Cartographers of Consciousness

Cartographers of Consciousness long poem

The train has already departed,
From the country that they call yesterday,
Into the territories uncharted,
Leaving behind the remains of the day.

Leaving behind the sobbing hills and churches,
And nurseries full of sighing,
And forests of ashen pines and birches,
And the lifetimes full of dying.

Leaving behind letters full of crimson burning,
And clocks whose hearts have stopped,
And books whose pages are full of turning,
And childhoods whose attics are all locked.

Leaving behind a bride that’s dressed in black,
And songs lost in a sea of unceasing echoes,
And a mirror that’s nursing a crack,
And a Rose garden full of stuffed crows.

Leaving behind the rocking horses you kept away,
And the paper boats full of sailing,
And the carnivals where shadows go to play,
And the infirmaries full of ailing.

Leaving behind the man you once called by your name,
Who has already been fed into the fire.
And his vestiges of ash and tears that may remain,
And his old coat of fears and desire.

Leaving behind the waltzes of the left feet,
And the bookmarks of dried lavender,
And the playlist of thoughts set on repeat,
And the backstage of tragedy forever.

Leaving behind the casino of grand expectations,
And the tarot cards of hindsight,
And the theater with its biopic of illusions,
And the ignorance for the light.

Up ahead there is a rainbow forming that is as large as the sky,
The cartographers of consciousness steadily sketch,
Wondering where the borders of this magical land lie,
And the gardens of this paradise stretch.

There is a drum here that can play both the silence and the sound,
There is a painting here that is neither figure nor ground.

There is clock here that keeps both time and timelessness,
There is a game here that is both poker and chess.

There is a language here that is all metaphors and no words,
There is a sky here that is all flights and no birds.

There is a lamp here that has no fuel, but never runs out of light,
There is a pair of eyes here that’s always closed but full of sight.

There is an instrument here that is all music and no strings.
There is a man here drinking from a cup, into which the moon has melted into bliss.

There is a man here traveling in this train,
Who says when you ask him his name –

‘I am just a dreamer of dreams; I am just a writer of lines,
I am just a sailor of seas; I am just a taster of wines,
I am just a painter of pictures; I am just a bearer of signs,
I am just a prophet of rhymes; I am just a prophet of rhymes….’

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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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Jayshree Murali

Simply brilliant !

this one needs a ode…..

Oh ye cartographer of consciousness
What do ye know
of the latitudes and longitudes
That I have traversed
Time zones on this planet
Have flown by
And the frigid poles
Have melted with
Boots trodden
I now on the equator
Where day and night
Are mine in equal measure…

kshitij patil
kshitij patil


Prabha Krishnan
Prabha Krishnan

What a beauty……if words came out of you and was not a beauty it would be a surprise!

Chandrama Deshmukh

You two are blessed by the God Of Poetry.
Reading your verses is simply awesome.

Jay.. you have a fan!

Jayshree Murali

Hey Chandrama – thank you …:)

Editorial Board

Aptly summed up , you are indeed a “prophet of rhymes” Jay krishnan and its really been an enjoyable, thought provoking and wonderful word journey ; our association with you, ever since HighonPoems came into existence,. The fluidity and grace of your verse are like music and that perhaps is the most charming thing about your writing, how each thought blends seamlessly to give way to another. We are proud to have you in this section of the Editors’ Favourite poems.


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