Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar is a trilingual poet (Maithili, Hindi and English), short story writer, critic and reviewer. He is regularly published in various national and international magazines, both printed and online. His poetry springs straight from heart and mind as unification of sensibility. He uses catchy lines, expressions and images. In his poetry, social issues, romance and love are tackled with equal passion. Resonant with profound spirituality and intricate mysticism his poems are stunning and enlightening, buoyant sometimes and intense at other times and always have a deep meaning beautiful enough to touch hearts of avid readers. One of his poems on Nelson Mandela is included in the academic syllabus prescribed for the school students of Philippines.
Storms and Pale Leaves of Grief
Storms of heavy hail swarm
Every door of life
Under the floating clouds
But stones as a doorstep
Are seen nowhere
In wandering, wondering eyes
Except the soft flowers
Of hope, strewn
With spiky thorns of despair.
Dark times still hover
And howl with gnashing teeth
Pouring each moment:
A handful of blinding chillies
In the eyes of relief
With extra salt on the scars.
Peace cries in me, writhing
Behind the door —
The locked door of my mind,
Waiting for the furious winds
To calm down for all
And the final fall
Of pale leaves of grief
For a euphoric sigh of relief.
Thoughts In Solitude
Thoughts wet and warm in solitude–
For mind has a trip down memory lane.
Heart pumps up the moments
In wavy flows of emotions
Feelings pour dampening the eye-wall,
As tears leak through the misty roof.
Palms wipe them off, the red clots
And hanky in hands hides the moisture
Under the layers of its folds
While smiles peep through the beads
Sliding their wavy blinder
Against the fluttering window–
Lo, grief retreats down memory lane
After it hugs the joy in my sighing heart.
Behold! Joy pops out naked of the closet
Casting off aside the old painful garb.
Eyes have a free soul meeting
With fleeting glimpse of the beauty
In a glamorous and gorgeous attire.
To the love it gives some sparks of fire.
Get in touch, or swing by for a cup of coffee.