The Insensitive Poet

The dark side of love When you had second thoughts, what did you do? When she needed you the most, where did you flew? When was the time you admired imperfection?, All along why was it named " a mere distraction"?. Why it's easy to fall in love, no expectations, no demand?, why you want to leave , why can't you stand?. Were all the promises fake ? Was the love just for the sake?. is it the end? wasn't the bond pure? why it is so devestating a cure. why all the love and attraction, Is seperation, now the only solution?. (c) Mohit Jha

Can I ? Can I get one more chance to fight? somethings I have to set right. Can I be trusted once more? some plots, I need to change in this folklore. can I be loved once again? I realize , there is no comfort in pain. can I not be forgotten like I was then? why it seems difficult starting all over again. Another chance is what I seek. I want to do it all, I want to reach the peak. All I want is your love and care, nothing in the world will go unfair. trust me like you did then. I have changed , I am not one of those fake men. (c) Mohit Jha

A fight between wrong and right Dark seems to be only light, an infinite void, a self daunting riot. Firm grip between past and present slips away, Mind thinks of a thousand destructive ways. In a time when words of motivation are useless to a defeated knight, we lose the wisdom to see the wrong, the right. A simple thought must hold us tight, the brightest day comes after the darkest night. Time is the supreme power, for sometime learn to enjoy your cover. When you know you are right, Stand firm, even if there is a fight. (c) Mohit Jha

Childhood love I remember when falling in love was easy, all it took was a proposal and some lines cheesy. I remember when we trusted everyone, How it all ended, everything was again undone. I remember the help from friends, we took, at times, it worked and our love was only in books. I remember those promises to never part, I guess it was just a headstart. From hugs to holding hands, From kisses to those friendship bands. I remember how that bond grew strong, I cherish it always, even though it was not long - Mohit Jha

None or maybe one? Problems are many, solutions are none. Answers are a thousand, helpful could be one. Philosophies have broken down, Instincts have burned. Respect is lost, a doubt that esteem would ever return? Haters are many, lovers are none. Fighting is tough, I have become so numb, giving up seems so easy and fun. Problems are many, solutions are none, There is no one to revert the damage done. Trust has broken down, love has burned. Health is lost, power is what is assume would never return - Mohit Jha

My Dreamland Take me to a place where I could enjoy my own silence, a place that requires no bank balance. With no one to judge me of my undone dress and hair, Just books and music. Yes!! It'd be a perfect affair. With warm sunshine, a cup of coffee and no stress, no regret for things and qualities i do not possess. Let me soak myself into the goodness around, take me to a place where there is no sound. Let it be, a place where i could enjoy my own intimacy, a place against all my wishes and prophecies. Excited, how adorable would be that trance. Take me to a place where i could enjoy my most desired couple dance. - Mohit Jha

THEY (Parents) They were the one, i saw, when i opened my eyes. They are the ones who support all my truths, all my lies. They are the only ones on whom i rely, because they taught me how to walk, how to fly. All my wishes that they never deny, All my demands taken care of, so i do not have to cry. Their absence is an insecurity, Ironically, their persense felt annoying in puberty. Its true, one day you'll be gone forever, and i'll not have enough teaful words to write on this paper.. -Mohit Jha