The Estranged [A dedication]

         Jay was sitting in his small cell

         His head resting on the rails

         Staring with an absent minded wonder

         At the raiment on his shrunken shoulder.

         Is he the same man! or a shadow of

         Jay Sen the scholar, the stylist philanthropist

         The graceful spendthrift, a sophisticated sophist.

          When did his advent venture turned into adversity!

           When did he turn an addict, refusing golden opportunity

          He couldn't make up his mind

          He couldn't cope up with the blind  

          Those who can't differ

          A gold and a plated glitter!

         Those who have used him and

          Threw him like a burnt cigar.

          The cynical pseudos who blamed him a psychic

           Accordingly they deserved blows and kick.

          To some 'normal humane' this was unusual

           An act of violence, not so sane and frugal

          From then Jay's address is 'the Asylum',

          The 'kind' home for mentally disturbed hoodlums.

         Just then he saw himself

         In a half burnt cigar, the warden threw.

         Smoke was still rising, it's still alive, he knew.

         He wanted it so badly, he stretched his hand out of the rails

         And a sudden pain gripped him

         A hooked rod ripped him

         Drawing back his bloody knuckles

         Jay cries a song of pathos

         A rhapsody of agony mixed with rage

         Fills the air of the dim lit cage

         The half dead creatures exhales sighs of sorrow

        And thus the sighs and cries moves on

         As great waves of echos.

         One night an angel surely came for Jay

          With a candle glowing with a serene light

         Not for money,not for fame, but only to spread love

           And took away all the painful humility like a feather touch of a dove.

          She made the disturbed calm and quiet

          Mr. Jay is a reformed man now, always happy and satisfied.