Three Poems by Jay Gandhi

No Rolling Credits 

Beneath these massive marvels,
the bodies of those masons
are buried — without coffins.

The architects took the cake.
Queens plundered the fame.

From the woman
who placed first brick
to the man who applied
final stroke of brush:
all are dusted. Names
have been forgotten.

we never memorized
them in the first place.


I gave away my late Mom's blue sari
which remained untouched since
several years. She had worn it
for my Master's Graduation.
I did not take pictures that day.

First day @ Job

Today the chick 
has hatched. 

It rubs its eyes
while it struggles
to get up on
its feet.

It will learn fast
to run fast; run
zigzag, cut lanes
& fly.

The world
is a beautiful
full of scavengers.

About the author

Jay Gandhi is a thirty-four year old poet residing in Mumbai, India. He’s an Accountant by profession, a Guitarist and a Yoga Practitioner. He derives inspiration from mundane things. Poetry is his tool to find beauty in the daily routine. His poetry has been featured in anthologies such as Persian Sugar in English Tea, Poets on the Run, Saffron Flavoured Rock Candy and Once upon a meal. His poems have been published by the online magazine Muddy River Poetry Review and have made it to the front page of In free time, Jay likes to walk for long distances.

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