Against the common,

My emotions will speak



Why this cry, baby?

Tell me not that it is for the long eras

Of futile living. It is philosophical. Out of sense for you.


See how your parents smile,

With the doctor’s word:

“Your baby is fine.”


I know that you cry that you are out of risk.

I pity you baby,

I understand your cry. Solace.


I know that you are born with a smile,

Which you are made to forget

by the time of your birth: 10 pm, darkness, white bed.


Conventions scratch your being. Half an hour passed now.

Conventions are someone’s conveniences, baby,

Which don’t nurture humanity.


Do I sound philosophical?

I am.

I am philosophical with a birth certificate, thirty years old.


From here, you start seeing ‘society’-

A card tower hollow inside, regularly arranged. Neat outside.

I am dangerous enough to blow it down to play with you.


Do you mock at me, asking me whether I am God?

Or Satan?

I’ll be a writer, rather, who knows no bounds.


My pen would write that ‘God’ is forgotten and is out of trend,

When gods come in plenty

And give all boredom being cliches.


Satan too is forgotten and out of trend,

When satans come in plenty

And build up the stagnation.


I see you confused.

I see you forgetting your smile, your heaven.

Don’t cry baby; be indifferent!


I loved it when I heard that you are in danger.

I pity it when the others smile hearing that

You are “saved”.


Every human is a sadist.

He doesn’t want anyone to “survive”

In real. You are but one victim.


Every life is a documentary

of how a human skull gets mutilated,

How the skin is made rosy red to later burn easily.


You’ll be carried till you get a rigid spine.

Then you’ll be taught how to bend it.

Enough for a parallel to the earth, for the society to carry you.


Do I speak dangers?

You say yes.

I say I am philosophical, with thirty year old certificate.




This poem got published in Tharamgini online magazine:

About Jyothy Sreedhar

An active blogger/ networker, 29 Female Calicut. Born and brought up in Aluva, Ernakulam District in the heart of Kerala. Presently residing in Calicut. Postgraduate in English Language and Literature, with UGC NET. Qualified in Graphic Designing. Hold a Prasar Bharathi Vani certificate for Radio production and presentation. Former college lecturer in English, also experienced in TV anchoring, TV program production and Radio presentation.

Posted on March 20, 2013, in Magazine articles, My English poems. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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