Office Story
Absolute Sin
- Shashank Jha
Struggling With 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.
FEAR OF MY HEART
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
MY GREEN DREAM
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
I MISS MY GRANDPA
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