Best Smriti Poems
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
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
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 !
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
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
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
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
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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
'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
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....
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]
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...!
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
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.
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