Absolute Sin
Salt got sour and chocolate got salty,
Coconut and peanut lost their hardness,
Images penetrated through mirror,
Knives bent on a piece of butter.
Crows were singing
With the voice of cuckoo
Snakes were walking
As swift as do-do.
When a Muslim called
Hindu his brother.
Resolute was i not to accept such statements
They seems sinister to me.
A man ogles on a gorgeous blond girl
Regardless her creed and cast.
Isn’t this enough to live united?
This notion of religion and cast
Seems to pass-on from generation to count
But why are we so aggressive and
Are enemy to our own siblings?
Religion is nothing, but just the result
Of divided region and Lingui.
We shaped it, we made it so fearful,
Our offspring’s for sure,
For sure, our offspring’s will piss, just by pronouncing.
- Shashank Jha
- Shashank Jha
Struggling With HEL
Baffled by daffodils the harp still sings
Struggling on mound the grass still breaths
Beholden by sight, I hold a dream wings
But fear its feather don’t miss with Whigs.
Will torment my thoughts, as annoys my brain,
I fear his presence will seize my dream.
I shall wake upset and move to my desk,
Which century was it, that he was replaced?
Was it the Tory or the Helen of Troy?
Who makes me calm to feel my breath?
Who is the writer and who is the novelist?
Who is coroneted and who are novelties?
Questions are many but life is one,
Days are many but the day of death is one,
Birthday is one and so examination day is one,
But who will kindle my thoughts and unite them to one?
Come Mephistopheles tear me to pieces,
As you did to Dr. Faustus
But do it now, before I see morrow’s sun
And burst my brain with the load of HEL.
Struggling on mound the grass still breaths
Beholden by sight, I hold a dream wings
But fear its feather don’t miss with Whigs.
Will torment my thoughts, as annoys my brain,
I fear his presence will seize my dream.
I shall wake upset and move to my desk,
Which century was it, that he was replaced?
Was it the Tory or the Helen of Troy?
Who makes me calm to feel my breath?
Who is the writer and who is the novelist?
Who is coroneted and who are novelties?
Questions are many but life is one,
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| Shashank Jha |
Birthday is one and so examination day is one,
But who will kindle my thoughts and unite them to one?
Come Mephistopheles tear me to pieces,
As you did to Dr. Faustus
But do it now, before I see morrow’s sun
And burst my brain with the load of HEL.
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Shashank Jha
In:
Freezing Sonnet
Speech
Slipped through my lips a word
Though it came out as a silent verb.
A lisp was it, to show the courtesy
Framed in mind was a long discourse.
Epiglottis was dry,to speak it took much force,
But vigorous impulse to give a long speech,
Impeded docile by my nerves who preach.
I adhered to fear and scepted my thought.
Words are impeded by barriers and are misunderstood,
But silence is best understood.
Nothing like a silent speech, if delivered.
Touches the heart of Pimps and Pervert,
But fails to persuade Priests and Saint,
Who occult but are agonist in heart.
- Shashank Jha
Though it came out as a silent verb.
A lisp was it, to show the courtesy
Framed in mind was a long discourse.
Epiglottis was dry,to speak it took much force,
But vigorous impulse to give a long speech,
Impeded docile by my nerves who preach.
I adhered to fear and scepted my thought.
Words are impeded by barriers and are misunderstood,
But silence is best understood.
Nothing like a silent speech, if delivered.
Touches the heart of Pimps and Pervert,
But fails to persuade Priests and Saint,
Who occult but are agonist in heart.
- Shashank Jha
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