WINTER AND SPRING (A POEM)

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WINTER AND SPRING (A POEM)

Winter
Approaches its Dirge
Snowflakes
Crumble and Disappear
Leaving Behind
Memories
Frosty and Cold.

The Sun
Rises warmer and sharper
Light
Rays through windowpanes
It looks weird
And,
Sinful
Lying on bed late!

Winter
Proved Waste
With
Goals still far and furious
Is
The Conversation
Revolving
Around
The Memories of Failure
And,
The Prospect of Future
Bleak!

Spring
More Imagination: –
The Stuff of Poetry!
And,
Time
Is
Antithesis
To
Hopes
Left Floating
Endless!

AN ODE TO ALCOHOL (A POEM)

A crowd gathers in a pub
To forget time.
The air breathes joy
Intoxication is immortality !

Pain and suffering
Is the usual clock
Ticking all the time
And, time is ceaselessly cruel
Remembrance revives regret!

A man wants some space
To become free
From the regular pattern of life
Sitting and meditating
Giggling and laughing
Alcohol axes all aches !

LIFE-BEATS(A POEM)

The
Repetitive Rhythm
Of
Daily Life
Beating With Its Customary
Notes:
Discordant Yet Distinctive
And
The
Lurking Longings
For
Solitude & Satisfaction
Are
Forever
At War!

A
Man Is But A Pattern
Of
Mundane Details
All His Life.

In
The Beginning
He Desires To
Create A History
Full Of
Unique Instances!
Alas!
The Result
In The End
Yields Otherwise
And,
He Becomes
A Victim
Of That History
So Carefully Woven!

Is
Life
(As They Say —)
Everything
Except
For Living?

by Mrityunjay Jha

WAR AND PEACE (A POEM)

Strange is this world
Strange are we.
We do things that we detest
When we gain consciousness
Albeit such moments are rarity
One such perennial task
That we keep doing
And deriving peculiar pleasure
Is: –
“WAR”.
The ultimate prized possession here
Is: –
One’s track record in waging war.
No matter whether you lose or win
And the truth remains unaltered
That in war nobody ever wins.
What could be more cynical
Than reveling in our defeats!
A subtle boasting continues: –
Look-
We invaded
We waged
We won (almost)
The first act is done
So just a little respite affected.
We now negotiate
Have sent our trusted missionaries.
Known for their untiring zeal
For effecting peace.
……………………………………………
………………………………………………
The most difficult sanctioned job
On this planet is: –
(Brokering peace)
These peaceniks are a different lot
Totally incomparable.
Totally incomprehensible.
Though giving impression-
That they’ve never-say-die attitude.
But reality pictures otherwise
As is always the case-
Reality is always contradictory
Hence these peaceniks are-
Very helpless fellows.
A peculiar breed of a precarious time.
After donning the garb of peace
They proceed-
To sell peace
In the market
By persuading around the tables
They are desperate: –
Always hard selling the peace.
But,
In the market there is no such scope
Nobody buys peace these days.
In our market, peace has become
An obsolete thing
Completely out of- sync.
Peace has tumbled out of fashion
And the sellers fail the test
Returns back with fake assurances
A fake face, a lonely look
A vain victory, a polluting pause.
But despite all these: –
Kudos to such men-
For them-
Hope still matters.
Resolution still relevant.
……………………………………………………
Peace, thus is not-
The cessation of war
Or termination of it.
Rather –
We have made
Peace-
A comic-relief
Between the two or several
Acts of war.
Today,
Peace is nothing more
Except
A POPCORN-INTERVAL
Just to refresh and ready
Since the next episode
Would start soon.

by Mrityunjay Jha

AN OBITUARY TO A LOVE (A POEM)

It Is Not
That I Didn’t Notice
The Shaking !
Or,
Had Been Oblivious
Of The Tremors
Of It!
But,
The Time And The Manner
Came As A Blow!

Of Course
There Are Ways Of
Saying Goodbyes!
Though You Have Your Own Choice!

Suddenly,
Love,
Once More,
Becomes,
A Casualty!

……….(II) ………

Was There Reason
Some Or Any
For The Sake Of Satisfaction?
To Me,
It’s Beyond My Grasp!
What About You?
Let Me Suspect The Same
For You!

……….(III) ……..

Love
Come And Go
Belying
All Logic And Longevity!
Defying
Explanations –
Each And Every!

……….(IV) ……..

Who Says: –
There Is No Love Like The First Love!
For Me,
It Has Always Been The Last!

Again
Life Is Torn
Between
Bygone Bliss And Guilt Ridden Existence!

……….(V) ………

Do You Feel The Same?
At Least
For Certain Consolation
Let Me Fancy This!

The Ruins Of A Splendid Monument
Is Alway Haunting
However With Some
Tempting Fascination!