In that deadly moment,

buds burnt for garnering warmth.

To mother a babymakes you forget all-all those moments,those painful moments-of tearing yourself apart,to pave the wayfor the newborn,a part and parcelof your being.Those pains of bleedingAlmost halfyour fluids of life,become negligible, althoughthe after effectsmay be unbearable.But who can stopa mother fromthis innate urge to deliverthe replica of her own,the most delicate image,the mirror image…

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 ।।

Drops of love turn honey.

than a man,He had wishessimple and easy to fillthat I can.He talked politeand smiled delicate,his words weresoft, Measuredand flawlessly accurate,Heavenly divinewas his grace,warm and cosywere his brace.Little did I findin him, a faultRarest of rare,My king was great.

Large, Broad, wide, vast,Diverse, smooth and sublime.Like every lifeYou also need a spaceBoundless,like the vast expansesOf the boundless skyover the desertIn the moonlit night.In my heart,A desert without youThere is butVastness of sand,loftiness of cloud,Pervasiveness of wind,Boundless earth,Wideness of vision andFickleness of mist.The house you needTo accommodate you,Whole of your desires, andAll of your pains…

Over million agesCan’t turn into lyrics…Unsolved mysteries,dreams of myriad nightsMetamorphose into dreamsnever get cherished.Turn in stead to relics.This is a translation of the poemସଖୀ-03 (Sakhi_03) /Odia PoembySubhas Chandra Chakra

For either one’s faultseveral times we fled.To cry the tearsof our lonely hearts,To heal the woundsof tits for tats.Time has taught uslessons of reunionsand has sung to usmyriad lore of wings.To fly high above the skywe need have to be light,The loads of heart must dienascent or bygone, it might.Wings are thereto fly, not flee..For…

Suspicion blurs the inner eye.

paints colours on my dreams.

ଲାଗୁଥିଲା ସତେ ଅବାଦେହ ମୋର ଅଛି ଏଠିତୁମକୁ ଛୁଉଁଛି!ମନ କେଉଁ ଅଜଣା ଥାନରେତୁମକୁ ଖୋଜୁଛି –ପ୍ରାଣ ଥିବା ଦେହ ଇଲାକା ରେନିଷ୍ପ୍ରାଣ, ଦୂର ରେ ଥିବାପାହାଡ଼ କୋଳରେ! !

The blue moon turns red.