Desire in me to be

The Earth is never bored.

ବ୍ୟଗ୍ରତା ର ଡଗ ଡଗ ପାଦେତମେ ଯେବେ ଆସୁଥିଲଦୂରରୁ ପାଖକୁ, ଆହୁରି ଆହୁରି ।।ପବନର ରିମ୍ ଝିମ୍ ସ୍ବରତୁମ ଚଳ ଚଞ୍ଚଳ ପାଦ ରେବାନ୍ଧିଥିଲା ଖୁସିର ନୂପୁର –ତୁମ ରୁଦ୍ଧ ଶ୍ବାସ ଏ ଦୌଡ଼ ରେଆଜି ମୁଁ ତ ଥିଲି ମୁକ ସାକ୍ଷୀତୁମ କେଶ ଲହଡ଼ି ରେଆଖି ମୋର ରହି ଥିଲା ଲାଖି ।।

The morning sunshinePaint me shy and pinkThe azure of the skyI gives me a call-A call of the wildTo roam aboutIn the autumn breezeI have always wantedTo flee,So as to be thereHigh up in the skyThat lie-So vast, so wide, so open.

on the three worlds,lives a cancerous lifein many hearts,the hearts that arealways simulated by the witty brainto poison,to treason,to spite,to spitto add kinks along the lofty pathsof innocent childhood,sensitive adolescenceand vigorous youth.With one hood cladwith branded chivalry it kisses-right on the lips of craving soulswho seldom would understandits sciolous after effects.With the otherdark with venomous…

ଧୂସର ପଣତ, ମୋରଆକାଶ ର ସାରା ଉପବନେ-ଶିରି ଶିରି ପବନ ରେ ଭିଜାସମୟ ର ଓଢଣୀ ଉହାଡେଜହ୍ନ ଲୁହ ଢାଳୁଥିଲା ବେଳେ-କାହା ମଲା ଖବର ଟାଅପେକ୍ଷା ର ଆଞ୍ଜୁଳା ଫାଙ୍କ ରୁ-ଏ ଯାଏ ବିହଜିଥିଲା ପରି,ବିରହ ର ବଂଶୀଟିଏଗୁମୁରି ଗୁମୁରି,କାନ୍ଦୁଥିବା ବେଳେ-ହଜିଲା ସେ ଦିନ ର ଚାହାଣୀ,ତମ ଆଖି,ବେଶ ମନେ ପଡେ ।।

Of hopes, desires-dreamsOn deserts of blind.Revivifying.

Not once but oftenI had cherished.I have liliesfloating on my breastwith dreams flooded,Instead of fishing boats orships with tonsof wealth loaded.I don’t have fansnor tourist troops to roam,But kids many, to play herewith soaps and foam.Still I am happy enoughwith merriment of the kids,who one day will becomelords of their dreams andGods of their worlds.

ମୋ ମନ କୁ କରୁଛି ଚଞ୍ଚଳଆଜି ସବୁ ପ୍ରିୟ ମୁହଁ ଥିଲାଚାରି ଆଡେ ହସ ଖୁସୀହେଲେ ମନ ଅଥୟ, ଉତ୍ତାଳ….ରାତି ପାହିବାକୁ ଅଛି ଡେରିତୁମ କଥା ମନେ ପଡିଭାଙ୍ଗି ଯାଏ ନିଦ ବାର ବାର-କବର କୁ ଯିବି ଯେତେବେଳେଯଦି ତମେ ମନେ ପଡକାଳ ନିଦ ଭାଙ୍ଗିବ କେ ମୋର?

Of vermilion paintOn widow’s deserted forehead.Humming-song.

Both expand their territory.One becomes history,the other a bad story.One mesmerizesSo much thatPoets become petsAmbitions become fates.A priest becomes thiefThe weaker becomes the chief.Donkeys fake Horses,Monkeys make Verses,Humps fill the roads,Speeches, write the toads,Trees forget the shadesRazors need no blades, .Dreamer sleeps or begs,The eyes look at legs.Barren land looks fertile,Crops grow in fileOdes sung…

on the planet, we dwell.It begins with a seasonhot, dry, thirstyfeeding on nectar of hope,Like the babythat sucks milkfrom the mother’s breastsThere is an intense thirsteverywhere, in and aroundThe soil, the plants,The animals, the dry air,Even if the Sun-None is an exception.It is the season of thirst,The season of existence.Then follows Rainy seasonthe dark clouds…

End with Paralyzing cowardice.

କହରା ନିଶ କୁ ବିଷ ଭରା ଧ୍ୱନିଷଣ୍ଢ ପରି କରେ ତଦାରଖ ଶ୍ରେଣୀଭାରି ଅବା ଜାଣିବା ର ! !ଆରଟି ତାହାର ସଁବାଳୁଆ ଛୁଆଁ,କଅଁଳ ବୟସୀ ବୁଲାଏ ସେ ଭୁଆଁଅକାଳେ, ଅବେଳେ, ଆପଣା ପ୍ରକୋଷ୍ଢେବର ଦିଏ ବାର ବାର ।।

His words sans His lips.

Oceans of loneliness in exile.

the length of a roadtravelled with passion,the breadth of a heartThat beats on and on,The height of a dreamcherished so long,the depth of a desirerooted miles or a furlong.Time scales lifein frames-past and future,in names-great and rare,in pages-written and read,in phases-golden and dead,in zones-gained and lost,in forms-worst and best.

ଅନାଗତ କାଳ କାଳ ପାଇଁ-ସ୍ମୃତି ସୌଧ ଗଢି ଚାଲିଥିଲା…ତମ ପାଇଁ ଅର୍ବୁଦ ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ରେରାଣୀ ପରି ସଜାଇବା ପାଇଁ,ତମ ପାଇଁ କୋଟି କାମନା ରକଢିତକ ଫୁଟାଇବା ପାଇଁ…ତୁମ ଓଠ ଲକ୍ଷ ଚୁମ୍ବନ ରତାତି ତକ ଓଠେ ନେବା ପାଇଁ,ତୁମ ସ୍ପର୍ଶ ଅୟୁତ ସ୍ମୃତି ରେଛାତି ଶେଯ ଭିଜାଇବା ପାଇଁ…ତୁମ ଦେହ ହଜାରେ ଛୁଆଁ ରେ-ମୋ ଆତ୍ମା କୁ ରଖିବ ବଞ୍ଚାଇ…

ଧନ୍ୟବାଦ ତୁମକୁ କହିବି-ମୋ ଓଠ ରନିଃଶବ୍ଦ ସ୍ୱର ରେଛାତି ତଳେ ଆଜି ମୋରଆସୁଚି ଜୁଆର ମାଡିଭରା ଆବେଗ ର,ଚାରି ଆଡୁ ଶୁଭିଯାଏ ସ୍ୱର-ତୁମ ପାଦ ରୁଣୁ ଝୁଣୁନୂପୁର ନିକ୍ୱଣ।।

Building a bridge above it.

yet to hit the mind.

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.

in my life so short-full of innocent ignorancedevoid of wise rational mindwas ‘Savitri’, by a Yogi.It was a great Verse,the greatest of courseas on this day, whichunfortunately is great, yetless read and followed,less understood,native to a few around,alien to many on my land.That Yogi, my revered-A noble Laureate of 1943awarded for poetry,one of the greatestsages…

Poured on graveBrings life back Earth.Rejuvenating.

And force Gandhi’s kids on the other.

Sing with itLike a tiny kidThrilling.

plants have been hometo the bards of natureThe chirping birdssinging lullabiesto the tiresome soulsfilling a jovial urgefor living a life ofeternal quest.The morning breezein the autumndrives the streaming riverto snake through thelandscapes sincetime immemorialdown to the Sea,with a song of life.The sunshine and itsgolden kiss onthe lips of theEros clad naturefingers a stringwith a note…

my papa’s heart,my mom’s soul,my sister’s mate-and I was only seven.A tiny kid of sevenjust new to a school,A soft and tender heartinnocent enough to fool!Why did you force meto leave this lovely worldCup board full of toysfriends, loving mom and dad?When I was thirstyfor my sister’s touch,when I was hungryfor my mother’s couch,when I…

For sake of bye gone days,We had had our ways.You have cared a lotShared love with me, longFor the old days spent,Makes it worth being sung.In this deserted isletThere is your voice,Be it water, blue waveor the sky up, above.

Lying outside the window panes of a heart.

ମୋ ପ୍ରଣୟ ବେଦୀ ପରେ ।ସାଗର ଗଭୀରଭଲ ପାଇବା ରନୀଳ ପରଶ ରେ ଜଳେ ।।ଆଖି ର ଉହାଡେଆଗାମୀ ସପନଚୁପି ଚୁପି ଝଳୁଥାଏ-ପାହାଡ ଏ ପାରେମନ ପାନ୍ଥଶାଳାତୁମକୁ ଗୋ ଝୁରୁଥାଏ ।।

With your love and care.BlueWith your looks and stare.GreenWith your dreams, divine.YellowWith your holy, pious, shine.BrightWith your passionate kiss.And darkWith your touches, I miss.On this auspiciousMoment of your birthWish you allThat keeps you warm,That makes you firm,That gives you peace,That delivers you blissThat renders you charmThat does no harm.That sings of loveAnd songs of my…

Into the othernessOf the other.Into the orange ofThe empty lips thatSmile at my emptiness.Into the warmth ofThe wombs numerousThat gave me a birthEach time I was born,To my mothers over here,On this Earth,On all those Earths,Where you stoodAll alone, with a promiseOf a meeting, passionateOf a parting, meaningfulOf a life, worth living ofOf a death,…

Emerging out ofMy soul desiresAnd urges to merge in you-I introspect my existence.Long since you left meOn a lonely path of chaos andValleys of painful passionsEngulfing my crying soul.You had been there,Only your shadows had disappeared.Universe was singing melancholic.Far in the endOf horizons we shareReverberates your sweet voices.Even in the deepest of oceans orVastness of…

ତଥାପି ମୁଁ ବିବ୍ରତ, ଉଦ୍ବିଘ୍ନ-କାଳେ ଧନୁ ଟେକିପାରିବିନି।ତମେ ଆଜି ମାଛି ଅନ୍ଧାର ରୁବିଛଣା ରୁ ଉଠାଇ ଦେଇଛ,କାନ ପାଖେ ଓଠ ଥାପିଦେଇଶୁଭେଚ୍ଛା ର ବାରତା ଦେଇଛ ।ତମ ଉଷ୍ମ ନରମ ପରଶ,ଆଜି ମୋର ଆଣିଛି ସକାଳ ।ତମ ଯାଦୁ ଆଙ୍ଗୁଳି ର ଛୁଆଁଏବେ ମୋତେ କରିବ ସଫଳ।।

The buds of aspirations in me.

So many masters a day.My employer fromThe distant cityWho visits the School-On weekend days,On the day –I often promiseMy dearest wife at homeTo be at herBeck and callTo father my child over thereWaiting all week alongTo listen a songFrom his papaworking elsewhere.I have to please this manTo upkeep my jobAnd income round the yearsecured and…