Warrior of Life

Everyday is a battle,

Everyday is a struggle,

But, you’re an warrior.

Stand up,

Put on your armour,

Take you sword,

Slay your enemies,

The adversities and obstacles.

Fight fight and fight,

Until you reach your goal.

Every defeat is a bedge,

You’ve fought well,

Sucess is your desity,

Fight for next oppurtunity.

Remember, you’re an warrior,

Born to battle.

2019© Jay Yadav

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Let her go

Someday she has to go!

Because, she has to go.

My love,

Is not strong enough,

To say “Don’t Go”.

Because she has to go.


I prepare,

Make myself, and

Break again,

Because she has to go.

The scene,

Plays in the backdrop of mind,

When she leaves,

Kills me a hundred times,

But, she has to go,

Because she has to go.

Loving silently,

Half a decade now,

Loving every moment,

In the present,

Because in future,

She has to go.

The fights,

Her anger, my anxiety,

The moments,

When I pretend to be dumb,

Just because I want to hear,

“You’re so dumb”,

Tomorrow, will not matter,

Because she has to go.

Destiny will put her,

In to a man’s life,

Whom, Circumstances have helped,

To gain everything in life.

My love has no tongue,

Or she would understand,

Maybe she does,

Still pretends,

Because, she has to go.

2019©Jay Yadav


This poem is dedicated to one of my uncle who got retired from service today and to all of you folks who have been serving somewhere on this planet to buy happiness and laughter and every bit of comfort for your family……… Huge respect to every single drop of your sweat..!!!


The day an entire journey ends.


When those kids at office,

Who were once anxious,

Of how would you react to their work,

Brings you flower and says,

“Old man, you gotta relax !”

Let us take the baton,

And let you free,

In this relay race.


The day when,

All the bittersweet memories,

Goes into a flashback,

Some passengers,

Lost in the peregrination of time,


At the back drop of mind.

First boss, first salary,

The very first gift for mother,

Her happiness,

Those rolled down on her cheek,

As tears,

The first gift for beloved,

Whose trust got firm,

That her dad won’t doubt.

She had not chosen glass,

Trading diamond in life,

Everything appears alive.


A day, just a day,

Like every other,

As man never gets retire.

A journey ends,

For the sake of,

Commencement of another,



He was sitting in the waiting room with his six year old niece, waiting for their train, The cold made that night silent enough although there was continuous motions of trains. There were not many passangers in that waiting room, perhaps the cold filled peoples with laziness and no will to sacrifice the comfort of warm bed and blankets for the sake of travel.

“Trains are never on time in this country”, he heard a lady’s voice and turned his eyes towards the door to find who was getting irritated by this universal truth, that is prevailing for years now, trains are always late.

There she was, following her was her brother, she sat down on a plastic chair in the right corner of that silent waiting room and her brother on her right side.

He began to feel uncomfortable by her presence, his mind went twelve years back, the day when she finally went out of house.

She could wait, she could give him some time to achieve his dreams, his goals in life, he was not prepared for marriage at that point of life, he convinced himself once again, although a decade later.

Suddenly her eyes found him, sitting at another corner opposite to her, “oh god” her heart began to jog, “why this man is here, why do I have to see this man again whom I hate the most” she said to herself being irritated, first by cold and then by his presence.

Last thing he heard about her was she got married, most probably it was her husband, he thought. Restless, he was praying for the train to arrive as soon as possible.

“Oh, he is married and have a daughter, she got her looks from him”, she was telling herself why trying to pretend that she had not noticed him yet.

“Please pay attention, Train number 12353 UP Howrah to Bengaluru Humsafar Express is standing at platform number 8”, it was his train, he grabbed his niece on one hand, trolley on the other and walked out of the door of that silent waiting room with a smile on his face for she is happy and married, she looked at his niece and was happy, knowing that he was happily married having child.


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Leaving home

I didn’t know

How to put jam on my toasts.

I didn’t know,

How to tie the lace of shoes,

I was twenty two,

Still my momma’s baby boy.

My father,

Pushed me out of the door,

Said , I am old enough,

To find my path.

But, my steps returned home.

He pushed me again and again,

Everytime, I felt

Shackles on my feet,

pulled me to my home,

Because, there was my mom.

One night the thunder broke,

The sky began to cry,

My momma slept,

Never to wake up again,

I wept so loud,

With silence on my mouth.

Me and dad bid her adieu,

“Here lies my loving mother”,

I wrote on her tombstone.

Dad pushed me again,

Out of the door,

This time,

My feet felt no restrain,

They steped foward,

Never to return again.

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