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Jay Gandhi

Jay Gandhi is a thirty-eight 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 PoetryCircle.com. In free time, Jay likes to walk for long distances.

Now that you’re no morePoetry

Now that you’re no more

Jay GandhiFebruary 14, 2025

I give a tight hug to myself and kiss myself on the forehead. I cry unstoppably and then wipe my tears. I don't miss…

Now that you’ve gonePoetry

Now that you’ve gone

Jay GandhiJuly 22, 2024

The Banana tree we planted on Emma’s third birthday is slowly shooting upwards. I plan to shift to Pune where people are a lot…

Salsa with DoubtPoetry

Salsa with Doubt

Jay GandhiFebruary 7, 2024

(I) Ten minutes into the shower, I fail to recall if I have applied a body wash & rinsed— I just check the armpit…

Fragile morning motivationPoetry

Fragile morning motivation

Jay GandhiOctober 17, 2022

It’s quite comforting to know that I wake up on 100% of the days that I’m alive and odds of fighting for yet another…

Digital RevengePoetry

Digital Revenge

Jay GandhiMay 17, 2021

The passwords of my Bank accounts shall get buried with me & no skeletons will remain. My self-centred children might guess the names of…

1/4 kgPoetry

1/4 kg

Jay GandhiDecember 10, 2020

Looking at a man selling tomatoes my intellect begins to play a game— are there enough in the fridge? If there are too many…

These spectacles have seen agesPoetry

These spectacles have seen ages

Jay GandhiNovember 30, 2020

These days all we do is swipe. right for double cheese burger, left for pasta with white sauce. Gone are the days when Pav-Bhaji…

Lazy PencilsPoetry

Lazy Pencils

Jay GandhiOctober 3, 2020

Some Pinky pencils live longer as they remain hidden in the dusty pockets of blazers that no longer fit. Then there are unconcerned ones…

One rupee coinFiction

One rupee coin

Jay GandhiJanuary 30, 2020

A fast train from Pradipghat would take around 45-50 minutes to reach Bharatgadh. Marvan would travel daily between the two stations, in a second…

my-TunePoetry

my-Tune

Jay GandhiSeptember 30, 2018

I take that song and immerse it in a bucket full of cold water, hoping that the song chills me down while I fume…

GajraFiction

Gajra

Jay GandhiAugust 11, 2018

Since 7 months Rita and I were living in the same apartment but merely as occupants sharing the same roof. Our 4-year marriage was…