Mrityunjay Jha

Voices within and voices without
Each disrupting the other.
Sometimes in silence,
Loud and clear the next time.
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Again,
The same day with the same familiar smell
I have breathed for long.
When one day ends, another hurries.
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On a dull sunday afternoon
a man sitting near the sea watching the sky.
Birds and clouds moving across the horizon.
Peace dwells above
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Morning!
Leaves are falling
Scattered on the road.
Leaves are red but the road is black
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Death not foreshadowed
for
Death and Shadow
Are One:
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It Is Not
That I Didn't Notice
The Shaking
Or,
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Every Dawn
Hope Springs
Only To Falter
As The Sun Gets Hotter
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Who is he that drinks and dances?
The Reveler, the Fool!
Let’s go and catch him.
He must be for the Victor-team.
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Winter
Approaches its Dirge
Snowflakes
Crumble and Disappear
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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
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Shadow In The Dark
And
Naked In The Light
Are
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Things Change
So Do People!
From
Fixity To Freedom
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The Waves Lashing The Shore/
Fishermen Mourning The Scant Catch/
The Rain-God Playing Hide-n-Seek/
The Met-office Predicting Ominous Things/
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The Usual Chirpings
Of Birds
Become Far and Few.
Leaves' Color Faints.
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The Map of Our World Looks
Pretty/
In The Pages of Books We Read
Or Just Have A Glance/
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The First Rain In Summer/
Is Visible So Loud/
One Can Almost Hold It Forever/
Unto One's Innermost Core/
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The Blocks of Power Shifting With Rapid Pace/
Taking Newer Agenda/
Alluring Players of Political Order/
Charting Course of Action/
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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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