,

For shadow men are nothing but your own guilt.

Who have pity on no one,

Who will make you pay for the wrongs you’ve done.

Deceptive they are, quite impressive,

All to make you more submissive.

But even when they’re not in view,

From where no one’s looking, they stare at you.

Laugh at every breath you take,

Every smile you fake,

Every mistake you make.

And your chances are very narrow when,

You try to run away, away from them,

Away from the shadow men.

                                                                (c) Mitul Magu

                                                                 February, 2011

Blazing Visionaries

In this dreary world I breathe,
And stare down at hell beneath,
I vision, follow, men of fire,
Leaving ashes of desire.

I stop to wonder where the worlds meet,
Or rather ponder where hell really exists,
Of men that could not stand on their feet,
Burning all with their flaming fists.

And now the truth that I know,
I see it everywhere I go,
And imagine it through the world at large,
Sabotage, Sabotage, Sabotage,
What a waste.

                                                                                                                     (c)Mitul Magu, 14
                                                                                                                     (2010)