196. Dastardly Act

Is there an armor
To protect the innocent ?
Is there a fortress
To shield the decent?
Is there a way
To stop the militants?
Shall Shaitaan never shed
Its dark intent ?
Can't we ever halt to stop
The crazy men seeking vengeance?
Will gruesome pain
In the name of religion end?
Will someone unveil the scriptures,
Where man is advised
To revenge and avenge?
The heart weeps and condemns
The dastardly act
Leaving mankind ashamed.

By Binita Jha

195.UNFATHOMABLE PAIN

BRUTAL ATTACK

TERROR REIGNS

INNOCENT KILLED

MILITANTS PREVAIL
BEHEADING TORCHING
BRUTALLY BUTCHERING
SILENCING LIFE
LEAVING UNFATHOMABLE PAIN.

BY BINITA JHA

194. DONATE

WHEN I AM DEAD
WASTE NO ENERGY
PERFORMING RITUALS
IN THE NAME OF TRADITION.
MY SOUL WILL WEEP
TO SEE THE POT BELLIED MEN
RELISHING DELICACIES
TO RELEASE MY SOUL
FROM THE WORLDLY BINDINGS.

IF YOU REALLY DO CARE,
DONATE MY ORGANS
TO THE POOREST OF THE POOR
ARRANGE FOR HIM TO LIVE.

MY BODY WILL BE LIFELESS,
YET MAY HAVE THE STRENGTH
TO GIVE SOMEONE
A NEW BEGINNING.

DO NOT STOP TO WORRY
ABOUT WHAT THE WORLD
HAS TO SAY OR SPEAK
FOR THEY WILL ANYWAY.

HASTEN
HELP.ME
FULFILL MY WISH
 RELEASE ME
FROM THE MUNDANE RITES.
OBLIGED I WILL REST
FOR ETERNITY
BLESSING YOU FOR
GIVING ME TRUE PEACE.

BY BINITA JHA

193. THE LIVING DEAD

WRETCHED HEART 

BREAKS INTO PIECES;

NOTHING GIVES SOLACE..

THE PAIN WITHIN 

THREATENS TO CHOKE;

EACH WORD 

WHIPS THE VERY EXISTENCE.;

THE WISH FOR EXIT,

WILL IT BE GRANTED

OR WILL IT STAY,

TO LASH AND FLOG

THE LIVING DEAD .

BY BINITA JHA

192. Sweet Ecstasy

Enfold me in the comforts

Of  your  understanding.

Draw me out

Of the subtle reality.

Share with me dreams

And harsh realities.

Make me blush.

Linger in me,

Just a little longer

For I love to shudder

In your arms

Drowning myself

In the sweet ecstasy.

 By Binita Jha

191. Notes of Life

Perched on a bubble

Buried in trouble

Petulantly life

Scuttle and scurry   

Through upheavals  

Exhilarating inane.

Yet notes of life

Aren't baffled

By the impudent chicanery.

Immaculately it impugns

The meritocracy

Of this existence.

By Binita Jha

99.monak gaap

 

Monak gap monae mae ghuriyat rahi gail

Vichar jakhan kelau bajai k baak  sang chori gail

 jae chal apan humra sa nirash bha gail

pata nai humra sa eei galti kiyak  bha gail

 nai kara cha haliyae dukhi kahiyo

Lekin humra sa eei truti bha gail

 Manbai k koshis kelau bahut

Lekin baat pher sa bigair gail

 kal jori prathan karai chi prabhu sa

Humra ghura dait apan sneh ja dur bha gail

190. बेटी

गीत गबैत नानी
बेटी घरक रानी

बनैथ बुझनुक ज्ञानी
मीठ बजैत वाणी

बनैत काजुल प्राणी
दान करैत चानी

रचैत नब कहानी
छोरैत अपन निशानी

189.झूठ फ़ुइसक मान की

झूठ फ़ुइसक मान की
आगु आगु शान की

मिठगर बाजू तान की
कम बजने नुकसान की

बुधियार अहाँ आन की
झूठौ पसारने दोकान की

भुखल दुनिया अभिमान की

कोठी भरने  धान की

किरपन  देत दान की
नय  लागल भान की

बिनीता झा 

188.इ केहन पगली बना देलौं अहाँ

मिठगर बोल से मना लेलौं अहाँ
खौजैल मोन त खसा देलौं अहाँ

निर्मोही सजन एक तरफ़ा सब दिन
सबटा हमर गलती  गना देलौं अहाँ

शान में  परल रहल जखन हिया
बीन टोकि हमरा कना देलौं अहाँ

निरर्थक इ जीवन अहाँ बिन सदा
बिन कहने बात जना देलौं अहाँ

ताकब बाट सब खन अहाँ के 

इ केहन पगली  बना देलौं अहाँ

बिनीता झा 

187. Tribute

Debris on streets
Reflect our callous streak
The careworn nation
Is our own creation.
 

Discarded bottles ,polythene  and wrappers
Find an easy slip,
Promising to create new sky scrapers
As our ethics dip.
 

Lanes and corners are our urinating zone
To spit on road we all are prone,
Rotting smell chokes our breath
Yet careless we stay till our death.

 Appeal for cleanliness
Remains meaningless,
Unless we target our self
Not to litter in public place.

 Polythene must find no takers
Defacers must be treated as sinners,
Dustbin must multiply on streets soon
Roads must not be treated as spittoons.

Let us do our bit by all means
To keep our nation neat and clean.

Let’s  show our gratitude

By changing our attitude.

Let's adhere to the clarion call

Let each one of us contribute,

In ways big or small
And pay motherland true tribute.

By Binita Jha  

186. Online portal

With lonely morning day starts

We are together yet apart.

Interactions petrifies us in actual

We may though be comfortable in virtual.

Kids and adults are locked on screen

Rising from the trance only to scream.

Under the same roof there is no communication

Yet we never fail to complain about alienation.

Seeking solitude in time zone

Loving to hide behind tablets and phones

Managing to send text, pictures and emoticons

Ignoring reality happily we sing in our new tone.

Relationships with ease have gone for a toss

Media and gadgets have become our new boss

Turning us into nincompoop mortals

Using us like commodities on online portals.

 By  Binita Jha

185.Chhati Maiya

Obeisance to the setting sun,
Obeisance to the rising sun,
Obeisance to Chaati Maiya,
From her daughters and sons
Standing to pray in water;
Offering fruits thakua,bhusba
Prepared with deep faith.
Lighting diyas and aromatics incenses,
To seek her grace
And enlighten their path
Engulfed in the darkness
Of mundane desires.

By Binita Jha

184*Appeal*

Toxins exchange hands,
When crackers find a stand.
Exploiting children who work as labourers,
Killing their childhood with brutal fervor.

Noise and smoke have delirious effect
Reducing this world from being perfect.

Aghast weeps nature day and night,
Seeing no one to take up her fight.

Friends !
Rise to the clarion call of time
Illuminate your mind with true light
Abandon crackers with delight.

Let deafening sound,
Never pound.
Let crackers,
Find no takers.

Let appeal for green Diwali spread its flavour,
Gaining sweet accolades and true favour.

By Binita Jha

183.Happy Vijaya Dashmi

May the light of cosmic
Enlighten the beings of sesmic
To rule out
The fatalistic vices
Scourging from outburst.
May we rise from torrments
And succeed in deciphering
The route to peace permanent.

Binita Jha

182.Obeisance to Thee

Maa  obeisance  to Thee

You are omnipresent

You are omnipotent

You beam with benevolence

Providing us abstinence

Channeling  our synergy

Blessing us with your energy

Responding to us in duress

Calming us in stress

Jagat Mata is your modest guise

Till you decide to show your fierceness

In the form of Chandi and Bhairavi

Wiping  away the evil in disguise.

Obeisance, obeisance obeisance to Maa.

By Binita Jha

181.Why......?

Why is a girls intelligence never acknowledged?
When Saraswati is the goddess of knowledge.
Why are women half fed and hungry?
When Anapurna is the goddess of food and curry.
Why are girls muffled in sleath?
When Lakshmi is the goddess of wealth
Why do we exploit even as women?
When Mahisasur Mardaini is the destroyer of demon.
Why can't we protect our women from goons?
When goddess Lalitambika is the giver of boons.
Why don't we let women speak?
When we call Goddess Raja Rajeshwari the protector of weak.
Why are the women raped unconscious?
When goddess Gayatri illuminates our conscious
Why do we forget to protect the divine beauty?
When protecting Tripura Sundri is our duty.
Why do we abuse her with impunity?
When Maa Durga is the destroyer of impurity.
Why do your children pray to your benign presence?
When rest of the days women are treated with callous indifference.
Maa why during Navratri this fallacy?
When you know well it's a mere hypocrisy.

By Binita Jha

180.If...

If ever my hands are stretched ,
May it be just in your praise.
If I ever my head is raised,
May it be to acknowledge your grace.
If ever my lips move in feverish prayer,
May it chant your merciful name.
If ever my eyes search for inner peace,
May it be at your graceful feet.
If ever I feel forlon and lost,
May you bestow upon me your bountiful love and care.
If ever I fail in my duties,
May you be my merciful guide.
Maa I seek thee
In my each breath.

Binita Jha

179.dur

dur janae ka rasta 
kabhi eis kadar khoj letae hai 

ki  khud lab seel jatae hai
majbur ho jatae hai 

chaltae toh hai rishtae jornae 

par rishtae saath dena chor detae hai

agar khushi sabki hai esi mae 
toh hum khush hai 
sabki khusi mae
ye jaruree toh nahi ki hum
jo chahae wo hi ho
ho toh bas itna ho
ki sab khush rahae 
bhalae hi dil royae

By Binita Jha

178.Life's Play

Witnessing the life's play

has me wondering

how easily we slip

in a fit of rage

the best way we mortals
find to get our way

is to drink,swear, shout 

through night and day
so others will keep away

the mark of true sacrifice

happens to be
to purposely cut, bleed,starve

and wander like a vagabond

for that ensures 

others can be treated 

like a heap of dirt 

as they can't do the same

fowl mouthed 

sentiments flow

while the sane have theirs'

snapped between the toes

threats and scorns

are the new instruments of love

mercilessly killing

with vocal spill

swearing in different name

blaming others

is the highlight

of this game

for at that moment
all are players 

doing things when they want;

and angry person
the emotional saint
living never for self

but like a lover

born to ruin himself.

By Binita Jha

178.HAPPY RAKHI

HAPPY RAKHI TO ALL MY BROTHERS
This one is specially for you.

O Brothers!
How empty would growing up
Be without you?
You have bestowed upon me
Your loving care,
Standing like pillars
Whenever I needed you .
Childhood memories
Are filled with nostalgic moments
We spent growing up together.

The harvest season
Took us to the paddy field
Despite objections
That girl’s shouldn't go.
It was you who supported us
And was our bank of strength.

Skipping and jumping
To the fields we went
Drinking fresh sugarcane juice
And eating puffed rice and kachri
Till summons from Daijee and uncles
Forced us to return home.

Summers had us playing truant
With mother, aunts, uncles indoor
We spent our time in adventure sports
Silly competitions marked each day

Eating fresh chillies
With mouth’s on fire
Eyes streaming with tears,
Yet we wouldn't give up
To beat each other
In this game.

Climbing guava, litchi and mango trees,
Digging into pickle jars,
Gathering courage to pull out keys
From beneath Daijee’s mattress
Made us feel like a star.

Evening were spent
Playing in the courtyard and temple
Till it was time for a bedtime story.

Assembling on the grand red staircase
We were all ears for Gyanchand,
Our head servant to spin his tales.

Today we have grown up
The festive Rakhi celebration
Unfolds the rich memories
Of untold bond
We share even today.
HAPPY RAKHI BROTHERS!

By Binita Jha

177.भक्त जन गाबै झूमै

नानी गामक(सरिसब पाही) रथ जतराक फोटो सभ देखि मोन बिहुँसि उठल,नेनपन मोन परि गेल आ अनायास निकलि गेल किछु पाँति राधाकृष्ण सरकार लेल, राखि रहल छी सभक सोंझा:

रथ चढि ऐला सरकार,
भक्त जन गाबै झूमै

सजल सभक घर द्वार
भक्त जन गाबै झूमै

श्वेत,ललित,हरित,पीयर श्रृंगार 
भक्त जन गाबै झूमै

सुन्नर सजल भोजनिक थार
भक्त जन गाबै झूमै

करैथ आदर आ सत्कार
भक्त जन गाबै झूमै

रथ जतराकेँ त्यौहार
भक्त जन गाबै झूमै

राधाकृष्ण सभक पालनहार 
भक्त जन गाबै झूमै 

बिनीता झा 

176. Bloom,Bloom, O Beauty !

Bloom, Bloom, O Beauty !
Bloom and fill each heart with joy.
Bloom, Bloom O delicate bud !
Bloom and spread the essence of love.


Bloom to unfurl thy ruby petal
Bloom to teach us lessons of love
Bloom to spread hopeful ray
Bloom to enhance a deary day.

Bloom, Bloom, O Beautiful Rose!
Bloom and fill the courtyard with  fragrance.
Bloom to be laid at the deity's feet
Bloom to knit strong bonds of love.

By Binita Jha

175.Me

A complete strangers
Stares back at me
As I look in the mirror
Searching for my reflection.
The carefree woman I was
Has been lost.

To my surprise
There stands a woman
Who is judged
For what she speaks and does.
While performing her duties.
No more there is a need
To be understood
No more she can be herself
Things have changed.

I get a daunting feeling
One which won't disappear
These changes are irreversible
The mirror reflects the change
This complete stranger is now me.

Binita Jha

174.जिनगी.....

जिनगीकेँ खेलक अलगे मिठास 
कखनो देत आस आ कखनो निराश

जे क्यो बुझि गेल ई छोट छिन बात
जिनगी नै करतै तकरा हदास 

बात धेने नै भेटत ककरो किछू
बेस बढ़ने निकहो टा हैत नाश 

आगा पाछा के बारे मे की सोचै छि
कर्म करू आर राखु अपना पर विश्वास

दुःख सुख संगी ऐ जीवनक
करनीकेँ राखू अपन टा ख़ास 

** बिनीता झा

173 .के सुनाई अछि ककर बाबू

के सुनैत अछि ककर बाबू
सब लागल ऐ ठा अपन भजयमे

मोह,माया,नेह सब झूठक बाबू
सभके सभ अपना दुनिया दारीमे

जँ बजलौं त' मुँहजोरक उलहन बाबू
लागल दुनिया आरोप प्रत्यारोपणमे

सब लागल अनका पर आंगुर उठाबै मे बाबू
बिसरल आंगुर त' चारिटा अपनों दिशामे

मोन परैत अछि अहाँक कहब बाबू
चाही दू टा हाथ थपड़ी बजबैमे

** बिनीता झा

172.No words can describe true feelings

No words can describe true feeling
No words can undo the excruciating sufferings.
The eyes run stream of incessant tears
Smearing the cheeks
Soaking our pillow.
As we silently await fate
The walls close in
Suffocating us no end.
Lonely and sad we remain
For no words can express true feeling
Perhaps time can only reveal if we ever heal.

By Binita Jha

171.Sparrows

O ! chirping sparrows,
How busily you chirp?
Keeping aside
All thoughts that trouble,
I peep and glance at you.
Unaware you prance and  move
Singing melodious note
As you complete your chores
In  harmonious company.

O ! tiny bird,
How strong are your wings?
Its flutter raises hope in my heart
I wish to scale the sky and sing
And be just as carefree.
Will you teach me your simplicity?
Will you share with me
How to co exist in peace ?
I can't help but envy
The life that you live.

By Binita Jha

170. Tobacco is a cruel patron!

The stuff that we snuff

And send out in rings

With small clouds of puff

Smooches away

Our precious life

Killing us each moment

As it makes love

With its invisible knife .

Yet like fools

We  are glued to its tools.

Will we never learn

Tobacco is a cruel patron!

Hallucinated it keeps us chained

Till the very life itself is drained.

Friends! Isn't it time to realize?

If we fall to its charm

We have none

But ourselves to harm.

By Binita Jha

169.Peacock

My heart fills with delight,
As I recollect the sight.

What a view it was indeed!
I rejoice feeling very pleased.

Handsomely perched on the tree top,
This peacock's made me look up and stop.

I gazed at it filled with joy,
Enchanted by its majesty O boy!

What more could I ask for to make my day!
This beautiful bird stole my heart all the way.

By Binita Jha

168. Chapters

Happy memories of days gone by

Make my lips spread out in smile.

Storms of life gives me the strength

To face the threats that rage everyday life.

Sad instances of yester years

Wells up tears and make me cry.

With the passage of time

Chapters have been added

I turn over each page

To unravel  the mystery

That holds the thread of life.

No other book has taught me

Any better lessons of life.

Unedited it speaks of pain ,sorrow and joy

Showing clearly the flaws, flips and gains

Without mincing words to please or tease.

Time has no power to erase a single line.

Each word in this book makes a mark in my life.

The book has my true story 

With many chapters complete

And perhaps many more to add!

Binita Jha

167.Lecherous People

Lecherous people make grisly moves,

Entangling themselves in deadly grooves .

But, hurrah! they too fall in their schemes

Succumbing  to  fate, they dig their grave.

Spitting venom hardly pays

Each grotesque act

Must be condemned

No matter how lechers grunt.

There can be no pardon

For gruesome deeds done.

Destiny makes lecherous people pay
Like the serpent
Caught by the cacti

In the most unassuming way.

By Binita Jha

166.Lies are Lies

Lies are lies

Big or small

Pain from it

Never does fly.

They break us
 Into million pieces
Making living
A filthy waste.
Blood and tears
Can never mend the damage

Inside we die
 As the soul fills up with darkness.

By Binita Jha

165.The Lessons of Life

Perfection in life
I never can conceive
For nobody is perfect
And nothing is perfect.
Perfection is a mere illusion
Perfection is an imperfect notion
Causing only utter commotion.
In trying to be perfect
We become imperfect.
I would prefer to be true
And let my scars
Remind me
Of  my inabilities,
Of my need to improve.
Than live with a feeling
That everything is all right,
I need no improvement
And forget learning
The lessons of life.

By Binita Jha

164.Perfection in Poetry

Perfection in poetry
Gathers material from life.
Jocund and gay
The poet sways
Expressing the happiness of life.
Doomed my fate
Pen flows pouring out
Deep sighs of sorrow
Finding solace
By Drowning  in words.
For,Perfection in poetry
Gathers material from life.

By Binita Jha

163.Face the challenges of life

No matter what others

Read between your lines,

No matter how much you are

Accused of deceit and lies,

Stand your ground 

Face the challenges of life.

Stabs of pain

May jar you apart,

Yet make them your gain

Gathering yourself play your part,

Let your self worth never depart

Face the challenges of life.

There is no room for giving up
Despite life's hiccups.
You need to strain
The essence of life.
Roses and buttercups will be yours
Only if you face the challenges of life.

By Binita Jha

162.SORRY,Can Never Suffice

Trust built over days
Crumbles in seconds.

Agitated and volatile thoughts
Run riots as guilt strikes
Massacring and wiping out
All that comes in its way
Crushing us with its weight.

Emotionally distraught
We scream and screech
Tossing in pain.
Yet Knowing well
We have to  pay.

SORRY, can never suffice
For wrong deeds done.

The insurmountable grief
Must be borne.
For we have none
But our self to blame.

By Binita Jha.

161.Lovely Morning!

No chants from temple
Can be so healing,
No sight at morning
Can be more appealing,
Then, rising  from slumber
To watch the gentle caresses
Of first rain drops
Trickle down
To meet its mother Earth.
She welcomes her child
Back from vacation.
Stretching her arms wide ,
Embracing it with warmth and love
Soaking with pleasure
At the rebounding.
What more can I ask for O Lord!
When the aromatic smell
Of this aesthetic meet
Welcomes me
To a  lovely morning!

By Binita Jha

160.Vote For A Nation Strong

Vote is my ultimate power statement

Voting  for good governance is my need permanent.

But does it really give me a stable government

When politicians show only temporary temperament!

Over the years I have seen

Hanks of politicians are never clean.

Their leadership skills flourishes pre-elections

Luring voters with fake promises for every section.

They are bold in delivering lies with conviction

Rarely has one witnessed reforms post elections.

Secularism is generally a coded appeal to minority

Rather than a true practice of merit and equality.

Yet just once I wish to be proven wrong

As today we vote for a nation strong.

By Binita jha

159.End each day giving your best.

Lift the darkness from your face

Greet the morning with a grace.

When times are tough

Weather the rough

Even if life seems to beat you down

Smile and strive from dusk to dawn.

Crossing the hurdles without delay

Condemning injustice all the way

Pave your path on difficult days

Surrendering to none but faith.
Live without excuse or regret

End each day giving your best.

By Binita Jha

158.Ludicrously We Ritz with Inert Joy

When  the vibes are right

Quaint sparks fly left and right,

Making us share this and that

Nothing sounds like vapid chat,

Ludicrously we Ritz with inert joy.

Bouncing with strength

Rejoicing at length,

It  doesn't matter what is said

Such exchanges can never be staid,

Ludicrously we Ritz with inert joy.

Helium hearted, feeling light

Emotions surge day and night,

Cascading with joy so rare

Oars  of life steer and dare,

Ludicrously we Ritz with inert joy.

By Binita Jha

157.Will You?

Why does the world

Want to see your smiling face?

Why doesn't anyone understand 

You can be hurt by your own doings?

Why do they want to see the best in you,

When they have seen the worst in you?

Why do we have to pretend?

Why can't we be our true self

Even with our most loved ones?

O! I desire for nothing 

Just a resting shoulder

To calm me,

To get on with

Will you understand?

Will you my dear  friend?

By Binita Jha

156.The sad forest of dread

The sad forest of dread

Crowds us with loud hatred.

Each word turns into the fang

Of a dreaded serpent

Making our senses spin.

We cover our ears and eyes

Trying to let it pass 

Yet they nauseate us

Ripping us apart

Knocking at our
 Knees and knuckles
Making us buckle

Telling us

Not to be over smart
But to face

The consequences of 

Our action 

To come out of

The sad forest of dread.

By Binita Jha