Best Smriti Poems


Prostitution

I do not belong to your affluent society,

nor do I live at your mercy

A victim of social circumstances.

You sell your art and I bank on my flesh.

No body likes to  be  called by my name

for I am not a part of your fame..

yet you will sleep with me at night,

smelling my flesh gives u delight !

Don't you throw away your pounds!

Instead ,get some bones for your hounds !

I spit on the way this  society refutes

For no body is a born prostitute !



Smriti Jha aka Redfiery
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Your Beautiful Soul

My  soft   rosy  petals 

willing to  kiss you

this   morning  bird

sings   with  you

charming   winds

waves   your  red  hair

 your   blue  eyes

meets   MY   sky

for  they  borrow

today and tomorrow

the   colours of  faith

 encompasses  your  breath   

to   learn   more

about   your  soul

The  rivers  ARE

Your  true  friends

For   they  have   always   followed   your  trends !

The  snow  melting  mountains  stands  for  you

 For   you    have   sincerely    adored   them  too..

I   write   my   heart   for  our   passionate  love

The   one   good  life  that   we  both  deserve !

Come   love! Come   love!

 

  copyright 2011  by smriti Jha
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My Lover Artist

YOU   ARE   THE ENEMY   OF   MY   PAIN

 SOMEONE   WHO   IS   A   TRUE GOD   SEND

EVEN   THOUGH   YOU   LIVE   SO   FAR

YOU   HAVE   HEALED  MY  SCARS

A  CHILD- LIKE INNOCENSE   THAT YOU POSSESS

IS   SOMETHING   I   LOVE  AND  I  MUST  CONFESS

THE   WORLD   HAS   YET   TO  REALISE

SOMETHING   THAT  I VISUALIZE

FOR  THEIR  IS  A  DREAMER  WHO  CAN   HYPNOTISE

THIS   SLEEPY  WORLD  WITH  HIS  GOLDEN   EYES

THE  LIGHT  IS  HIDDEN  IN HIS  TRUE  ART

SUPERSEDING   THE   OLD   AND   YOUNG  HEARTS !

MY   LOVER-ARTIST   YOU   HAVE  CHANGED   ME

AND   THIS   LOVE   HAS  NOW  SET  ME  FREE

FROM   THE  SATANIC  WORLD   OF  DARKNESS

NOW  I  HAVE  FOUND  SOLACE 

IN   YOUR   POETRY...

I  CAN  BREATH  THE FRESH  AIR  OF  LIBERTY

AND  SPEAK  MY  MIND  WITH  BREVITY

IN  YOUR  EYES  I  FOUND  MY  INNOCENCE

FOR  YOU  TAUGHT  ME  PATIENCE  WITH  PERSEVERANCE

MY  LOVER  I  WISH  TO  DRINK  YOUR  SENSUOUS  LIPS

LOVE  YOU  TILL  THE  MORNING  KISS

I   WOULD  BECOME  THE  LINES OF YOUR PALM

HUG  YOUR  LOVE  WITH  MY  OPEN  ARMS....









Copyright 2011 by Smriti Jha

This is for a very very very very special person !
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Red Hot Smriti

Through my mind she runs, forever tireless,
this amazingly beautiful Indian Princess,
her words to my eyes, such a temptress,
the way she portrays the world and it's tenderness,
whatever she does never fails to impress!
She's in my mind and she sees my heart,
distance is the shame between us, we're half the world apart.
The pictures she paints of the world she sees,
her beauty and smile, i'm weak at the knees.
The emotions that spring from her words of rhyme,
keep me enthralled time after time.
The joy she emits from her timeless soul,
the light that she spreads could kill a black hole.
In a beauty contest they'd all say 'She beat me'
and  point cattily at the gorgeous Smriti? Xx


P.s spelling your name right makes it so much harder to rhyme with!!

©John-Ovan.P.Hull

You Will Never Grow Old

The day starts with your name 
the nights in your thoughts 
Our intense romantic vision
Like  the glimmering lakes 
mesmerised by your phrase ;
I cling to your verse 
You will never grow old in your soul 
The diverse elements of art Mingles with your poetry
Your mind weaves them With perfect synchronizations 
The spontaneous expression 
Captures the attention of your lady love( SMRITI JHA)
 the universality of your artistic fervour  
continues to inspire the living legends 
I shall continue to read  you in my LoneLY hours . 



ONLY FOR YOU MY LOVE ! 
DATED : FOREVER
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Democracy Is Dead

Democracy   faces the  greatest  peril 
when corrupt and paranoid politicians
with their delirious speech promisingly
Preaches  the  false  idea of Fraternity

the country is awake
and they sleep with their
narrow nationalistic ideas
Reform is a lost practice
for they are indulged 
in series of unlawful acts.

Who  said ,' India  is a poor country'  ? 
they have foreign bank accounts
pounds and dollars
all  hoarded  up here ...

The  love  for  the  Motherland 
now  buried  with  Gandhi...
 he  must be  weeping 
over  this  poor state of deformity

Wish  I  could  revive those lost glories
where India was a  book of  beautiful old stories....
 


Smriti  Jha
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Paint My Body With Michael Wayne

By Michael Wayne and Smriti Jha 


I will paint my love  RED across your  face as I drink in your 
beauty. 
    A river I will course in BLUE down the center of your chest.
 You turn me RED with your vibrant strokes.
 My soul melts in your  arms like scentedSMOKE
 Upon your left breast I will mark  radiant, life giving  SUN ,
The right bosom will receive my gentle painting of the MOON 
The emulation of two heavens seep into my heart.
The one desire you paint reflects your inspired art.
Crimson"RED HEARTS I will brush onto your  dainty arms.
 Colorful butterflies I reproduce on your ticklish legs.
Like a rainbow of  love streaming  out of my consciousness , 
 Pouring down those sensuous legs so rapturous and sublime. 
MOUNTAIN  peaks I will design on your smooth back.	
   Wings I will paint on your luscious feet, to bring you close 
 I will run down your chest with my feet till you drag me 
closer to hear my racing heart beats. 
 Upwards pointing ARROWS  will trace upon your 
inner THIGHS , 
They will guide me to the place of our INTENSE union.
 Inhibition melting arrows rest between my thighs
Like rain drops falling from fertile,blue skies. 
ON your lower belly I will PAINT GREEN like the leaves of 
a healthy  and growing small tree 

 This plant of life will strengthen our nuptial bond
.This dream I find so tantalizingly  profound


In COLLABORATION WITH A VERY VERY TALENTED 
MICHAEL WAYNE
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A Lover's Lament- Collaboration With Paul Callus

A Lover’s Lament
(Paul Callus & Redfiery ( smriti Jha) ~ 2017)

A LOVER'S Lament 
Summer took its toll,
Dried up the waters of our love.
We found ourselves stranded
On the arid river bed
Dreaming of encroaching clouds.
We thirsted for the promise of rain
And love’s reincarnation.

Rough winds carried away all hopes 
Storm took away what we had 
We pined for winter's warmth 
But our frozen heart bled without love. 
The spring never arrived 
As dead leaves turned into ashes 
We returned to our meet, our fate. 
Alas! Summer took its toll.



Copyright @2017 by Paul Callus& Redfiery ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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The Angel Cries At Night

'The Angel Cries At Night''


I  heard an angel speak last night and he said ''write''
and bring enlightenment to  this dark place,
the hollowness that prevails
breaks my silence
I writhe in agony
to see the despicable dead 
restless and infuriated
daunted by their  formidable grave
they long for salvation...
My stagnated beauty is futile...
Alas ! I cannot restore their lives..
the dead leaves pay their homage
where the ALIVE one fails to visit...


Smriti Jha 
For the contest ' angels at the cemeteries ' 
14.06.2011
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In Your Dreams

The empire  of  my  Love 
stands on the pillar of your strength!
All judgement is yours
power and passion
a beautiful synchronization 
I follow your course
like a slave follows his master
chained with a desire to reach you
like a bird's aspirations for the sky!
every single breath I take 
your lustrous skin
causes reverberations in my heart
my heart melts
             
FOLLOWED BY A PERFECT UNION
  suddenly A TRAIN OF THOUGHTS
TRANSCENDS MY CONSCIENCE 
ONCE AGAIN I DIVE IN YOUR SEA OF DREAMS



copyright 2011 by Smriti Jha

  for a  very special one....
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Unbreakable, a Friendly Collaboration With Wayne Hill

You are the wild grass growing between the sidewalk crack.
The support you need rests on my sturdy, rugged back.
I am the peak sheltering you from flashing thunderstorms.
The path we walk, I will clear of thistles and sharp thorns.
Life's meaning is clear when shared with an eternal friend.
And time will know about our unbreakable strength.
Worry not about the whirlwind of the past.
Rough surfaces will no longer last.
As I promise you a peaceful tomorrow.
By drinking the bitter ocean of yesterday's sorrow.





It was great fun collaborating with a very Talented Wayne Hill. The first five lines were written by Wayne and last five lines by me [ Smriti Jha]
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The Truth About My Love For You

Your  ardent  love for me is a blessing in  disguise

sweet glistening love  I see  in your eyes

deep in my heart there is a secret

shall I open before you  those rivulets?

 streaming out of  inner cycles of mind...

would you listen to those four walls

 and would you be kind?

I  have not grown in years

yet  I  have  lived in fears.

I  wish to build those beautiful faith

on your caring shoulders ..

A  woman who cares for your heart

and hardly for your wealth...

this enigmatic dream has a serious goal

to create those little poets and little souls

we  are  united by a powerful force

unbreakable and tireless  in due course... 

..the harbinger of  our relationship

if  the world doesnt care too much

think of a woman who knows you

with due course of time

i will grow within you...

 

 

 
copyright 2011 by Smriti Jha
 
For the most beautiful Heart...!
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Love, Lust, and Longing

Her raven hair captures a delicate scent of spice.
Love radiates from dark brown disks of passion.

Enigmatic eyes speak about his soul.
Those sensuous lips are the answer to her passion.

She has lips of precise refinement.
Grace befalls every movement of a blessed body.

His smile can drive a woman across the globe.
Caring words are the engine of her strength.

Tears and laughter spring forth unrestricted.
Emotions freely spill in search of bonds.

Desires tantalize her neglected skin.
To be the recipient of her gentle touch brings joy.
Innocent love springs from their union.

When love reaches the epitome of eternity,
the longing he has felt will soon be over.
A new love  the world will soon discover.

      Co-written by Smriti Jha and Wayne Hill
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Across the Globe With Smriti Jha

My country formed in violent revolution over the taxation,
Of sugar, tea, and stamps from mother England.

My country enslaved with a narrow vision of traditionalism,
Drowning in the sea of religious fanaticism.

You should come in July when we celebrate Independence Day.
You can find me in the park watching the display.

The promising October will enrich your vision.
As the female deity; Durga is worshiped every season. 

I will take you to a major league baseball game.
We will root for the home team, and pray it doesn’t rain.

We will sit and watch Tendulkar the icon of cricket,
And applaud enthusiastically for each and every wicket.

An introduction to American cuisine begins with chili cheese fries,
And ends with deep dish pizza that never goes to your thighs.

At the Rajasthan Kitchen the flavored curd will whet your appetite,
With the sweets giving you unfathomable delight.

Let’s take a drive to the Colorado River where time cuts through rock.
The deepest canyon in the world will leave you in amazed shock.

The holy atmosphere here near the Ganges will calm your mind.
For it is one river, so pure and divine. 

I hope you enjoy your tour of our lands.
Where people of all colors will walk hand in hand.



Written in collaboration with a wonderful poetess named Smriti Jha.

Cloudburst In Paradise

The light from your eyes ignites my night.
When two souls mingle, double or single.
The epitome of attachment is felt.

Rain stops not lovers from 
dancing in dark, muddy streets.
Bodies together are sensuous treats.

I swing in your arms to reach the sky,
O such a blissful rain.
No words compare with your name.

We choreograph love's sea of sensation,
together we merge in our thoughts.

No music plays in the background.
Hearts generate the melody of passion.
Bare skin displays our intimate fashion.

When love becomes an endless obsession,
the heart binding dance
enhances currents of romance.

A heavenly kiss breaks the thunder
to paradise we gladly surrender.
                                            
                      
                                      
                                                    Co-written with lovely Smriti Jha
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