The Insensitive Poet

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

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.