A life under the shadow

କେତେ ବାଧା,ପ୍ରତିବନ୍ଧ ଥିଲାସବୁ ସର୍ତ୍ତମଞ୍ଜୁରୀ ନେବାରଆଜି ସତେଶୁଭ ଦିନ ଥିଲା…

Oh queen of my dreamsIn the teen heartsthat me and crores alike-felt for you…On this sadand painful momentof this dayI prayfor your placeIn the land of GodWith eternal peace andDivine bliss and harmony.

A sweet dawn of desire,A dark star dipped inThe brown aftermathOf sexless nightsTouching all theIntimate limbs andUntouched cornersOf loving Souls,Of caring hearts,Of holding handsOn the huge shoreOf Sand less OceanOf lonely timeSleeping half awakeOn the soft bosomsOf twisted Space.

Laden with the You-ness of you….Never ever Can IGo awayFrom the groundYou walked upon,From the StreamsYou dipped inside,From the buds and birdsYou talked to,From the meadows openAnd leaves greenYou looked into.I can’t be outside…Of that world-Beyond the borders of warmth,Beneath the depths of weakness,I can’t…Can’t live with the airYou never have breathed!I’m yet to knowAbout…

ବାର ବାର ପରଖି ଚାଲିଛ-ମୋ ଭିତରେ ତମପ୍ରତି ଥିବାପ୍ରଣୟ ର ଗଭୀର ମାପୁଛ?ଆଜି ସୁଦ୍ଧା ତମେକି ଜାଣିନତମେ ମୋର ଅନ୍ତିମ ସାହାରା,ଜୀବନ ର ଏଇଦୋଛକି ରେଦୃଶ୍ୟମାନ, ଏକମାତ୍ରରାହା ତମେ ପରା ।।

Emerges from soulsSnakes through heart’s valley.Ceaseless.

that standsfor democracy?Fearless expressionsOf truth,Of beautyin all thatwe do or speakin whateverwe think and act.I live hereUnarmed-Where safety iswith themwho are somehowarmed-armed with muscles,armed with ammunitions,armed with power,armed with police,armed with money,armed with law.But I am a merevoter, who is bondedwith a rigid pledgenever to complainprior to the end-End of five long years,end of your…

lessons at home,lessons at school,lessons in temple,lessons in playground,wherever I love to live free.Why have they been so doing?Are they working on something,a project privately undertakenor an agenda socially knitted? ?Why do they do so?Need someone tell methat I am a human being?That I have a mind to thinkand a heart to follow?Don’t they knowafter…

To foolthose who always could.

It also starts floating,for it is the go of the world-The one that would ruleover the othermust have the numberto outnumber.

Once more in March.Like the other nights,In earlier years-Clad in White and purple hue,You sat akin likeA fragrant glue.Sticking my dreamsAnd desires ever,With your eyesThat fill in meThirst for ever-To be there,Within youAnd outside as well.To be with youFor days to comeEver and ever,Again and again!

A Sun sets at noon.

ଆସିଥିବାଆମ ପରିଆଉ ଜଣେ ପାଇଁଆମର ତ ହୃଦୟ ରେଚେନାଏ ବି ଭୂଇଁଖୋଲା ନାହିଁ ।।ସବୁ ଖାଲି ସଂରକ୍ଷିତ,ନିର୍ଦ୍ଧାରିତ ନଇବେଦ୍ୟ,ପୂଜା ଡାଲା,ଫୁଲ ଆଉ ଧୂପ ର ସାମଗ୍ରୀ,ନିର୍ଦ୍ଧାରିତ ଦେବତା ଙ୍କ ପାଇଁ,ନିର୍ଦ୍ଧାରିତ ମନ୍ତ୍ର, ଛନ୍ଦ,ଭକ୍ତିପୂତ-ନିର୍ଦ୍ଧିଷ୍ଟ ମୁଦ୍ରା ରେ ।।

From soul to the heart,from heart to the head,from head to the nerves,from nerves to the blood,from blood to the tips,from tips to the nib,from nib to the paper andfinallyfrom paper to the reader’s soulin the roundabout way.Such is indeed a poem.

The balls of fireIn the hands of the innocent insectsInfested with dark desires-Who never have dreamt,Nor have flied highOff their birth placeSince they riveted to theirWinged dreamsIn the hour before the dawnUnder a Sun on a chariotDrawn with the single most horseWidowed on the day of wedding.

Unnamed light floods the world.

Flowers still bloom and dance-Whispering tales of those days of lifein the heart’s garden of a-man-and-his-wife.

Like the divine ChantsEmanating from some Universes-Unknown and undiscoveredWe had beenThe shadow of the shadowsOf lives, we had been together.The focus of the light andDelights from worlds anonymous!We were yet to be there,Yet to be born onAnd yet to be together! !