joy resembles fear of separation.
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Love means
Brewn with eros,For a loving heart,Bathed with philiaFor a holding hand,Clad with lustFor a warming call,Filled with agapeFor a kissing soul.
ମନ ତଳେ ଥିଲା ଅଭିମାନ
ଏତେ ପାଖେ ଥିଲା ମୋ ଆସନଘେରିଥିଲା ନୀରବତା ବାଡ!ତୁମ ସହ କଥା ହେବି ବୋଲିକେତେ ଦିନୁଁ ଦେଖୁଚି ସପନ,ଅଥଚ ମୁଁ ତମ ପାଶେ ପାଶେଥାଇ, ଆଜି ରହିଲି ମଉନ!ମୁଁ ଜାଣିଚି ତମେ ମୋର କଥାବିନା ଶବ୍ଦେ ବୁଝି ନେଇପାର,ତଥାପି ମୋ ମନ ତଳେ ବ୍ୟଥା-ବ୍ୟାକୁଳତା କଥା କହିବା ର! !
Who told you so
who told youon my behalf thatI shall be at your beck and callas and when requiredby a girl who oncepretended to be my beloved,by a boy who oftenacted like a brother.by a man who many oftenmade me think him a leader.by a woman who more than thricetricked me into pits unknown.by a beggar who, several…
The four Phases
Scattered over themLike the elements of cosmos,Like the elements of life.The Fire in the attractive and activeThe Water in the Creative and PositiveThe Air in the Submissive and SensitiveThe Ground in the Selective and SportiveAll in the Space within meAlong this time line! !(1) The Soil Of LoveThe Soil of loveSustains my footings,My existenceOn the…
I want not
that never touches the landthat never bathesthe dirt and dustof the tiny landscapeborn out of her,brought up along with,craves to be with her.I want to bejust a pool to caterto the needs ofmy neighbours aroundpeople, plants or animalsbirds or ants,fishes or snakesEveryone therewho does gather.
ଆଜି ଟିକେ ମାଗି ଦେଲି
ମୋ କାଗଜୀ ଛାତିରେ ଛାତିରେ,ଏତିକି ମାଗିଲି ବୋଲିତମ ଠୁ ପହିଲି ବାରଦେଖିଲି ମୁଁ,କିଛି ଗୋଟେ ଦେଲ ବିରକ୍ତି ରେ ।।
Words seldom bridge the gap.
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I want to write
Have been ruling this landWith the supreme dictum:Never to see the CrimesNever to speak about criminalsNever to listen about their sponsorsBut I am not dead…Dead with eyes, ears or the tongue…So I want to write.
Have you ever
Of the weary?Have you everStilled the tearOf the fearful,The timid, little kid?Have you everBound a stick of supportTo a broken twigOf a plant in theNeighbour’s yard?But I have-For I am a friend.A rea time friendAnd a neighbour to allBorn on this planet.
Shattered in the cold, mild –
To hold my hands close,To hug me like a red rose-With passion for the heart to build.
Deep down the lake of your lover’s tears
Like a soap bubble yet to be touched.I love you, So I don’t touch..But simply keep countingThe minutes, andThe beats of my heart.
କେଉଁ ଦୁନିଆକୁକୁ
ଅଚାନକ ମୋରଜୀବନ ର ପରିଧିରୁ,କାହାା ଅଭିଳାଷକଳ୍ପନା ବିଳାସ,ଆକର୍ଷଣ, ନେଲାଦୂରେ, ତୁମକୁମୋ’ ଠାାରୁ?ଯାହା ପାଇଁ ଥିଲାତୁମ ଅନ୍ତର ରେଏତେ ପ୍ରେମ ଏତେସ୍ନେହ, ଅନୁରାଗ ଧାରା-କିଏ ସେ ଅଶୁଭନଜର ରେ ଜାଳିପାଉଁଶ କରିଲାମୋ ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ -ଦୁନିଆଁ, ସାରା ।।
ଯେଉଁ ଦୁନିଆ ର
ଗନ୍ଧ ଭିଜା ଧୂଳି ଧୂଳି,ମଶାଣୀ ଶେଯ କୁଶେଷ ଯାତ୍ରା ବେଳେଶୋଇବି ମଥା ରେ ବୋଳି ।।
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Lips and looks can’t dissemble.
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Apes are the Engineers
Building a bridge above it.
Rasgulla-
Did not taste sweet.Scientists classified it,Still no effect.Philosophers placed paperson it, still no taste.Painters painted it,Sketched it,News papers had adsHunger increasedno taste.Physicians prohibited itto diabetics,demand increased,no improvement.Poets served in platesof words withspoons of imageries greatstill no taste.But when my momcooked it in the kitchenand placed one, overmy tongue…Presto..it was as so sweetAs sweet as nectarA…
I am no daughter of
Nor a widow ofa powerful Gandhi,I am more like a Monarch SlavePhysically and psychologically-abused over and over again.May be I am poor,I am down trodden,I am a piece of nothingin your eye.But please…Please believe meThat although I am a girl,A poor maiden of courseI have a heartRich with emotions,I have a mindFull of dreams,I have…
This morning
back againon the labyrinth ofmy heart.You were nowhereto be seennor be smelt,but your silentand sweet smilelingered onthe petals ofthe bunches of calendulain the front garden.Did spring senta letter to meand my heartthrough you?
It was her
She had totake care, thatShe was atthe zenith of her beauty,She had hermost most beautiful robes on,she checkedevery bud,every leaf,every twigin and around-lest a yellow leaf,or a worn petalshould spoilthe whole preparationthat moment.There were onlya few minutes leftbefore she would bethere at the tableof her dreamfostered so long.She hadno moment to stare,She hadno moment to…
ଏ ଜୀବନେ
ଅନ୍ତର ର ଶୁଖା ପଡିଥିବାଅନ୍ତହୀନ ବିରହ ସମୁଦ୍ରେଅଚାନକ ଜୁଆର ଆସିଲା,ଭରିଗଲା ଫୁଲେ ଫୁଲେଫଗୁଣ ର ରଙ୍ଗ,ଆସିଗଲା ସତେ ଅବାମୋ ଆତ୍ମା ର ଅନଙ୍ଗ ଭୂଇଁ ରେପ୍ରଣୟ ର ମେଘ,ଏବେ ସାରା ଆକାଶ ରେ ଆମକିଏ ଅବା ଭରି ଦେଲାମିଳନ ର ରଙ୍ଗ ।।