Theme : Guilt 
A Prank
by Harihar Rai Jha

A blind girl asks me, “is it day or night?”
my old classmate she is, not blind by birth
I get hurt when she asks in broad day light
to answer is futile, what is its worth?

Anguish in me tries to escape in vain
A guilt-ridden man cries in throbbing pain

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Theme : Passion

Your dead silence is very frightening
so much mysterious is your laughter
no escape! you are thunder and lightening !
to merge in you I come tumbling after

You annihilate my sturdy feeling
and blast the cobweb of my complex thoughts
with love you flood my heart’s core and ceiling
what a real volcano your touch has brought

Magic in you has a spiritual credo
fountain of cheers emerging from your eyes
craving desire with cheering libido
in pain suffers silently, my heart cries

In you I have jumped , be it loss or gain
God knows this passion is pleasure or pain? 

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naive children wear mask to frighten their friends
How silly they are! not sober like me!
aren’t they proudy and stupid in the end
I’m ideal inside out, you must agree

I am a great thinker and free from bias
but chase any target at your command
Get crooked work done if you are my boss
I twist my scruples , ethics on demand

with no morals or shame, I do shuttle
be any situation, I must win
pain in my heart so severe and subtle
I hide to transplant mask beneath my skin

children use mask just to play and enjoy
to hide my fear and greed masks I deploy
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Listen the tragic story and tears may start
I cried and cried, my heart falling apart

to get the secret they give pain and stress
hammer nails in the body makes it a mess
they tease and torment with a nasty wire
pocking in the flesh pains like electric fire

force of compassion I wish to impart
I cried and cried, my heart falling apart

the war and terror of worms near the wound
they shout and laugh loudly, moving around
tears and blood boiling but there is no sound
pain miserable, pain ho pause! no bound

still no secret from your tongue shall depart
I cried and cried, my heart falling apart

melting burn reaching bones, what a scorcher!
oh God! why do you allow this torture
wind from Satan is a sadistic breath
Take away your gift of life, worse than death

tough to drag sympathy out of cold heart
I cried and cried, my heart falling apart

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Agony in the heart expressed thru eyes
turns into intoxicated cheers
wine formed as her eyes dripping tears

She knows villain is writing her fate
Satan’s laughter rising in the sky
punishing her lover with dry heart
salty river comes out from her eyes

a lot of troubles disguised during sleep
nice and terrific dream appears
wine formed as her eyes dripping tears

perplexed bird is very disappointed
brooding on how to move with great care
how to be safe and avoid danger
how to spread wings in the poisoned air

losing senses, merging in cosmos
collapse brings divine call in her ears
wine formed as her eyes dripping tears

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You say the world is a dreamlike journey
in desert we are travellers stranded
with a big bang the death will seize our life
we will depart naked, empty handed

You say leave every trouble and tension
God is simply testing us, let us pray
endure with silence but never complain
God will judge everyone on the doom’s day

You say the world is a dreamlike journey
scriptures are the vision and art of seeing
you frighten people with fear of hell fire
who well deserve to live like human beings!

How nice! You live in air-conditioned rooms
with indulgence in lust and obscene kiss
what a lavish and luxurious your life!
you teach us poverty is divine bliss

You say the world is a dreamlike journey
renounce everything and have holy bath
Thanks for your wisdom of life after death
you can’t fool us in our commonsense path.
Harihar Rai Jha
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 Theme : Poetry

Am I really a poet or a joker
You said I amuse you and make you laugh
with all futile attempts to win your heart
I am half poet and a joker half

Poem is more than a flowing river
it should be composed cleaner and neater
so I’m attentive of rhyme and rhythm
precisely I measure foot and meter

I have nice collection of poetry
but publisher saw me with empty purse
somehow he wanted to escape from me
cunningly asked me to change in free verse

I inflicted wounds on all my poems
They were sobbing in tears, What a disgrace!
with clothes on their body I hide my sin!
no one can notice cuts on their faces

such poems are all just pornographic jokes,
you appreciate fantastically
but my heart knows the praise showered on me
should be told very sarcastically

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Lo! Fire in man creates all troubles and yearning
How can ocean quench thirst when the earth is burning

Birds are love-hungry,
They kiss each other with beak
Repressed stupid man,
hides feelings in his pink cheek.

Bluffs and diverts mind,
Thru wild imagination
No peace of mind on a road with twist and turning
How can ocean quench thirst when the earth is burning

Hunger makes a man,
Rebel without any shame
Politicians exploit it,
Power is their aim

It is the same struggle,
Between haves and have-nots
Drink made of poor’s blood is wealthy person’s earning
How can ocean quench thirst when the earth is burning

Whole world shakes,
before my money, power and fame
Shock waves return from moon,
That makes my aura flame

I am intelligent,
And indispensable
I am God and world is mine, everyone is learning
How can ocean quench thirst when the earth is burning

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 Theme : Passion

Flame of burning fire trying to embrace
When out of control, it blackens your face  

In humans, instinct of love is supreme
Dance, art and literature have the same theme
Suppressed love is anger poised to slaughter
like a thirsty man fighting for water

ready to dump wisdom, What a disgrace!
When out of control, it blackens your face

Restless mind without love always turns blind
animal beats the saint sitting in the mind
Roaming here and there, sad story to tell
With addiction of lust falling in the well

Water snakes in dream trying hard to chase
When out of control, it blackens your face

When erotic story turns chaotic
Man in love acts like a mad psychotic
Cupid takes revenge in the dress of love
Helpless man inside behaves like a dove

Passion dashing noble thoughts to replace
When out of control, it blackens your face

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Long live hypocrisy 

I can never go wrong, I hold all master keys
I am omnipotent, how can you challenge me?

Long live autocracy

Thanks to holy scriptures, all priests taking my side
I’m creator of God, heaven works as I guide

Long live theocracy 

In the cobweb of files, regulations and rules
Give bribe and get work done, Moralists are damn fools

Long live bureaucracy

Spin doctors give nice twist, and lie with perfection
Use mob psychology, to win the election

Long live democracy

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 Me thirsty of your love, now in great confusion
Love is an illusion

Almighty’s grace was raining down when I was born
A cyclone passed by my chest when the heart was torn

Your little self haunting me what a delusion!
Love is an illusion

When we were moving away both were in distress
Salty tears in eyes and the moment was tasteless

Pain in life and life in pain both are in fusion
Love is an illusion

My heart was crying when heard your sob in bereft
Your sweet memory in disarray since you left

Deep oceans have dried, swelling junk on intrusion
Love is an illusion

My flesh so cold and the lightning in my blood
Lips are thirsty, my lonely heart sinking in flood

Looking for God when my savior on allusion
Love is an illusion

  
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I pretend to read Bible and Koran
to show no fanatic mentality
I claim not succumb to social pressure
This is me and my personality

I don’t like rotten rituals,
sacred fire, animal slaughter
yet agree to give handsome dowry
in the marriage of my lovely daughter

If I spend money on death rituals
or in superstitious leisure
that is my status and my ego
What I do is my will and pleasure!

Deep down in me is a terrorist
bloody black-mailing my emotions
and crying no one can pressurise
I have my own personal notion

I sacrifice for my religion
good heaven is my thrill
I’m not hypocrite or irrational
What I do is my own sweet will

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In the shadow of a Banyan tree
Garlands and tender branches dangled
sound of footsteps on the door of heart
With divine call I am entangled

Lovely cushion bed with the green grass
The tickling drops of dews so small
entering in pores of my body
melodious sound of waterfall

Smiling flowers in blowing cool wind
What an atmosphere with magic!
How come lovely mysterious sound
kills my ego with speech so tragic

Gentle wind murmuring in the ears
Some revealed Mantra from a master
Then explosion in my shaking mind
like invitation to disaster

Bells from the dome of a holy temple
Growing love and peace in heart to heel
A silence pervading everywhere
It is a great spiritual feel!

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reflection of moon in water
made sleeping lazy-bone stars blind
pleased Ms. Night fell in love with moon
singing in chorus with the wind

The fly was shivering with fear
scared and very afraid to fly
Look, the birds flying in high air
laughed and went to the depth of sky

rising water in lust to live
swallowing all the soil to climb
bubbles happy with single breath
with joy melting in rays of time

The shooting star disappeared
wrote on the sky with precision
cheers or jeers whatever you want
you will get in your own vision

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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!

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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.

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