Mrityunjay Jha

Mrityunjay Jha Poems

Voices within and voices without
Each disrupting the other.
Sometimes in silence,
Loud and clear the next time.
...

Again,
The same day with the same familiar smell
I have breathed for long.
When one day ends, another hurries.
...

On a dull sunday afternoon
a man sitting near the sea watching the sky.
Birds and clouds moving across the horizon.
Peace dwells above
...

Morning!
Leaves are falling
Scattered on the road.
Leaves are red but the road is black
...

Death not foreshadowed
for
Death and Shadow
Are One:
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It Is Not
That I Didn't Notice
The Shaking
Or,
...

Every Dawn
Hope Springs
Only To Falter
As The Sun Gets Hotter
...

Who is he that drinks and dances?
The Reveler, the Fool!
Let’s go and catch him.
He must be for the Victor-team.
...

Winter
Approaches its Dirge
Snowflakes
Crumble and Disappear
...

11.

It's been ages I lost your presence
in my physical existence
our walks together
sitting on the ghats
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The
Repetitive Rhythm
Of
Daily Life
...

Shadow In The Dark
And
Naked In The Light
Are
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Things Change
So Do People!
From
Fixity To Freedom
...

The Waves Lashing The Shore/
Fishermen Mourning The Scant Catch/
The Rain-God Playing Hide-n-Seek/
The Met-office Predicting Ominous Things/
...

The Usual Chirpings
Of Birds
Become Far and Few.
Leaves' Color Faints.
...

The Map of Our World Looks
Pretty/
In The Pages of Books We Read
Or Just Have A Glance/
...

The First Rain In Summer/
Is Visible So Loud/
One Can Almost Hold It Forever/
Unto One's Innermost Core/
...

The Blocks of Power Shifting With Rapid Pace/
Taking Newer Agenda/
Alluring Players of Political Order/
Charting Course of Action/
...

There is no centre left now
Only peripheries and Margins
Yet we try to draw the circle
Can it be possible- circle sans centre.
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The Best Poem Of Mrityunjay Jha

Symphony Of Life

Voices within and voices without
Each disrupting the other.
Sometimes in silence,
Loud and clear the next time.
And reaching at the conclusion remains
A distant drum-beat.
The more attempts made to grasp its notes
The more discordant it appears.
Life has the only breathing-space left
The mid-point or the intersection
Of voices: within and without
Each disrupting the other
And the music is born
Devoid of harmony, but eternal in nature
We call it-
Noise –The symphony of life.

Mrityunjay Jha Comments

Sylvia Frances Chan 13 September 2021

How could YOU as a student write OSSUM? I am shocked, even a non-student writes the right word

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Secret 05 April 2021

Sir I am your student your poem is ossum.You are the poet of new generation towards our bright future

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