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a lovely girl played syringe on Holi with me
sudden spell of colors that was frightening
then pierced my mind and heart just like an arrow
she was dancing but her steps were like lightening

beautiful like a moon described in fairytale
her seductive style and she is full of joy
many eyes staring her but she moves fearlessly
makes me jealous when goes with the naughty boys

my world is getting colorful by her presence
her spilling youthfulness is nature’s tribute
not innocent but she is so much generous
she is full of love and wants to distribute

I catch her wrist and gently twist to tease her
my delicate heart why does she want to hurt
her lovely ‘no’ with a great style scares me a lot
she is the only girl with whom I want to flirt

I always think of her coquetry so perfect
pink shy and timid, next moment she is free
I have come across many floozies in my life
but my heart knows she is the girl who loves me

Harihar Rai Jha

Copyright ©2007 Harihar Rai Jha

Theme : Death

  The Death has drawn a line on me
Mind in blunder, my heart in wonder
I see the death coming near me

Spreading black veil, making me blind
Shaking my bones, and veins are blown
A wave in melody piercing my mind

Song from the birds rolling on a death cup
What clouds reveal, wet fragrance I feel
From earth to cosmos, umbrella opens up      

 With love I am ready to be breakfast next
Death licking me while I taste my death
My soul is fulfilled but ego perplexed       

The world is dissolved, I’m going to die
Nothingness looming and silence blooming
Peace everywhere I’m flying in the sky.            

Order from heavens passing my ears
Take me my dear with joy and cheers
People around me why shedding tears?        

Since you left me, Oh sweetheart!
My heart in silence teasing apart

hidden in sky I see you in showers
in beat of my heart full up of scars
Your beautiful lips smiling in flowers
your charming eyes peeping thru stars

your love inspiring for music and art
Since you left me, Oh sweetheart!

in dreams I see you to quench my thirst
weaving daydreams still agony so much
eyes in my mind, your image to clutch
how to bring charm, your beauty, your touch!

sinking my lonely heart, tears to start
Since you left me, Oh sweetheart!

Harihar Rai Jha

Copyright ©2007 Harihar Rai Jha

threatening wind is getting angry
just like rocky and heartless wife
silent like in disagreement
but penetrating like a knife

complaining whisper thru my ears
fierce in a cyclonic speed
throwing garland of snow around
scattering everywhere all beads

in foggy morning fumes everywhere
whip like cold wave is felt
Lo! here arrives the red beauty
my hand moves to her and she melts

how to embrace in the arms of warmth
a guilt puts me in distress
Me, winter and furnace
like hubby, wife and the mistress

Harihar Rai Jha

Copyright ©2007 Harihar Rai Jha

A point behind the intricacy
the heartache is beyond cure

thunderous big bang from your anklet
universe emerging in flashes
The star, planet and satellite
are shining dots from your eyelashes

The clouds just like black-holes
are lamp black for your eyes
billion years have passed
in search of love, the heart cries

since then tears of separation
formed huge ocean for sure
the heartache is beyond cure

You, dancing in fish, flying in birds
In monkeys, humans you are on play
Your craving for love sneaking in reptiles
Darwin lost the way

life with a heart and source of heartache
the heartache is beyond cure

Harihar Rai Jha

Copyright ©2007 Harihar Rai Jha

compassion dripping from drops
cool water flows down a slope
to induce revolt I try
evaporation flaming
water upwards to the sky

flowers in the garden are
looking at the dancing birds
I too want to chirp and fly
to pick pollen floating free
then push some seeds on the earth
to compete with a tall tree.

swinging branches, wingspread birds
sneering on my strain
I want to ‘possess’ the bliss
not able to deal with pain
I lose veins in the darkness
tension in life and no fun
Death comes just for a second
flame of lamp to merge in Sun.

Harihar Rai Jha

Copyright ©2007 Harihar Rai Jha

winter season of fear is shrinking our life
wave of anxiety it is going to bring
gone the era when flowers used to blossom
many lovely innocent birds used to sing

very tough to solve the mystery of weather
snowfall disappeared now fire blowing at whim
all beautiful clothes soaked in perspiration
flowing dirty hot syrup from all our limbs

A marble statue with delicate veins here
always boasting of tolerance with a plaque
leisurely sitting in air-condition room
in public service and for the fear of cracks

Buds in the park, silently tolerating
heat wave in stoical and detached manner
get burned in fire to have rebirth with a smile
they believe in God as their divine planner

Enough, they revolted like a thorn to pinch
foul smell they emitted was a real bummer
they take mutual revenge against each other
with fear and hate as winter and summer

Harihar Rai Jha

Copyright ©2007 Harihar Rai Jha

river of blood has no boat and impossible to swim
why this terrible hurricane making moon and stars dim

Evil design of the devils
the play of fire to start
random noise of canons and bombs
filling their mind and heart

fighting against all the odds, survival chances are slim
why this terrible hurricane making moon and stars dim

War-mongers in the form of witch
playing game malicious
poverty and malnutrition
come in a circle vicious

spreading epidemic now, aftermath of bombing grim
why this terrible hurricane making moon and stars dim

they have lost all their family
Not a single penny
hopes washed away in the agony
legs lost for many

Cities have turned into graveyard, flying bodies and limbs
why this terrible hurricane making moon and stars dim

Harihar Rai Jha

Copyright ©2007 Harihar Rai Jha

he didn’t get kiss of any loved one
mother for long couldn’t stay
poverty hitting his life so hard
he moved on perverted ways

he thought the world is his enemy
no one listened to his cries
the cranky desire to win the world
looming in his stony eyes

once upon a time he had a dream
of joy and love-making tips
peeping in the beloved’s charming eyes
engaging lips with her lips

he wanted to serve humanity
and had no wicked desire
now the gunpowder of abhorrence
anger burning as wild fire

killing creates thirst for massacre
conscience hurting inside
misconceived notion of religion
giving false notion of pride

Harihar Rai Jha

Copyright ©2007 Harihar Rai Jha

getting worst of nausea
on slow road of the time and beyond
just like playful water
turning muddy with mosquitos around

No tree has dried
standing in lonely containment
birds, animals, stars and planets
no one is hungry of entertainment

but me, an intellectual
a provider of nice edge
for my flowing instinct so blind
why do I listen in this dead moment
the noise from the ghost of my mind?

an obstacle in meditation
a barrier in running is my hovering brood
full of wounds from animal instincts
harassing and turning me into a thief, so crude
caught red handed in the thread of perversion,
in the garb of daydreaming
yet nude, simply nude

Harihar Rai Jha

Copyright ©2007 Harihar Rai Jha

Hungry dogs keep barking
Moon sneaking away behind the horizon
In this city
A few corpses bury human beings alive
A few chairs catch the neck of people
Sit over them haughtily
I don’t know why
budding flowers are being crushed
My soul is furious, enraged
And cries my fuming speech

In response
Angered by not able to crush me
the hungry dogs
catch me with their big forceps
push me in a dog-vehicle
and leave me in a dreaded forest.

Harihar Rai Jha

Copyright ©2007 Harihar Rai Jha

Craving of a candle turned into pain
Scratched and just got melted
Shouted owing to heat of tears
Got divided and detached.

Joy in life somehow disappeared
Love got silenced soon
Summer chewed the vast ocean
Darkness swallowed the moon.

Scary river pulling with the force
So long hair of the hill
Frightened air was tightly clutching
the multi-arms of mountain

Smiled the Sun looking at this
then laughed to the depth of sky
Lo! how come so soon got washed away
every shadow of the cry.

Roaming clouds now trying to imitate
the tune of dancing men
Dance of lightning turned into love
craving of love throbbed again.

Harihar Rai Jha

Copyright ©2007 Harihar Rai Jha

The tasty food, you cook is unbeatable my mother!
The stuff in even five-star-hotels is nothing but  junk

The silly waiter ready here to obey my order
salutes me and bends, just for no tips who fiercely taunts!
then very amazed I remember love in your anger
I miss you in lavish hotels, confused on what I want

you scold me in your love that always purifies my soul
The tasty food, you cook is unbeatable my mother!

I grew in your kind shadow to see many lovely dreams
I passed thru each and every pain to attain the great height
I built in the air, the castles to get prosperity
My mental peace lost forever I keep crying whole night

I get peace of mind when recall one of your cradle songs
The tasty food, you cook is unbeatable my mother!

In my whole life I mastered the maths of loss and profit
In competition and jealousy living in suspense
on dazzling path but you are away, What a hollow life!
money is God, money is love, I fell prey to nonsense

I get relief in your smile on all my silly blunders
The tasty food, you cook is unbeatable my mother!

Harihar Rai Jha

Copyright ©2007 Harihar Rai Jha

Since I left the caves,
I wrote Vedas and Bible
Philosophy and science
Erotic books and songs tribal.

I have been boasting on being son of God
till Darwin’s Monkey checks
I make celibacy an ideal of life
till Freud’s pervasive sex

“Man is like insects”
“God is dead”
that is Nietzsche’s libel
Since I left the caves,
I wrote Vedas and Bible.

Thread from the fibres of words
tied myself to cope
I fell in love with every book
that is prison be tied with rope

But pretending creator of universe
In dream I’m riding waves
I wrote Vedas and Bible
Since I left the caves
  

Harihar Rai Jha

Copyright ©2007 Harihar Rai Jha

Ravan busy with sinister plan
running after gold and women
fallen in love with his male-ego
making effort to boost again

Afraid of all gods like Sun and Moon
boasting to put them in a cave
to fulfil his false satisfaction
he behaves as if they are slaves

and can’t control his demonic thoughts
lust popping out in his leisure
he keeps itching his wanton desires
that is the kind of his pleasure

how possessive, no end to mirage
facing death while living in stress
he leaves his body but doesn’t die
his Satan hides in all of us

Ram in heart is happy with Ravan
mix of evil needed in life
not good to make everyone happy
if you have to desert your wife.

Harihar Rai Jha

Copyright ©2007 Harihar Rai Jha

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flood in the river, dead bodies to float
Wonderful, I drive my paper-made boat!

World is bitter over quarrel and feud
Happy my daughter with succour of food

dazzle in city, my village remote
Wonderful, I drive my paper-made boat!

bomb on the masses from killer so sly
smoke from the clouds are spreading in the sky

yet innocent swans are ready to float
Wonderful, I drive my paper-made boat!

Fighting for greed and lust to wine and dine
hungry gets nothing yet gluttons take nine

crowing on rewards from almighty God
Wonderful, I drive my paper-made boat!

Earth being cheated by aliens cut-throat
stars and meteors are colliding a lot

a hot ball going in my old torn coat
Wonderful, I drive my paper-made boat!

Harihar Rai Jha

Copyright ©2007 Harihar Rai Jha

My friend! we came here
away from that mechanical life
happy on the bike with speed double
now look at the thorns in tube and tyre
how to cope with this trouble?

My friend! on the way we had put
lust of inner life in musical dress
shouting third rate songs, beat and rhythm in mess
now if we sing or cry on the bank of lonely river
our own shadow will tease and laugh at us

now enough of the tune of the singing birds
enough of the praise for the open sky
enough hypocrisy of the mental peace
Claim to be one with the nature so lie

with dust flying around our mouth and nose
Push thorny bicycle, on the filthy narrow track
with fit of anger, enraged in our heart
Oh my friend! let us speedily return back

Harihar Rai Jha

Copyright ©2007 Harihar Rai Jha

How to grab arteries of mankind
No mind should be free
name to occupy everywhere
me… and only me…

seers tell us of dissolving ego
merge in the cosmic jar
how funny have bankruptcy in business
claim owning bazar

forget all, Look how pretty lovely!
my ego, my name!
the question keeps troubling me again
the truth in seers’ claim

why seeker in a wild forest gets
Divine Buddha fame!
but king Shuddhodhan is recognised
by only son’s name

kings and thorns have aggressive ego
rose bud always knows
the man as always appreciates
fragrance of the rose

Harihar Rai Jha

Copyright ©2007 Harihar Rai Jha

A moment flowing like a drop in a river
Try hold in a box golden or silver

I exhausted my life thinking and thinking
Each time I got losing or wining!
Wasted my life converting into money
Like a busy bee creating honey

“Tick Tick” said moment in a mechanical scheme
Lost my life through a cobweb of dreams!

The moment stopes flowing when you are alone
Flies like a bird when a party is thrown
Moments of sorrow can cry loudly
Clapping moments of joy proudly

World is a drama with emotions all
Who knows when will curtain fall
The lamp of life gets all dissolved
Still the mystery is not resolved.

Layer by layer, like an onion
Moment itself opens up
Strangely combines a pungent dish
Flavoured with a sweet cup.

Harihar Rai Jha

Copyright ©2007 Harihar Rai Jha