Paradox February 11, 2007
Posted by Harihar Jha हरिहर झा in English, Free Verse, Kritya.in.add a comment
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
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
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You are a bore darling! February 11, 2007
Posted by Harihar Jha हरिहर झा in English, Free Verse, Kritya.in, humour sarcasm.Tags: bookworm, Dwarka, Holi, husband, scientist
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You are a bore darling!
I throw on you beautiful colours of Holi
You tell me boring wavelength of these colours
My idiot Einstein!
What a wonderful occasion of Holi!
I throw a siring of colours
You lecture on ‘atmospheric pressure’
A bit of wood gathered by friends
Amid sacrad fire of Holi
Why don’t you keep with you
your ranting about ‘Save environment’
You are a bore darling!
I keep telling you
It is victory of truth over the evil
Holika blazed and Prahlad is saved
You bring fire-proof cloths in between
Bore, You are a bore darling!
What a beautiful dance of Radha-Krishna in Mathura
My bore darling!
You detail on excavation of Dwarka!
-Harihar Jha
4th poem on
Promise February 10, 2007
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A crooked minister instead of hell
went to heaven he was desirous
Mistake in account of Karma
May be the computer had a virus.
His hypocrisy got hidden
Charity visible as paint
The account gobbled in a way
The Minister looked like a saint
But what sort of heaven it is
teasing luxury so well
Burning fire around
Just like in the hell
Fraud, corruption as Minister
were all under his direction
He, innumerable promises
had broken after election
Bribery charges eleven
and broken promises million
virgins’ image moving around
Just to ‘promise’ heaven.
-Harihar Jha
3rd poem on
Poor Me! February 10, 2007
Posted by Harihar Jha हरिहर झा in English, Free Verse, Kritya.in.Tags: freedom, libber, women
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Lured me to make like you
You snatched away my ‘self’
On excuse to lighten me
on my body you added shackles
Engrossed with relation in family
full of leaves and flowers
rootless as I was
You chose to give me power
To give me my own personality
Me nude tree at your request
With the lotion of Beauty-saloon
glued dummy flowers on my breast
Veils after veils I was covered
by my Lord, the stone-age guy
You turned me into a bar-girl
For liberation, I couldn’t cry
You removed my clothes, layer after layer
For freedom I was keen
What a shame on tragic joy
you peeled off even my skin.
-Harihar Jha
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I don’t know why? February 9, 2007
Posted by Harihar Jha हरिहर झा in English, Free Verse, Kritya.in, Poetry.com.Tags: hollow, intellectual, selfish
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I see a crying hungry child
My hands dip in a philosophical puzzle
What is hunger and what is pain?
What is body and what is a soul?
I see a woman being dragged by a sinner
My eyes searching for the answer.
Who is victim here and who is a culprit?
What is love and what is lust?
Live knives and crying dead bodies
In a communal riot
My ears only want to listen
Who is Hindu here and who is Muslim
Who are my own?
And the rest are aliens.
I don’t know why?
My eyes, ears , hands and legs
Have turned into Mind
And where is my Mind?
Dancing like a puppet
To the tune of these cunning snake-charmers.
Harihar Rai Jha
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