blooms up, full grown into
a flower of achievement.
It tastes so sweet
when the fruit of achievement
ripens up, it’s seeds to
carry the legacy ahead.
It sounds so melodic
when the song of the heart
is heard by the person
it was meant for.
It makes you feel so great
when greatest of the poets
whisper to your ears, with
sweetest of their words
that you are a poet.
A day becomes most auspicious
like one for me on this day,
when my site Poem Hunter announces me
her member poet of the Day.
with a flame bluer than the sky of lust.
rove miles and milesof roads of deserted pain.The sunshine sneaksthrough the veils ofdark walking cloudsacross the banks ofthe last autumn sky.At this momentof elegance and ecstasyWords are born.
It is an art of listening togetherThe sweetest cry of a baby,The habit of lovingThe toothless tender suckingChanging gradually into a byte.The weathering of bachelorhoodInto a selfless season of wear and tearThe spontaneous jump of two lust bathed soulsInto a red hot pyre of dedicated churnFor the elixir of parenthood.
ମନ ମିତ, ସବୁ କିଛି ଆଣିଦେଉଥିଲା, ସେଇ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ ରେ ।ମୋ ଅନ୍ତର ମିତ ମୋତେ ଦେଲାଜୀବନ ର ନୀଳ ଅନୁଭୂତି,ମୋ ଦେହ ର ସାରା ମାନଚିତ୍ରେ –ଦେଉଥିଲା ବୋକ-ଭରା-ତାତି ।।
ଅୟୁତ ପ୍ରତୀକ୍ଷା ଆଉଭଙ୍ଗୁର ସପନେ,ନୀଳ ନୀଳ ଲୁହ ବିନ୍ଦୁଦୂର ଅତୀତ ର,ଝଲସନ୍ତି, ଚୁପ ଚାପଦୂର ତାଳ ବଣେ ।।କାମନା ର ବିଫଳ ଲହରୀମଥା ପିଟେ ଯଉବନ-ଶୀଥିଳ ବୁକୁ ରେ ।।ହସୁଥାଏ କିରି କିରି,ବିଧବା ର ଲଲାଟ ରେମଲା ଜହ୍ନ,ସମୟ ର –ନଈ ସେପାରି ରେ ।।
My lonely island heart nailsthe harbinger who shone, as moon stallsthe far western sky, when night falls.
