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Kolkata, West Bengal, India

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Love Regained

by

Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar



On the flowerbed of hope
With a heart with a crack
I am waiting for someone
Who will never come back.

Sweet bonds once I had
In the bower of my heart
Quite soothing to the soul
Lost and sold in the mart.

So many days and nights
My heart had been restive
I had not known in the past
Such pain love would give.

Now time has taught me
A true lesson of compromise
To live a life of mental peace
Love, unpractical, is a surmise.

What if she was not mine
She yet remains in my life
With the thoughts of the love
I have found her in my wife.


POISONOUS DAMSEL

by

Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar



In pursuit of aesthetic sense
I was roaming in the beauty
Pining for the lessons of love
Professed by such a real cutie.

Impressed by an enticing smile
I felt encroaching her inner world
Being Ignorant of deadly venom
Of the black snake lying curled.

So charming appeared her hood
Covered with nice colorful attire
Overwhelmed, I tried to hug her
Who, in turn, set my world on fire.

Love all but with a selfless heart
Or selfishness will tear you apart.
This is the lesson I have learnt
After the gross desire was burnt.

GRAVE OF THOUGHTS

by

Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar


I think and think
Thoughts come and go
They donít take any form
I try to catch them with meaning but in vain
For they shoot up and dissolve
Into the vast engulfing nothingness.

Thoughts inside me
Keep striving to come out of me
Hurting my heart and boggling my mind
Fall flat dashing against my insensitivity
That chained the hand of my feelings
And the rising tides of thoughts lose their existence.

-- BHASKARANAND JHA BHASKAR

Let Wednesday Come

by

Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

Let Wednesday come
With a world of fantasy
Sweetened with love and romance-
Dipping my soul in the fragrance
Of sweet relation, love, affection,
Facilitated by hate and attraction.

Even though at a long distance
Her presence seems closer to me
With her innocent demeanor
Beautified by her sense of humor
Humming a tune of affinity
I am melted in the ocean of Eternity.

Mounds of thoughts and feelings
Writhe me to pour them out;
But there is no creative vision
To shape and vent them out.

Let Wednesday come
When I will chat out my feelings
For those nothing to do with them;
As they are out of their sense.

Mine is the feeling
Pure and sacrosanct
Transcending the world of flesh;
Beyond the reach of the physical heart.

Innermost intricacy of my self
Though seems strange to many
Can be realized only by those
Who have the divine sense
And deep sense of spirituality.

Eyes cannot fathom the depth
Of the ocean of feelings;
Tides of love and human bonds;
Heart alone with pure thoughts
Can understand the labyrinth of Love.

BHASKARANAND JHA BHASKAR

Beyond the Book Of Life

by

Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar



All the letters of my life
Remained wrapped up in the book
I had since my arrival.

The message I was spreading
Among the dumb faces in the class
Fell flat scattered in the barren.

I too was blind to the objective
Means of subjective world
That ought to be internalized.

My heart and my mind
Couldnít escape the bookish world;
For they were chained with liability.

I wanted to get beyond the land
Where I stood with head held in high;
But remained glued to sloppy ground.

The slope of life got me down
Into the ditch of hellish world
That led to the gloomy grave.

Out of the book of fleshy life
I am now shining in the sun of soul
Of the infinite invisibility.

Beyond the Book Of Life

by

Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar



All the letters of my life
Remained wrapped up in the book
I had since my arrival.

The message I was spreading
Among the dumb faces in the class
Fell flat scattered in the barren.

I too was blind to the objective
Means of subjective world
That ought to be internalized.

My heart and my mind
Couldnít escape the bookish world;
For they were chained with liability.

I wanted to get beyond the land
Where I stood with head held in high;
But remained glued to sloppy ground.

The slope of life got me down
Into the ditch of hellish world
That led to the gloomy grave.

Out of the book of fleshy life
I am now shining in the sun of soul
Of the infinite invisibility.

Beyond the Book Of Life

by

Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar



All the letters of my life
Remained wrapped up in the book
I had since my arrival.

The message I was spreading
Among the dumb faces in the class
Fell flat scattered in the barren.

I too was blind to the objective
Means of subjective world
That ought to be internalized.

My heart and my mind
Couldnít escape the bookish world;
For they were chained with liability.

I wanted to get beyond the land
Where I stood with head held in high;
But remained glued to sloppy ground.

The slope of life got me down
Into the ditch of hellish world
That led to the gloomy grave.

Out of the book of fleshy life
I am now shining in the sun of soul
Of the infinite invisibility.