A life under the shadow

The Haves and the Have-nots.

from the great Lord Shivaafter years of austerityto please the God of Gods.Little did she know-that her wisheswill be grantedin the most unnatural wayin the life followingthat would cost hera life no lesshumiliating than the hell,a life no lessrewarding than the heaven.

କେବେ କେବେ ନେଉଛି ଦୂରେଇ,ଯେ ବେଳେ ଲାଗୁଛିସତେ ଅବାମୋତେ ତୁମେଭାବ ସାତ ପର…! !ଏମିତି କାହିଁକି ହୁଏ ସଖୀ?କହିବ କି ତମେ ମୋ କାନରେ-ଚୁପି ଚୁପି ତୁମର ସେବୀଣା ଜିଣା,ମଧୁର ସ୍ୱର ରେତମ କଥା,ଛାତି ତଳ ଦରଦ ଓ ବ୍ୟଥା!

None understands pure virtuous heart!

A paradise turns into Hell.

Of the hall of ruins.The anger and evilIn your looks wereSpread overVast acres of dark legendsUnder the hectic skiesRaining jungles of sad bubblesAnd lakes of saline hopesAnd sweet despair.

In nights, that seemed so longOn paths, that proved so wrongYou disappeared, when life asked more.

ଅବଶିଷ୍ଟ କେତେ ବର୍ଷ ଧରିଆମେ ବାଣ୍ଟୁଥିବା କାନ୍ଦ, ହସ? ?ତମ ସାଥେ ଏକା ଆସନ ରେବସି ଥିଲି ସେ ଦିନ ଯେଉଁଠି-ତମ କଥା ମନେ ପକାଉଚିଏବେ ବସି ବସି ମୁଁ ସେଇଠି ।।ଭାବୁଚି ମୁଁ ଆଉ କେତେ ଦିନଭେଟିବି ମୁଁ ତୁମକୁ ଏଠାରେ-କେତେ ଦିନ, କେତେ ରାତି ଆଉଖୋଜୁଥିବି ଏ ଶୂନ୍ୟ ଛାତ ରେ ।।

Moment to rejoice with love.

Spoons never taste the dish.

Bright mornings dawn after storm.

ପଲକେ ବି ଛୁଇଁଥିଲ,ସେ ଦୁନିଆ ମୋରସପନ ରାଇଜଅମୃତ, ଅମୂଲ ମୂଲ ।।

Nothing celestial is ever captured.

The homo sapiens,Who made all the differences.They turned me theirsTheir home in thecavesThe weapons in their handsThe Gods and DemonsShrines andtemples andPillars in the GraveyardThey made me their tool-The tools of survivalThe tools of revivalThe tools of war and peaceThe tools of love and worship.I paved the ways forTrades and Traditions,Fairs and Celebrations,Rituals and Practices,Affairs…

There is nothing to eat.

soft, yet prevailinga little away,at this hour of the dawnwhen the Sunis yet to riseand greet the worldin and aroundwith its radiant orangeshine with a smile,and inspiring the travellerlike meto walk an extra mile.

In my own wayand style-Whether it pleases you or not,Whether it smoothes yoursdreams, desire, plansand myriad agendasset by the society or not,I don’t care,I dare walk the talk,with the soul within,I dare think aloudI dare talk in silence,I dare run the remaining milesWithout a horse below,without a roof above,without a book along,without a scripturepreloaded with…

When my tiny footsteps tumbled.