RAMP TO ROAD

Full blossomed youth
Of a promising mod
Once fluttering in glee,
Faded away and withered.

Her catwalk on the ramp
Won many a heart;
By showing her talent
From the very start.

But Time’s cruel feet
Crushed her upward steps
To the zone of wantonness
From the riches to the rags.

Catapulted fame of hers
Now forced her to beg
For a bit of blue poison
Of discs and romance
To dance to the astray tunes
Satisfying men’s carnal appetite.

No photographer over there
With his staring camera
Is now willing to shoot her
Modeling with different poses
With different styles and smiles
On the ramp of insanity.

(Composed on the sad plight of model Gitanjali Nagpal found begging in the streets of Delhi )

BHASKARANAND JHA

CRAZY MAN

I am a crazy man
A speedy car,
A rash driving mind
With brakeless heart
Crushing over the feelings
Of those, close to me.

I am a thirsty man
In a vast ocean of life
With parched tongue
Drunken thoughts
And barren heart
Loitering in search of love.

I am a happy man
A never smiling face
With tearless eyes
Taking pleasure in
Suffering of others.

I am an ignorant man
An innocent child
Weeping for toys
To play for his fun
But tired and bored
Throwing them down to pieces.

BHASKARANAND JHA

SUCCESS

So what? If you don't succeed
Success sprouts from failure's seed
With hard toil and a little patience
Perseverance is our life's essence.
Days are not far away for the peak
From God, strength you must seek
Succes lasts longer, when comes late
Nothing snatches what is in your fate.
Never yield to any despair
Must deserve whats your share
Finally success will touch your feet
Accept what comes with true greet.
Happiness is but a state of mind
All the sorrow must leave behind.

Bhaskaranand Jha

HURLY BURLY LIFE

In the hurly burly of modern life,
Which is a long and painful strife,
Fighting against all odds of time
Rampant here all sorts of crime.
Redden’d with greed eyes fall no tear
Of law or God’s fury he has no fear
Heart writhes in the pool of blood
Emotions lost in the sway of flood.
No help, or rescue for the poor soul
Grabbing undue gain is one’s goal
Feeling and sympathy are all gone
Eden of humanity and hatred has grown.
Everybody is mad with so much power
Divine interference is the need of hour
Vice deadening the goodness of heart
For fear of evils,values,virtues depart.

BHASKARANAND JHA

ORPHAN

A pampered child as I was
Always loved,cuddled and respected
Due to the radiance and brilliance
Behoving my tender and soft face
Coming out of my parents' ego
Or may be of their baseless boasting.
A calm but isolated in the group
Ever lost in my own thoughts
Chalking out plans for sustaining
My ownself and my family.
Once out of college I took to teaching
The small kids blind to the fire
Of hunger and starvation devouring
The poor families of the inactive.
The wedding garland round my neck
Lowered my head and self esteem
Only to see the affairs of my own
Neglecting the plight of my parents .
I am now orphaned by none other
Than my parents for reasons still unknown.

BHASKARANAND JHA

SLAP OF TIME

We are the rootless people
Uprooted from the originality:
Reality of the existence
Forgotton the source,
The seed of the past:
The plinth of our life.
The lap that cradled us in childhood,
The rod that alerted not to go astray,
The book that lighted our way,
The school that showered knowledge,
All have no meaning for us now.
Like a leafless stiff tree
With no shadow for the needy
Erected like a mountain in the desert
Showing the vainly pride and strength
Unaware of soundless slap of Time.
-- BHASKARANAND JHA

REPENTANCE

What a hellish life it is!
Happiness, a mirage we long for
All try but only a few succeed
Broken, frustrated left for hovering
Between present despair and hope.
The days we are hoping for
Never tread the tender heart
Only the shadow of sorrow
Is brighter on gloomy face
To show the life, the thorny path
God has created for His amusement.
Life is a penance, repentance
Over what Man did in Eden-
By disobeying God.
BHASKARANAND JHA