The Insensitive Poet

अभिनंदन उस अभिनंदन को जिसने बदली इस शब्द की परिभाषा, अभिनंदन उस अभिनंदन को जिसने रच डाली अपनी वीर गाथा। अभिनंदन उस  अभिनंदन को जो मुश्किलों में भी खड़ा रहा, अभिनंदन उस अभिनंदन को जो देश की लिए सीना ताने अड़ा रहा। डर भी ना उसको डरा सका, ना कोई उसको झुका सका। सरहदें पार ना कोई इन्हें छू पाए, मुछो को ताओ दे पिये ये वीर मीठी चाय। ऐसे होते है मेरे जवान, खून खून में है इसके, लिखा मेरा हिंदुस्तान। लौट आये सलामत लिख दिया इतिहास, कितने ही लिखो गीत या उपन्यास। अभिनंदन उस अभिनंदन जिससे हैरान है सारा संसार, तुम ही हो मित्र, वीरता के वो नए आसार। © मोहित DISCLAIMER: all of the content above are the original works of the author and its reproduction in any way is highly discouraged

Listen to me one more time. let a few words be yours, and a few be mine, Listen to me one more time Let me write for you, again so they might rhyme. We are just a product of a catastrophe, a remainder of what's next to see, On a silent night where there's just you and me Fill me up with better words to sing for thee. Looking for words, I outran my design. Looking for nerves,  you were my probable line. Carving the curves, which could never be mine. Envisaging a figure so damn divine. So be it, or be it not my time? Wrote something for you hoping they rhyme. © Mohit Jha Disclaimer: All of the content above are the original works of the author and its reproduction in any way is highly discouraged.

Could I be more specific, like I was as a child. Could I be more sensitive, like I was even when pain was mild. Could I be more angry, like I was when life was bad. Could I be more relaxed, "you'll be fine" said Dad. Yeah! I grew up, but i am still the same. A bit more curious and a touch of lame. Tried to explain all I can, I am a child stuck inside a man. I cry, I play, I laugh, I annoy. I've got my problems, still I seem to enjoy. I am a child, for even a smile can make my day. I seek and find, all the stupid stuff I have to say. Life is tough, I am doing things fine, I am a child, that's the new design. ©Mohit Jha Image: ©Mohit Jha Disclaimer: All of the content are the original works of the author and its reproduction in any kind is highly discouraged. Ps: Happy Children's day

So For You Again there's an emptiness tonight, a hole that wasn't there before, Something feels missing deepdown inside, While I can't find you any more. This place beside me, feels the torn, And the nights, feel my cold, while for me they mourn, but, without you there ain't a hand to hold. So again I cry, but the place feels numb, So again I try, for you like a dumb, So again I deny, and in pain I succumb. To get to you, see! What I've become. The seat beside me again feels the same, When it knew, it once had our name. © Mohit Jha Image copyright: © Mohit Jha Disclaimer: all of the content above are the original works of the author and its reproduction in any form is highly discouraged.

So far away we are, From the blood or the scars. So lost we are amongst the stars, So distant we are from a truth, bizzare. So blunt I was when I knew, When I wasn't among those lucky few. They seemed happy singing their stories in vain. Couldn't guess they were two hearts crying out in pain. Yet, So far away, they were from the start, When they knew she wasn't the moon or he the star. Their stories that now started to fall apart. So far are, when we claimed their worlds ours. ©Mohit Jha Disclaimer: all the content above are the original works of the writer and its reproduction in any form is highly discouraged. Image copyright: Mohit Jha

मैं शायर तो नहीं पर लिखने का तज़ुर्बा जरूर रखता हूं। में कवी तो नहीं पर हर वक़्त इस कलम को यूँही जरूर देखता हूं। शब्दों में इतनी मिठास तो नहीं, कभी सुकून के लिए मैं भी यूँही लिख लिया करता हूं। मैं शायर तो नहीं पर कुछ ख्वाब जरूर देखता हूं। कभी कभी मैं भी उन खली पन्नो से मुख मोड़ लेता हूं। शब्दों के इस लीबाज़ में कोई जोश तो नहीं, पर कभी मैं भी "पोयम" से कविता का रुख़ कर ही लेता हूं। मैं शायर तो नहीं पर कोशिश जरूर करता हूं। शब्दों को मोड़कर, कुछ शब्दों को यूँही जोड़ दिया करता हूं। आशा है आपको ये पसंद आया हो, मैं शायर तो नहीं पर लिखने का तज़ुर्बा जरूर रखता हूं। © Mohit Jha Painting by : shubham shingla Disclaimer : all of the above are the original works of the poet and its reproduction in any kind is highly discouraged.

There sits a lady in blue, Radiating out her own natural hue. While I, like those dumb few. Always feel it's something new. An eternity passed, she didn't age at all, We laughed we cried, moment was ours to call. Those roads we walked are now the evidence, That our one life time was far too intense. When I tell her, she thinks it's a satire, Only a few believe it's her only attire. Even the dead and the wrinkled skin shines. Even her white pale hair, steal the beauty of these lines. I thought all this while I was waiting without a clue. There she was my lady in blue. While I like those dumb few. Felt like it was something new. © Mohit Jha Disclaimer: all of the above are the original works of the poet and its reproduction in any kind is highly discouraged. Painting by:  Shubham Singla