The Insensitive Poet

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

Probably I'll fail, might get punched. Probably I'll also skip through lunch, for these selected amazing dumbs, I might also set off wrong with a few, because, yeah! I am new. I live alone, only the creamy walls are my companions, Damn! I am stuck with these champions. I might fail, worse I might quit. Well yeah! We are living a life real lit. "Eat less, meet more" are my daily chores, "Sleep more, weep less" now feel like lores. There are a millions things to do, but seconds are few. What to do, I am new. © Mohit Jha Disclaimer: All the works are the original works of the author and its reproduction in any kind is higly discouraged. PS: I was traveling while I was thinking all this, hence the image.

I was a dark desolated soul, Mindless hound, a meat without a goal. On a wreary, undying night I met you, For a shackled insane, damn! It felt new. For a face so unique, it's charm had no match, For a while all the burdens started to detach. With a smile so priceless, I was destined to rise. You were the road to victory, now you are the prize. It might feel a funny way to say, You feel like the night yet you feel like the day. I might be naive to fight, 'cuz ultimately I am the dark, you are my light © Mohit Jha Disclaimer: All the content provided here are the original works of the author and its reproduction in any way is highly discouraged. Wish your families a great independence day's week.

So, wrote a bit after a while, Under the fear this writer might fall apart. Wrote a bit that didn't have an end or a start. Not here to babble about life or death. Wrote a bit that might not make much sense. For I was lost, in a life too intense Wrote a bit after a while, to be me again. After all everyone's full of happy and pain. For I am a shadow, through the silent streets I flow. For I am a breeze, like all I too need to blow. Wrote a bit after a while, to make sure I still believe. Though I am a better person, but still a bit naive. Among all the bad, good, black and white. One thing was for sure right. I Wrote something that did felt like my diet. © Mohit Jha Disclaimer : All of this is the original works of the poet and its reproduction in any kind is highly discouraged.

So, Let me begin again, Let's fight, probably kill ourselves but still be friends. Let me begin again, Let's do the dance, the hugs and go insane. Let me begin again, This time we will be more stupid and lame. Let's be under the night, out again. Let's again say those words that once sounded same Let me begin again, You be Mrs.sugarFairy and I Mr.clumsyCane. Let me begin again, 'cuz I want to fall for you like we did then. Here we are, remembering the start. Because you are the moon and I the pole star. For all the things I wanna say to you again, Let's go crazy and fall for eachother over again. © Mohit Jha Disclaimer: All content provided here are the original works of the author and its reproduction in any form is highly discouraged.

It's difficult writing eyes, hair or lips all the time. All the lovely moments make me believe you'll always be mine. It's difficult writing all about her smile or the heart, Sometimes it's just about remembering how sweet was our start. I've had enough writing all about her beauty and fame, This time I'll bring out your side both funny and lame. She might weigh like a tonne, But if you know her you will be stunned. For you it might be a satire, Yet for her it's her beauty and her attire. No faults, she is perfection, mistakes in her are none. Don't worry beautiful, today we are one. ©Mohit Jha Disclaimer: All of the above is the original works of the writer and its reproduction in any kind is highly discouraged