The awakening of
a bud of desire in slumber
beneath the cave of mystery
at that hour before the dawn.
Words are born
at those moments of rush hours
of memories lamenting and
filling nostalgia in and around.
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Kal se
pata nehin kyun…Isse pehleAisa kabhi nehinhua karta thajab suraj nikal rahathaaur panchhia chun chun kargaane ga rahe the,tab mujheSone ko ji karta hai.Jab chand aasmaan parubhar ta rehta thaaur kumud yahan nichebar bar sadiyan badalti thitabhi mujheronaa aa raha hai.Pata nehin kyunAaj aisa ho raha hai..Kisse puchhunye mujhe hua kya hai?kisse jaanuye mera kaisa halat…
Oh mother!
A sweater in my winter,A cooler in my summer,An umbrella in the rains,An epic during the strains.You had been…A roof over my head,A plate under my bread,A sheet upon my bed,A patting hand for what I did.You will remain…The source ofBlessings eternal,The stream ofLearnings divine,The path of loveFor everyone humane,The wrath of my lifeTo thrash…
ହସ ର ଫଗୁଣ
ମୋ ପାଇଁ ଜୀବନ ଥିଲା-ଘନ ଅମା ରାତିକଳା କବରୀ ରେମୋ ପ୍ରାଣ ଲଟକିଥିଲା,ଆଖି ରେ ତୁମରଲୁହ ର ଶ୍ରାବଣଅମା ରାତି ଆଣୁଥିଲା-ତମେ ଚାଲିଗଲପାଲଟି ଗଲି ମୁଁବୈଶାଖ ର ପାନ୍ଥଶାଳା ।।
On this holy hued day,
Colours yet to fade off.
ଗତ ଜନ୍ମ ସାରା
ଯାହା କିଛିନେବା କୁ ଚାହିଲ-ଦେଇ ପାରିଲି ନିକିଛି ହେଲେମୋ ଭାଗ୍ୟ ରେକଣ୍ଟା ହେଲା କାଳ ।।ଛଡାଇ ନେଲା ସେମୋର ପ୍ରାଣଜୀଅନ୍ତା ମୋ ସପନ ଶରୀରୁ –ସେ ପାରି କୁ ଗଲତମେ ପ୍ରିୟେଏବେ ମୋତେନିଅ କବର ରୁ ।।
Quite flows
Peace seeks its placeIn the space infinite,Only the game of numbersContinues sinceTime immemorial.
in the nuptial nights
of lusty beds unoccupied.
The birth of the words is
the awakening of
a bud of desire in slumber
beneath the cave of mystery
at that hour before the dawn.
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Veins of moon quench thirst.
How popular these monkeys
Gandhi has left this worldA century ago.But the three monkeysGifted to himYears ago came back aliveTo speak to the world.The new World OrderBorn with Olive branchesFollowed by Atom bombsOn innocent kids and womenwho never hated any alien country.These monkeys started speakingTo each other about alien peopleAbout their achievementsAgainst the crimes without the names.The first monkey…
I call him a poet
Who beautifies his lonelinessSitting all aloneIn the dark.SomeoneWho has stoppedTo compare withThe hills of status,The oceans of achievement,The deserts of pain,The Suns of ego,The Moons of pleasure,And even ifHas stoppedChasing his own shadow,The very epitome ofBeing followed by others.Such a being-A pure soul,An innocent heart,A creative mind,A light bodyReady to fly up highAnd sigh any…
You are my teacher
When my eyes started to blink.
Beauty lies in the symmetry,
None alone would be enough.
Sometimes
Darkness can’t veil.In such a wrecked lifealmost, I dwell.Where hottest sun can’t drythe wet sands of my floor,The coldest night can’t calm,the burning of my door,My heart sinksto the bottom of the sea,where my good times hide,playing hide and seek with me.Bring me a rain of smileon my lips cracked,fill in me a wheelof rising…