Process Of Art: In search of Solitude

By Jeitendra Sharma

Memories, tragedies and emotions everything is turned into a random combination of available words. In this book, you will find a wide range of poetry, a fresh writing style, a new way to tell stories.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pencil
• Release date: Mar 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9789354381508

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Process Of Art

In search of Solitude

BY

Jeitendra Sharma

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Author biography

Hi, I am Jitendra Kumar sharma, an engineer by edcuation, Poet by passion. I wrote my first Poem when I was 13-14 Years old and then it took me around 10-12 Years to really understand the Poet inside me. and with Love my poems started to take shape, I believe to write one should be a great reader also, I love reading History, Philosophy, having a Science background provided me to see art with a complete differnet view. 

My favorite Hindi Poets are Muktibodh, Agyeya, and writers/satirists are Harisankar Parsai, Premchandra. 

In english I love the writers of twilight eg. Heyadat, Kafka, Dostoysvsky, Allen Poe. 

My poetries are kind of lyrical stories, from every possible aspect of life. Hope You will enjoy this experiment. 

Contents

Free world

God is Dead.

Bataille d existence

Self Heist

pogroms

A Dead Soul

Darker Truths

Prisoners of Conscience

Frozen Flowers

Insanity

Voice

face-eating rats

at night, this late

and I come to know!

wait here!

three colours blue

dialectic of truth and life

the street

a moon

Being in time

come to my window

am I drunk

I love her screams more

logic and the truth

gazed

A Barren Land

Miyagi

Bury me near Meer

A bottle

plot twist

thought and me

the free man

fall again

Ghost of the past

are not enough

Our generation

Memories

who, what I am

a piece of the real world

I saw the man

and it is the thousandth time

make the rain touch me again

Devils freerun

Delusional

A girl in red

Rebirth

curves that defy flatness of minds

if I had been courageous

another Illusion

fool in love

Unchained slavery

nothing but a borrowed man

I, the last freeman

No more train missing

being in wrong time

Schizophrenia

Symbolic love

Revolutionary Road

A Nation of Majority

Man, are no special

Acceptance

Another Renaissance

Girl by the sea

Flower Of Revolution

a real tribute to freedom fighters

In the cold nights

Realm of Hyperreal

I accept myself

See the man

process of art

In the lift

0430 AM

Acknowledgements

dedicated to the accidental, tragic life and all women, who were/are in my life. 

Free world

I could Just cut and lose

strings attached

pulling my flesh without mercy

so, I could run in the vast free lands

swim in the cold water of white ice

roar with the lions in their natural habitat

where I could speak with birds

or hear their masterpiece

an orchestra that sings the song of nature

no greed lies in here

in the depth of green grasses

I have seen the ants walking tirelessly

a sense of responsibility at the door

take me that land of peace

where I would wake up without worry

with no formalities of smile and happiness

and I could shed tears with wolves, staring at the moon

where no one will find the trace of the human race

no gunfights, no borders, no violence

Just survival instinct, and hunger that drives 'the killing'

I would pray to the falling stars

to turn me into a Jungle leaf

so could roam around with the wind

swim in the freshwater with fishes

or, become a firefly

so the stars would envy me

and I would tell everyone that I belong to stars

I had fallen in the past, but one day I will fly away

reach the zenith, kingdom of heaven

rule all the stars and command them to shine more

or fight a battle with moon

and tear it in parts,

take me there in the land of absolute truth

where no lies reside

a place where hell means 'human kingdom'

where I could see all colours except the red blood

and die in peace

with a decaying body that would serve the next,

God is Dead.

cold-blooded animals!

walking dead, no emotions

a beast disguised as a man

a plot to kill the last hope

black-heart darker than the night!

hell-bounded man, but where is the lord?

lord who took an oath to protect us

protect from the beast inside us

he must have heard the screams!

or the plot in the rotten mind

he must have not complied with it

Is he dead? or, coward

it is lame to blame karma, I see none!

stars, why couldn't You fall?

moon, how could You not move to help?

wind, You should have come to protect

fire, You must have had cried?

I see no reason, One must not go through this

either the heaven is full or the hell is empty

all good men are in heavens

and all cold-blooded animals are walking on the streets

How I would praise You, Lord, again?

Your children don't deserve such pain

thus, come and take the bow in Your hands

a fight is at the doors, please, hide no more!

thousands of Years have passed

nothing hasn't changed, same agony different names

or You are just like one of us

who don't even dare in their dreams

who keep quiet at the moment of crisis

and then whisper the