To The Solitary Stranger

To The Solitary Stranger long poem

Part I

Has the spring of poetry faded away?

In a deluge of falling leaves,

When the shadows and lights are at play,

Like transient doubts and beliefs.

Have words become faceless apparitions,

Gazing into the boundless night,

At ancient numberless constellations,

And the space beyond their light.

has the steel of the world quenched the poet,

his soul a captive of its cage,

so those times when he fervently wept,

was but an impalpable mirage.

Part II

Who is the solitary figure?

Striding before the grey cloud haze,

So his white robe is astir,

And the elf-locks hide his face.

So the air is scent laden,

And brings memories of long ago,

Like the smile of a person ,

Who lives in form and mass no more.

Who are you strange mendicant,

Who sings songs I couldn’t define,

There were days that I spent,

Thinking they were all mine.

Who are you lone traveler?

Your steps have an echo that I knew,

So I must delve deeper,

To find that face within you.

Part III

“I am a mendicant, a story teller,

I am poetry and a metaphor.

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Jay Krishnan

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Always wide eyed with wonder, prone to reveries and restless with an inexplicable yearning to create ever since he was a little boy, Jay wrote his first poem when he was six. He discovered the ore of his creative endeavors in the writings of his sister from which everything else originated, in attics filled with vanilla smelling old books, in savoring the classics and in intricate poems of Wordsworth and William Blake inlaid with rhyme…. His poems have snuck under editorial radars and appeared in global anthologies, magazines, newspapers and online journals. He also runs an idea shop called the Centre of Gravity, draws cartoons, directs animated short films and conceptualizes communication campaigns. All of which originate from the same artery of poetic longing that destiny charmed into his soul.
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Prabha Krishnan
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Brilliant!

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When they ask you to define ‘a soulful poem’ this would be it. Every artist witnesses this hide and seek of poetic mirage…
You are a pied piper of thoughts Jay. Words follow you so effortlessly.

Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Nearing the end of the poem, you have led the reader to the inescapable conclusion. I enjoyed it.

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