Meinem Regal: 2010

AN EYE OF QUESTION ROSE TO ME.
AS DROPLETS OF SORROW SHOWN TO ME.
A GIRL WITH A SMILE WAVED TO ME.
THE GIRL WITH ANKLETS CAME TO ME.

NEAR BY SHE CAME WAS A CHILDISH BEAUTY.
OH ! MY HEART CAME TO ITS DUTY.
THE BEAUTY OF HER TOOK MY ATTENTION.
AS MY HEART TOOK ITS DEPARTURE FROM MY STATION.
STRAIGHT WENT THE TRAIN LIKE A CHORD.
CONNECTING HER HEART WITH MY ONE.

TIME PASSED QUICKLY UNTIL HER BEAUTIFUL DREAM,
WAS BROKEN BY HER EVIL MEAN.
ENDLESS WORLD CAME TO ITS END.
AS FOR THE FIRST TIME I GOT MY SENSE.

AH ! THE PAINTING SENSATION ,
AGAIN ROSE TO ITS HEIGHTS,
AS I RETURNED FROM MY DREAMS.
WITH THE PAST BURIED DEEP IN MY HEART.
NEVER, NEVER AGAIN I LOVED A GIRL.
FOR ,SHE COULD BE AS SAME AS HER.
                         -Shashank Jha

What a beautiful dream it was !
A Planet of green and green it was.
Surrounded by mighty blue and white.
For the dream and Planet, both were real.
It was what, our planet was, dear,
Many, many years ago.

Many, many years ago
When my grandpa, was a little son.
He used to say “I was in Heaven,
Until I grew fifty seven.
Oh ! What a pity I got on trees
When they died untimely.”

By seventy green lost its twenty;
As my father grew to forty.
Oh ! my grandpa met his destiny ,
With his heaven in his eyes.
When he was forty seven.

I grew up with the same dream.
In my eyes, was the beautiful green.
I saw, my planet was full of grey.
Crying for someone to save.
I wish I could ! I wish I could !
                          By- Shashank jha

Those black and white laughing skies,
Closed their way buried as gray.
Forgot to see, his last stream to be a Bride.
Which he filled with his water for
Forty years of his life.

It was the last month of the year,
When my grandpa took his departure,
Without any notice without any leave.
He went on a holiday, straight to the grave.

Oh ! my dear, I had no pain nor had any tear.
I thought, I had no heart for my dears.
Why to cry? And why to be sorry ?
For the one who is no more !

Nor did my grandpa used to weep and cry.
Then why do we do such a crime.
No my grandpa, I will not cry nor will
I moan , as I know you met your destiny,
Without any fear, without any tear.

For I miss you, as long as I breathe, and will
Continue till the sea goes dry or my soul meets you.
                                      By-Shashank Jha