Sprightly, oh! sprightly, the monsoon winds come,
With promises of relief.
Lightly, oh! lightly, the monsoon winds hum,
The ordeal of belief.
Hark me, oh! hark me, the monsoon winds roar,
Sizzling to strike the earth.
Darkly, oh! darkly, the lashing rains pour,
To end the copious dearth.
Deeply, oh! deeply, the cracking earth sighs,
In vicious shackles of heat,
Meekly, oh! meekly, the mountain defies,
Crumbling to fetters of defeat.
Sprightly, oh! sprightly, the poetic psyche leaps,
With promises of delight,
Lightly, oh! lightly, the rivulet seeps,
The ordeal of might…
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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.