WHAT IS LOVE ?

Love is a fantasy

A pleasant feeling

Tickling the strings of heart

Caressing it with sweet soft touch

Resounding life

With the music of soothing happiness.

Love is a willing drug

To the soulful youths

Intoxicating minds and heart

Making them ever lost

In the world of imagination

Of their sweet future and ecstasy.

Love is an enigma

Beyond the understanding

Of the body and the mind

But within the realm of soulful heart

Tempting the youths of all ages

To understand and measure its profundity.

Love is a sweet invisible relation

Between two hearts

Either unified by society’s hands

Or separated physically

At two different places

But united together at heart and soul.

BHASKARANAND JHA BHASKAR

MY INNER VOICE

My inner voice
Her ear cannot hear,
Moaning in the rains
I cannot stop my tear.

Her heart is deaf
Now mine is blind,
With sobbing thoughts
And mournful mind.

It is not her fault but
That of my over expectation,
That bogs me down and down
Into the deadly depression.

BHASKARANAND JHA BHASKAR

REALISATION

One stone of sweet words
Created romantic ripples
In the pool of my heart.
This whirlpool created such music
That made me feel drowsy
All day and night
Rearing and basking my soul
In the shade of Love.

All on a sudden
I got up startled
Hearing the loud thud
Of one more stone
Hitting my heart
To awake my mind
To be alive to the reality
On the social ground
Protected by society’s customs.

Now I find myself
More experienced
While ignoring the bed
Of fantasy and romance,
I realized my true self.


BHASKARANAND JHA BHASKAR

LET WEDNESDAY COME -2

Mounds of thoughts and feelings
Writhe me to pour them out;
But there is no creative vision
To shape and vent them out.

Let Wednesday come
When I will chat out my feelings
For those nothing to do with them;
As they are out of their sense.

Mine is the feeling
Pure and sacrosanct
Transcending the world of flesh;
Beyond the reach of the physical heart.

Innermost intricacy of my self
Though seems strange to many
Can be realized only by those
Who have the divine sense
And deep sense of spirituality.

Eyes cannot fathom the depth
Of the ocean of feelings
Tides of love and human bonds;
Heart alone with pure thoughts
Can understand the labyrinth of Love.

BHASKARANAND JHA

LET WEDNESDAY COME

Let Wednesday come
With a world of fantasy
Sweetened with love and romance-
Dipping my soul in the fragrance
Of sweet relation, love, affection,
Facilitated by hate and attraction.

Even though at a long distance
Her presence seems closer to me
With her innocent demeanor
Beautified by her sense of humor
Humming a tune of affinity
I am melted in the ocean of Eternity.