The Insensitive Poet

My Lady With a little sparkle in her eyes, she walks around playing with her hair. with all her compassion and heart, to me she hears. with a beautiful smile on her lips, her world with me she shares. With excitement we walk down the silent ways. Hand in hand too shy to say what our heart says. A little less to say, a little more to feel. with her this life seems easier to deal. A little more excited to be feeling this vibe. She is not just my lady, she is life. © Mohit Jha

Someone I am no saviour, I am not a knight. I am no avenger, I am not a lost light. I am someone's yearn. Somebody's concern. Somebody's passion, someone's perfection. I am no musican, I am not a writer. I am no brain, I am not just the fighter. Still I am someone's song, somebody's best bond. Someone's Symphony, somebody's enemy. I am no friend, I am not a foe. I am no stranger, I am not a show. I am a river to everyone's heart that flow, waiting for it's turn to go. I am no human, I have no soul. I am an emotion, destined for more. © Mohit Jha

In an illusion of discovering myself, my own memories were falling apart. Hallucinating about help, confused on where do I start? Million roads were leading to nowhere, thousand useless steps and I was back on that same square. No promises, no love, no hate I bear. Writing about this, might be my last affair. Million stars were shining but none felt true. All it took was something special and new. Here i am singing a symphony sung by all of you. Yes! because I found my way, like those successful few. I've fought those demons which won't let me sleep. Here I am working again, Godspeed!. Lets finally step out and play. 'Cuz i found my way.  © Mohit Jha.

Paradise They said I'd done wrong, everything was gone. Someone intended to make her strong, but damage was done I know there is still some fire up in those eyes, No matter how much hurt you are, there's always a paradise. Still there's some power in those shoulders, All the pain, all the anger only makes her stronger. You are that bird which must fly high, When I say this, surely you'd butterflies, Close your eyes, I am your paradise. No matter how much rainy or stormy skies, Close those eyes and just fly high. This is my world set on fire. My life set to paradise. ©Mohit Jha Liked it? share and spread the love. Thanks!.