With a jest for being in and around you
In the stretch of the sky and waves of the sea
In the forests of my passion and deserts of my longings
To accommodate whole of me in you and you in me
Is blue in hue for me.
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କେମିତି ବୁଝେଇବି ଯେ
ନିଜ ହାତେ,ମୋ ହାତେ ଥାପିଲଏ ଜନ୍ମ ର ଶ୍ରେଷ୍ଠ ଉପହାର,ମୋ ପାଇଁ ତମ ମନରେଅଙ୍କୁରିତ ପ୍ରଣୟ ରଗୋଲାପୀ ସନ୍ତକ-ସମର୍ପିଲ ଚିଠି ରେ ତୁମର?
A crystal of glass breaks
when death plucks a divine-flower
Memories that I treasured for you,
Endless grief buried deepShapes of dreams got a flipAsked for an autumn, but got a Loo.
Apes are Parents
Their kids mistake the imitation.
ଯେଉଁ ଭୟ ଗ୍ରାସି ଥାଏ
ଯେଉଁ କୋହ ରୁଦ୍ଧ କରେନିଃଶ୍ୱାସ କୁ ମୋରଯେଉଁ ଲୁହ ନିଆଁ ଜାଳେଛାତି ର ଜୁଇ ରେ-ଆଜି ସେଇ ଭୟ, କୋହ, ଲୁହଘେରି ଥିଲା ମୋତେ ଏକା ବେଳେ ।ତମ କୁ ମୁଁ ଯେଉଁ ରୂପେଦେଖେ ବୋଲି ଭାରି ଖୁସୀ ଥାଏଭିତର ର ଅନ୍ତର୍ଦାହ ମୋର –ଧୀରେ ଧୀରେ ଶୀତଳେଇଯାଏଆଜି ମୋର ପହିଲି ଦେଖା ରେପାଇଲି ନି ସେ ରୂପ ର ସ୍ପର୍ଶମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତକେ ହଜିଗଲାଜୀବନ ର ସବୁତକ ଅନ୍ତରଂଗ ହର୍ଷ ।।
ସକାଳର ପହିଲି କିରଣ
କିଏ ଅବା ମୋ’ର କାନେ କାନେ‘ତମେ ଆଜି ଯାଉଛ’ କହିଲା।ମୋ ଭିତର ସ୍ପନ୍ଦନ ର ବେଗବଢିଗଲା କେଡ଼େ ଅଚାନକ!ଦୂରତା ର ନଈ ର ଶେଯରେଆସିଗଲା ଜୁଆର ଅସଂଖ୍ୟ ।।ଦୂର ସେଇ ଆକାଶ ର ପିଠିଧୂଆଁଳିଆ ଚାଦରେ ଢାଙ୍କିଲା,ତୁମ ସ୍ମୃତି ଅଚାନକ ମୋ’ରଅନ୍ତରରେ ଜକ ଜକ କଲା ।।ଇଚ୍ଛା ହେଲା ଏଇ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ ରେଉଡି ଉଡି ତୁମ ପାଶେ ଯିବି,ତୁମ ନୀଳ ଉତ୍ତରୀ ଫାଙ୍କରୁତମ ସାଥେ ଆଖି ମିଶାଇବି ।।
Is orange in colour
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Life’s ways are diverse
And pains of separationhave ever been a toyon the sands of timewriting and wiping a way.In search of anonymitysince I was a boy,Lost in the crowds of lonelystars in the milky wayShores of Oceans betweenYou, me and the smiles coy.Wings get tiredat the end of each day,Paths are never tiedTo the destinies we try,Hopes make…
ତୋତେ ଚାହିଁ ଚାହିଁ
ଶୁଖିଯାଏ କା ଆଖି ରସବୁଯାକ ପାଣି..।ତୋତେ ପାଇ ପାଇଚେରାପୁଞ୍ଜିଉବୁ ଟୁବୁ ହୁଏକେତେ ଓଠ-ହସ ଲିଭିଯାଏଚଚ୍ଚଗ୍ରାମ ସୀମାନ୍ତ ରେ,ବଙ୍ଗଳା ଭୂଇଁ ରେ ।।ତୋ ଆସିବା,କାହା ହାତେ-ଗୁଞ୍ଜିଦିଏ ପ୍ରଣୟ ଚିଟାଉ,ସୁଦୂରିକା ପ୍ରିୟା ର ବିରହୀ-କୋହ ମୋହ କଣ୍ଠାଶ୍ଳେଷ ପାଇଁରାମ ଗିରି-ଯକ୍ଷ ଆବେଗ ରେପକ୍ଷ ଲାଗିଯାଏ ।।
Love is like the eternal fuel`
with a flame bluer than the sky of lust.
Under whose shades
My dreamy eveningsTurned into autumnal landscapes?The Tom in me stoppedRunning after the butterflies andEntered the land of ErosWith Jerry’s hand in hand?The golden figureOf maiden youthWas now surrounded with moonsEnchanting and adorable,Erotic and obsolete,Charming yet fragile,Hiding the next momentBehind the cloudsFor causes unknown.Why did my heartMade a startTo shimmer beyondInto snowy coolnessWith a single touchOf…
ପାଶେ ଥିଲେ
ଆମେ ଦୁହେଁ ଅଜଣା, ଅଚିହ୍ନା-ଦୁଇ ଦେହ,ଦୁଇ ମନ,ବାସ୍ନାୟିତ ଆତ୍ମା ର ଅଗଣା ।
It was
between the Earthand her loverthe king of the seasons-Spring, adorn witha marigold smileon his lips andan orange lustin the eyes.The Earth has herrobes of rosesembroidered withsweet fragrances,her bed ladenwith bunches ofmanyhued flowersthat reflect herdeep love for Him.
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Is White in colour.
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ଶିରି ଶିରି ଝାଉଁ ବଣେ
କେଉଁ ଦୂର ପରଦେଶୀ,ଅଧ ରାତି ପରେ,ଏ ବେଳାରେ-ଏତେ ଦିନେ ଘରକୁ ଲେଉଟେ-ପ୍ରିୟା ଆଖି ଲୁହ ର ଦରଜାଫିଟିଯାଏ ଏତେ କାଳ ପରେ,ତା ହାତ ର ଯାଦୁ ପରଶ ରେ ।।ଶରତ ର ରାତି ଭିଜିଯାଏଜୋଛନା ର ନୀଳ ପରାଗ ରେ,ମିଳନ ର ବାସ୍ନା ରେ ବାସ୍ନା ରେ ।।
The song of the skylark
tonight, as the moonappeared at the zenithwith its silver smilereflected brighton the lipsof the lily below.Songs of heartare always sweetwhen a hearthas a blue woundunder the shadeof some sweet pastwhile the soul was oftenhaunted by a soulsupposed to bethe mate,but was separatedby cruel fate.
Tell me!
the name of that river,the riverthat has nevertouched the Oceanof her dreams,the riverthat has neverurged to flowdown the lanesof her curves of youth,the riverthat has neverfelt ever a surgewithin her swelling breaststo wet its banks,the riverthat has neverflooded ever beyondthe walls of dreams and desires,the riverthat has neverbeen bornout of a lone land,or adry mountain!
Beauty lies in the skill,
mere words seldom make it.
ଖୋଲା ଖୋଲି
କେତେ ବାଧା,ପ୍ରତିବନ୍ଧ ଥିଲାସବୁ ସର୍ତ୍ତମଞ୍ଜୁରୀ ନେବାରଆଜି ସତେଶୁଭ ଦିନ ଥିଲା…
War is a blurring scratch
Moving ahead with a high pace.
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road and bed, dreams and realms
Is red in colour.
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That day,
You left meAt the cross roadsOf that lifeAnd never triedTo look backFor a pretty long time.You left me alone,Alone to cry my tearsTill the last dropOf my tears left,Till it ruinedThe last crystal throneOf my dream empire.
Laughter is the brightest lightning
Congesting the lips of life.
And words are born,
in the nuptial nightsof lusty beds unoccupied.The birth of the words isthe awakening ofa bud of desire in slumberbeneath the cave of mysteryat that hour before the dawn.
I was born
Followed byA very slowcoolingIn those igneous moments.I was born largeA large body,A larger mass,But a little mindAnd a much narrower heartAlbeit little did I knowOf conflicts, collisionsandAbout wars, confrontationsNor ofcollaborations.Millennia of moments passed…There was the Sun in the dayHeating me up,There was the Moon at nightCooling me down.Then there was the downpourHeavily wetting me with,And…
ସଂଗୀତ ମୁଖର
ନିରସ, ନିଥର ମନ ।ଜୁଆରିଆ ନଈମୋର ଏ ହୃଦୟହେଲା ଶୁଖି ଜଳହୀନ ।।ପୁନେଇଁ ରାତି ରନୀଳ ଜୋଛନା ରେଏବେ ବି ତୁମରି ହସ-ଖାଲି ଖାଲି ଏଇମନ ପାନ୍ଥଶାଳାକାନ୍ଥ ରେ ନିରାଶା-ବିଷ ।।
You are my teacher
Making my path safe, secured, soft and smooth.
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with the cosmic muse of love
Is yellow in colour
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For there is no law
for a common manto ask forthe most common things:right to ask,right to work,right to feel safe,right to feel chaste,right to tread on-a righteous path,in the right direction,and finallya right to know –why for some rightsare limited,and some othersSky is the limit?
Shattered in the cold, mild –
To hold my hands close,To hug me like a red rose-With passion for the heart to build.
To err is human,
To force is human,to prevail is divine.To stick to is human,to detach is divine.To flee is human,to fly is divine.To relate to is human,to assume is divine.To twist is human,to restore is divine.To break is human,to make is divine.To detest is human,to love is divine.To think is human,to reflect is divine.To feel is human,to fill…
A poet is but
Who creates –Worlds new and aliveWithout borders,States alien and neighbouringWithout wars,Roads long and differentWithout traffic,Bodies Beautiful and HandsomeWithout EthnicityMinds witty and cuteWithout fatality.
ତୁମ ଆଖି, ଓଠ,
ଗୋଲାପୀ ଚିଵୁକ ଧାରେ-କେବେ ଭରିଥିଲଇନ୍ଦ୍ରଧନୁ ରରଙ୍ଗ ସେ ଆଇନା ରେ ।।ସବୁତକ ସ୍ୱପ୍ନମୋ ଛାତି ତଳରଯେଉଁ ଠାରେ ଲାଖି ଥିଲା-ଆଜି ସେ କବରୀସମୟ ଝଡ଼ ରଆଘାତ ରେ ଖୋଲା ଖୋଲା ।।
ଆଜିର ବିଦାୟ ବେଳା
ମୋ ଭିତର କୋଣ ଅନୁକୋଣେଭରିଥିଲା ତୁମ ଓଠ ହସ!ଜୀବନରଅନ୍ତିମ ଲଗନ ତକଏ ହସ ର ଅସରନ୍ତି ଝରମୋ ଆତ୍ମାକୁ ଶୀତଳାଉ ଥାଉଭିଜୁଥାଉଅବଶିଷ୍ଟ ପରମାୟୁ ମୋର ।।ତମ ହସ ନିଷ୍ପାପ ତରଙ୍ଗେସାତରଙ୍ଗୀ ଇନ୍ଦ୍ରଧନୁ ସମ –ଆଙ୍କି ଦେଲ ମୋର ଅଙ୍ଗେ ଅଙ୍ଗେଭରି ଉଷ୍ମ ପରଶ ନରମ ।।ସାରା ଦିନ ପୁଞ୍ଜିଭୂତ ଗ୍ଲାନିଯେତେ ଥିଲା ମାନ ଅଭିମାନତମ ଚୋରା ଚାହାଣୀ ନିଆଁରେପଲକରେ ହୋଇଲା ଉଭାନ ।।
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Is green in colour
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Words of course are important
Words are Gods.Words are Lords.Words are Food, shelter, Clothing,Words are everything for some.But words to meare to convey ideaslike baits for fisheslike snares for the hare,if the hare is caught,what is the snare of use?if ideas are graspedwhy bother for words? ?
Fishing is never an art-
Just to trick an inferior.
I know
erotic feelinglies hiddenbehind the curtainsof lust on bed.And may beit would bethe secretbehind yourso many attemptsto commita suicidal actalmost every quarterof the yearsof your conjugal life.
Beauty lies in the skill,
mere words seldom make it.
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 ।।
ଆସ ଏବେ ମୋ ଜୀବନେ
ଦେହେ ମନେ ପ୍ରାଣେ ।ଆମ ଦୁଇ ମନ ଏବେଏକ ମନ ହେଉ,ସପନର ଓଦା ଭୂଇଁନେଉ ଏକ ରଙ୍ଗ,ସବୁ କିଛି, ଜୀବନ ରସାତ ରଙ୍ଗ ସୁରେ-ଦାଗ ଯେତେ, ଦୁଃଖ ଯାତନା ରବେପଥୁ ର ନୀଳିମା ରେଯାଇ ଲିଭି ଲିଭି,ଫଳେ, ଫୁଲେ, ଭରିଯାଉଦୁନିଆ ଆମର,ପ୍ରଣୟ ର ନୀଳ ଯଜ୍ଞ ବେଦୀ,ସାତ ରଙ୍ଗୀ ପତାକା ରଆଖି ଆକାଶ ରେଭାସୁଥାଉ ସୁଖ ନୀଳ ମେଘ ।।