257. Images

Cluster of images
Brings to light
Moments of impish need
To fulfill illusions for wants
Till we rise from trance 
To realize it is impossible to avoid
The ever-growing chasm 
Yet we move through roughs and smooth 
Engulfed in grief

Feeling void.

256.राघव

रखबार राघव, रक्षक राघव
रसना रमल राघव रस रे l

राति, रौदक रचयता राघव
रचना रमल राघव रस रे l

रग-रगमें  रघूवर राघव
रग-रग रमल राघव रस रे l

राउ राघव, रत्न राघव
रत्ती-रत्ती रमल राघव रस रे l

रकटल रपटल रने रने

रमचेलबा रमल राघव रास रे l 

राम राम रामदुलरीक  रक्षक 

रेघा रहल  रमल राघव रस रे l

@बिनीता झा 

255.Accept

The road snakes out in front of me
Inviting me to undertake a journey 
Through its wondrous shades
Sadly the hues of pink no more appeal
No longer the full moon brightens  my spirit
I m haplessly lost in the flood of memories 
Threatening to drown me with its flow
There is no respite 
I realize 
Sometimes we have to learn
To ACCEPT 
What comes our way. 

@Binita Jha

254.Six little litters

Six little litters
All amazingly cute
Run helter skelter
In search of a cozy  shelter.

Six little litters
Escaping the chill
Of a cold wintry night
Bask in the morning sunlight.

Six little litters
Are faithful mates,
But are there any takers,
For these innocent home seekers?

By Binita Jha

253.Christmas

Christmas is over 
Today Santa lies discarded 
With no one searching for him
Accept the homeless urchins. 
The miniature Santa toy 
Bought on impulse 
From the hawkers
Has no takers but the urchins. 
The abandoned bright red caps
Strewn all over the street
Tells it's own story.
Luckily to beat the December chill
They are picked up with care
And adorn the urchins head. 
Now Santa would rest safe
On the dirty heads and untidy rags 
Till he deserts his poor takers
And ventures out next Christmas; 
Here he may not have plenty to eat
But there will be no
Dearth of love and care.

252.BLEAK TODAY

Shivering to their bones
Huddled on cold stones
Homeless gamble with life
As they burn biomass
To stop themselves
From turning into carcass.

In luxurios home we sit preaching
Realising little, sermons are easy
Reality crude.
How do we expect
Tomorrow to be bright
In the light of a BLEAK TODAY!

I burn the biomass
I am accused of polluting the air.
I am chased out of everywhere
I have yet to catch my breath.

I have no alternative
I am feeling numb
I need to rub
My hands and thumb.
Shivering on the cold stone
I huddle close to the fire
Wishing for it to engulf me.

I am not out here to kill
Torch me for  a bon fire tonight
Relive me from this battle to breathe.
I am not here to celebrate life.

Please do not preach
Sitting from your luxurious homes.
Sermons are easy
Reality crude
Don't expect your tomorrow to be bright
In the light of my bleak today
You must first improve my plight
For your better life ahead

251. Ventures

Staring at the empty space she realized
People invest only for gains
They rarely understand others pain.
Discarding others like over used rags
They never fail to cry or brag
How irrationally they have been penalized.
Encashing their experience
They give up
For their is no profit in musing over
And wasting time over bad ventures. 

By Binita Jha 

250. Sight (Haiku)

Fabulous sight
Lifts the veil after long
As mentors smile.

249. View (Haiku)

Captivating view
Rejuvenates life
Breathing life new.

248.Insane race (Haiku)

Insane race
Overtaking each other
Has caught pace. 

@Binita Jha

247.How crass are the demands off this world

Paraded for approval
To check her colour and looks
They dressed her as beautifully as the could.
She didn't realize that day
The depth of their act 
For she wasn't even a teen.

She didn't know 
The ways of the world and its beatings.
Today she is aware
Society judges a girl by her looks
Failing to see her as a human
With emotions and desires
No less than any other.

While the man judges himself
With the wads of note in his pocket .
He may not be a debonair prince charming
Yet he desires for a beautiful doll 
To display the gains of his wealth and power.
O Lord!How crass are the demands off this world.

By Binita Jha

246. Hypocritical World

Lucky are the people 
taken care of by people at home
Yet they crib they are alone.

They profess their sacrifices
Giving up food and taking to vices
Zeroing others as merely fake.

Had they the audacity 
Of sparing a kind word
The world would be different.

Understanding is a two edged sword
It depends on trust and kind words
Which fails in today,s hypocritical world.

By Binita Jha

245. Akash tar

Akash tar bais
Ganait rahi taregan
Kariya megh aib 
Ka gel anhar
Rahi gel ginti
Taiyon takai chi
Megh chatai lel
karai chi binti
Fer ek ber bais
ganab hum taregan
Khujal akash tar
Aai sa besi 
nai kono Mon lagua khel
leen rahab
Ganab fer tara
Khelaib luka chupi
sang det nischit tara

binita jha

244. Litigation

Dependence crumbles us
Breaking us within
We are left staring
At the stark empty space.

There maybe no limitation to allegations
Yet don't give up,fight your own litigation.
Truth never surrenders to any bias
Proving each moment it is pious.

By Binita Jha

243.आउ चन्ना आउ ने

आउ चन्ना आउ ने 
अमावस के पूनम बनाऊ ने 

मध्य रात्रि आउ ने
मीत बनी जाउ  ने

नैनक प्यास बुझाउ  ने 
राग मधुर सुनाउ  ने

फुलबारी हमर गमकाउ  ने 
अपन शीतलता बरसाउ ने 

ओ चन्ना आउ ने 
हमर हिया जुराउ  ने

Binita Jha

242.A blast from the past

Catching up with memories
Her lips curled up in a smile
Eagerly recapitulating the past
In silent moments
Lingering on words
Ceaselessly cascading.
Realizing despite
The paths being different
There are mutual feelings
Of understanding
About the chaotic 
Disorders and orders of life
Which binds people 
Like a blast from the past.

By Binita Jha

241. DeaD (Tricet)

Dictators Dictate Dictum

Draining, Drops
Till we Drop DeaD.

Binita Jha

240.zindagi beshak intehan leti hai

kutch log dur reh k bhi

har saans mae bastae hai

na unki yaad aati hai

na unki yaad jati hai

wo dil mae reehtae hai
zindagi beshak intehahn leti hai

binita jha

239. You

Each day I end up remembering YOU 
While making efforts to forget YOU.

Each day I long to be with YOU
Only to realize my time is over with YOU.

My presence is no more needed by YOU
The feelings have been buried by YOU.

I'm sorry for giving nothing to YOU
While receiving the best from YOU.

I realize in the worst way I'm nothing to YOU
As I recall being told I am dead for YOU.

Yet ,each day I end up remembering You 
While making an effort to forget You.

Binita Jha

238. Lame!!!

Man has lost his grace and health
In the mad race for material wealth
Friends have dwindled
Joy seems kindled
Only with display 
Of donations made any day.
Unabashed selfies are clicked
To feed ones ego 
Social media is licked
For likes and tweets
Sobriety has given way to cheap fame
Man aren't you ashamed to be so lame!!!

Binita Jha

237. राज/Raj

कोई राज करे मुझ पे  

किसी पर  राज करू में 

koi raj karae mujh pae

kisi par raj karu mai

बस यही  चाहत लिये 

सजाये थे कुछ सपने 

bas yehi chahat liya

sajaya thae kutch sapnae

मेरी हरक़त बनी स्वार्थी 

समेट के चलने में 

meri harqat bani swarthi

samaet k chalnae mae

और आज मैं  नहीं 

ना  मेरी कोई हसरत 

aur aaj mai nahi 

na meri koi hasrat

Binita Jha

236.I MISS YOU

Restlessly alone each hour passes
Drowning me in an invisible pool
Till the mind sinks to rest
In the smell of your masculinity.

My heart flutters and misses a beat
As my eyes rest on your smile
The hands open wide to lock you
In tight passionate hug
Raining kisses as emotions erupt.

Only to realize I have lost
The separation and banishment
Are here to stay by my side
Punishing me day and night
To avenge your revenge.

I MISS YOU
I KNOW I CAN NEVER PROVE IT!!!


Binita Jha

235. Web of Memories

Traversing through a Web of memories
Mind comes across several stories
Lingering on some to ponder
Recollecting rest to wonder
Surrendering to sweet ecastacy
As memory yarn rolls easy
Refreshing the mind in daze
Happy to be part of the long lost maze.

By Binita Jha

234.Days Gone By

No shoulder to lean on
No one to share with
Left at a juncture
Leading nowhere
Battered,broken
Be fooled bitterly
Yet Alive
Camouflaging life
With a smile on the lip
While the heart weeps wild.
With muffled sobs
In the dreariness of night
Engulfed in memories
Of the days gone by.

Binita Jha

233.Avul Pakir Jainulabdeen Abdul Kalam

Exemplary life are very few

Working till the last breath 

Avul Pakir Jainulabdeen Abdul Kalam set

Non parallel standards

For millions like me.

When death knocks at my door

May I be at work

Just like you SIR!

232.Heavenly Downpour

Rain, thunderstorm to begin the morning
Sieves the heat and cools the day.
The town showers and gleams
With each building, leaf and petal washed
Like a child freshly scrubbed
By his dotting mother.
My heart races wild
As rain drops trickle on my face
Soon the drops
Turn into heavenly downpour
It lures me into its arm
I can't stop hypnotized by its call
I walk out;
Ah!I am drenched to my bones
Jumping and splashing in the puddles
Feeling one with my creator
When all of a sudden I realize 
I am alone on this road.
No one seems interested
Though it is the first shower
After long summer spell.
The world is either sleeping
Or too cautious to step out
And spoil their neat clothes
Or perhaps it is rustic 
To be one with nature these days.
People would rather go to a Water Park
And splash in their designer swim wear
Then enjoy the heavenly downpour.

By Binita Jha

231.The Fall of Your Footsteps

Night after night
I calmly wait 
For the fall of your footsteps.
As I settle in my balcony
To watch you arrive. 

Night after night 
I wait to rejoice and celebrate
The fall of your footsteps
As you trod up to hug me
With your graceful step.

Night after night 
I grow warm in your love
With the fall of your footsteps.
Cherishing moments spent with you.
Till I need them no more
For I will be dead.

By Binita Jha

230.Stranger

I opened my eyes one night
To find the nightmare lurking
Near the foot of my bed 
With scary hooded face
Luring me with its viciousness.

I recall being dragged 
To the unknown land.
My eyes searched for light
To explore the unexplored
Helplessly in the darkness
I became the prisoner of destiny.

A loud mourn from the corner
Chilled me to the bones.
The shriek was so deafening
And I realized I would fall
Into the oblivion.
I tried to find my way
Out of this maze 
But darkness blindfolded my eyes.
Unheard voices whispered
I kept looking from where they emerged.

Like a shadow melting in the dark
The strange nightmare
Vanished in the broad daylight.
Only to follow me next night
From behind the trees in the dark
As if keeping a watch over me.
I felt petrified yet helpless.
And ran across the field
To the nearby well
And shouted Help! Help!

My voice echoed
My shadow 
Reflected back 
Like a stranger from the well.
I lend my hand to her
She grabbed it and came out 
It was like me returning
From the well.

She did not run away like a traitor.
She was there to stay.
I found out at last
It was me who followed
The unexplored
The stranger
The hooded
The nightmare
The shadow
The reflection.

Today I am facing myself 
Answering all questions
I refused to address long ago.
Now I know why it followed.
It was I who needed to know myself
After all the stranger was me


By Binita Jha

229. Devil Form

A Woman I am 
Full of love and care
With no selfish needs
Till you provoke my devil form.

I am a storm 
With the power
To challenge and win
If you provoke my devil form.

Your inner strength
Your emotions
Your passions I adore
Till you provoke my devil form.

Accuse me,abuse me
Ignite me,insult me
Stalk me,Curse me
And you provoke my devil form.

It is not my ego 
That needs a wing
It is the inequality
That provokes my devil form.


By Binita Jha

228.Loneliness

Quite night brings out the loneliness
As she gaze at the rift created by time.
Promising to freeze her soul
Even on a mid summer night.

She stretches her hands to gather moments
As they flash upon her inward eye.
Alas! they slip away,
Making her realize
They are no more her own 
But just a mirage
Beyond reach
In the desert of her life.

She carries on with her life
Falling and emerging
Smiling and laughing
Only to cheat herself...
For Loneliness
Is here to stay.


By Binita Jha

227. Emptiness

I woke up to find emptiness waiting for me
It waits for me each day and never does mind.
I find it smiling at me as it takes out its hand
To shake with mine promising never to leave my side.

Emptiness is so real and compassionate
It allows me to weep on its shoulders .
Filling up the vacant space left in my heart
And I realize emptiness is truly empty.

It has robbed away my real happiness
It has left me and my heart more empty.
Pull me out it clutches before I sink
This Emptiness has truly emptied me 

By Binita Jha

226. Life is Beautiful

The turmoils of the day
I will weep into pillow
For the pleasant night
Promises to hug me tight
Transporting me into a world 
Where you and I together mold
Mesmerized by each other
Away from the world.
Laughing and whispering
Stealing joy in each others arms
With your soft breath on my cheeks
Our hearts drumming rhythmic beat.
In your breath I breathe,holding hands
Dwelling in heaven till night gives way 
And the turmoils of life
Flashes it harsh reality.

Life is beautiful 
If you catch it in sleep.

By Binita Jha

225.Chirai chunmuni chahaik rahal

Chirai chunmuni chahaik rahal
Dairh  Dairh par fudaik rahal

Hawa basat sehaik rahal
Fulbari gamgam gamaik rahal

Manukh matr fanaik rahal
Bin madiro  k sanaik rahal

Kamjor konathi mae sutaik rahal
Anhariyak anchar mae dubaik rahal

Binita Jha

hey bhagwan diya vardan

hey bhagwan diya vardan

choraih ne kakhno sang

aikh,haath,thaeun kan

jabat rahae deh mae pran

ahan sa priya nai putr putri

ahan sa priya nai maya nagri

ki hoyait humar nai jani

hum abla nari ,param agyani

jani nai hum path puja

jani nai hum yog sadhna

kon rupae karu ahank vandana

konak karu ahank aradhna

hey bhagwan diya vardan

choraih ne kakhno sang

aikh,haath,thaeun kan

jabat rahae deh mae pran

Swargiya Shrimati Shakuntala Devi(Daijee)

224.अब सावन की जरुरत नहीं है

दिल मे छुपा कर मुहबत मेरा  
कह रहे है मुहबत नहीं है 
बहुत हुई है भूल मुझसे पर वो  
कह रहे है शिकायत नहीं है 
दफ़न कर दर्द कैसे जीयु 
जीने की आदत नहीं है 
खंजर उठा के मर ही डालो 
अब जीने की चाहत नहीं है 
बादलो से कोई  कह दे 
अब सावन की जरुरत नहीं है 

बिनीता झा 

223. Swekar karu humar pranam

Shashankit shrapit humar jewan
Kalpait  bilkhait betiyae jaiyat
Krodh karm Sabta naenae
Ek din mrityu aibiyae jaiyat
Bajnae satya ja sabit hoitae
Bajnahar sab jeetiyae jaiyat
Nai kakro sa kono apekcha.
Karni chitaa tak naenae jaiyat
Swekar karu humar pranam
Ahank aimae kitch nai jaiyat

Binita Jha

222. Vishram

Thakal pathik karu vishram

Bana diya humar kutiya k dham

Thakal pathik karu vishram
Diya sewa k avsar Siyavar Ram

Thakal pathik karu vishram

Ai nai ghuru apna oitham 

Thakal pathik karu vishram 
Rukhal  sukhal la kara diya samman
Thakal pathik karu vishram

Rahi jau aai humara gaam

Binita Jha

221.The Words remain silent

The words remain silent
Like a sea without a tide
It has lost its glory.
There are no listeners
To hear it whispering.
The words remain silent
Like a chapter read
And closed in a book
Yet the ears strain
To catch the words
For it drums life
Into this transitory world
Which otherwise is still
Yet,  the words remain silent.

By Binita Jha

220.Doors Closed

The maiden wishes to rest
On her lovers chest
To hear his soft voice ring
Sweet nothing in her ears
And set her cheeks ablaze
In hues of deep crimson red
With his arms around her waist
Lips raining passionate kisses.

She longs for his his touch
She longs for his hungry caresses
She  searches for him
Only to be jarred from sleep
To find herself on the floor
Clinging to her pillow
And crumpled sheet
With doors closed by destiny.

By Binita Jha

219. Bitter and Sweet

The man who is born
Will one day be laid to rest
Just like each night passes
To welcome the day.
The flowers that bloom
Will wilt with time.
The Birds which are soaring
Will return home to their nest.
Yet at times we give undue privilege
To our egos
Making our troubles double
Forgetting only love and care
Will repair our damage.
Rest like memories
Will make us bitter and sweet
As it flees across our mind.

By Binita Jha

218. Claims

Nothing is new

The selfish world

Ensures that the drama

Is perfectly played.

Calling others killer

Is their game.

Strangely they make

Various claims

But run for life

In  the face of calamity. 

The hypocritical people

Sit and judge others,

While their own cabinet

Is filled with skeletons.

They can't believe anyone

And torture others

Abusing and shunting

All people as if they own them.

At these miserable moments

I feel so desolate

And try to search

For inner peace

But alas all I hear

Is screams and screeches

From the laureates

Claiming their claims

By Binita Jha

217. The Capital Looks On

In the sweltering summer heat
In the heavy monsoon rain
On windy stormy days
On dark cold nights
I see him pulling
He pulls his rickshaw
He pulls his cart
To pull himself
Out of the abject state of poverty
Yet year after year he remains
In the same dismal state
And the capital looks on
Satisfied with providing him
Enough to pull through the next day.

Binita Jha

216. Sharper than swords

The battle of words

Wound sharper than swords.

The bruises on skin are superfluous

They do fade with the passage of time.

The words that rip us stay with us

Till we bid adieu and RIP finally.

Binita Jha

215.Treacherous Moon

Full moon did cast doom
She wanted no moon
To reveal her gloom.
Instead the treacherous moon
Dishevelled her more like a goon
She found it difficult
To keep herself safe.

The summer heat was no treat
With insects and flies
Devouring her straight
The eerie silence of the night
Made her jump at every sight
She felt shit scared and crass
With the shattering of glass.

Her abandoned state
Robbed her from being safe.
Though for the love of her life
It was nothing but a medium 
To come  neck to neck.
She knew she was overpowered
She could never match the steps.

By Binita Jha

214.Nothing escapes her eyes

Nothing escapes her eyes

She gauges what I am up to

Even today by hearing my voice.

Her soothing calm and patience

Heals me whenever

I ‘m jittery and impatient.

When none can guess my troubles

She just has to takes a look

To read me like an open book.

Her questions still needs answers

Lying to her is beyond

My indigenous power.

With grown up kids of my own today

I can understand her better

Then I ever did yesterday.

 By Binita Jha

213.Let us Labour

Let us Labour to make our stay on earth be a worthy one
Let us learn to tackle the things that can't be easily done.
With zest and fervour we can Do dear mates
And swing all bitterness to sweet taste.
At times failures may threaten to rip and hit...
But remember nothing is lost till you quit.

Binita Jha

212.I could feel her presence

Right beneath my naked feet
She rumbled and trembled
Groaning and shaking with furry
I could feel her presence.
On land she made me take
A voyage at the rough deep sea
Or perhaps I was going insane
With my mind playing tricks on me.
Yet right at that moment
I was drawn to her mournful cry.
I could feel her pain and anguish
And need to awaken her children
To rescue this world from disasters
Caused by none but her very own.
I searched, but couldn't see her
I could feel her presence.

By Binita Jha