RAGHUPATI JHA'S BLOG

 I wanna keep pieces of me that I lost, For something, someone, somewhere,and somehow, Inside glitter-filled airtight transparent jar, At time, Sunray kisses the the hilltop, In lap of nature, viewing river falling from top I wanna free myself, and that jar. With smile on face, without wrinkle due past. I want to see that glow of me, and that new avtar. Music,me, clouds, sun, rain and rainbow I will fly then till get invisible, and will shine as star. --Raghupati Jha

The setting sun and the rise of yours, I remember every second, the day we came close, You were the beauty I had never seen before, I was in drought, and your hair was like a cloud. Those pretty eyes of yours made me glow like the glow of yours. The moment I held your hand, you were shivering a lot. Aww!! The sweetness of comforting each other, with those tight side hugs. Ahh!! Your head on my shoulder, I sensed the fragrance of pure love. You are innocent, you are pure, with cuteness overload. Oh, my darling! I fall for you every next moment more and more. --Raghupati Jha 

 "We are all in pieces, the good ones like petals of roses, which can be preserved for a lifetime. Some bad pieces are like glass; if you touch them, you will bleed. There are lost pieces, like childhood, and some golden pieces, like meeting the self. Life is very random; things happen one after another, and that's the significance of being alive. Here, in this vast universe, we all are searching for a handful of happiness, joy, and fulfillment. It is to be understood that it's okay to be in pieces yet complete. Ups and downs, highs and lows, peace and anxiety are just different flowers in life's garden. Let's be good gardeners; let's be kind to our flowers, and let's enjoy the fragrance of those flowers. There is a universe inside us. Let our eyes be the moon, and our glow be the sun... We are all lost, but losing is beautiful. We are not reaching the grave every second; instead, we are breaking ourselves into one more piece, and then we move ahead to be i...

I thought you were my everything, You took away my everything. I remember the laugh of yours, The zigzag teeth and pretty nose! Oh, that sparkle in your eyes. I remember every moment when you smiled. I loved you every moment till I survived. As I died the day you said goodbye. This is the new me, with a new life, Spreading love that I never had. People, plants, the moon, and starry sky, Nature is as beautiful as your eyes. I don't want to move on from you, As you are the best "Lesson" of my life, Which I learned when I lay down for your love and you walked by. I pray God you get all you want, As you were everything once in my life. I packed my emotional baggage, And now it's time to say goodbye. You live your life, buddy, As you are born to fly And search for someone better, As the BEST already said goodbye. - Raghupati Jha

"The Train Concept" Our life is like a train, starting from our mother's womb and terminating in the grave. Sometimes we meet good people who are like "junctions"; we have to wait there to refresh ourselves. Sometimes we encounter people who push us back; they are like chain pullers. We should ignore them, whistle, and keep moving. At times, we meet people with narrow minds; they are like "halts." We need not stop there; we should just keep moving. Occasionally, we encounter enlightened people who are there to change our engine and direct us toward the correct path. But no one is there at the termination point, not even the driver (here representing close people), once our time is over. People will arrive and depart at their respective stations; none of them are permanent. Only a few will stay with us until the termination. The train never stops until it reaches the last station. So, enjoy the journey, the vivacity, love your life, and live your life. ...

Dear little warm heart, I send you an abundance of love for your ceaseless devotion, for tirelessly pulsating to keep me alive through all the chapters of my life. From the tumultuous beginnings of my teenage years, marked by a whirlwind of physical and emotional turmoil, to this very moment, you've often been overlooked, and for that, I am sincerely sorry. You've borne witness to the extreme heights of "HAPPINESS" and endured the depths of heart-wrenching pain. I recognize that as I've grown older, you've become more discerning in placing your trust, and that your once fervent interests have waned. Navigating the repetitive cycles of emotional crises and drama has undoubtedly been a taxing journey. I acknowledge that your emotional resilience may be waning, and you've learned that the path to maturity is anything but easy. Growing up entails enduring a plethora of emotional and mental peaks and valleys, each contributing to your wisdom. I'm not here t...

Looking through the window of the moving train, I'm greeted by a breathtaking sight: the setting sun casting its golden glow upon the mountains. It instantly conjures an image of you, gracefully strolling towards me, sunlight filtering through leaves, gently caressing your radiant face. As the train comes to a halt on the platform, my gaze locks onto someone who bears a striking resemblance to you. They exude a tranquil aura amidst the bustling chaos, much like you, always donning a warm smile even when wrestling with internal battles. And there's another figure, burdened with four hefty bags, reminiscent of your unwavering ability to juggle multiple tasks while steadfastly progressing toward your destination. A glimpse of a scooter catches my eye; its color might be akin to the one you own, though it's challenging to discern in the dimness of the night. It's a subtle but refreshing reminder of you. Amidst the cacophony enveloping me, a profound serenity fills my being,...