I was the lonely moon
With my kins, alone in the crowd
hoofs on sands of memories that fade.
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My Journey from her womb
Such is a human life
Still you did not halt,
Of the hall of ruins.The anger and evilIn your looks wereSpread overVast acres of dark legendsUnder the hectic skiesRaining jungles of sad bubblesAnd lakes of saline hopesAnd sweet despair.
ତମ ଠାରେ
ଅଛି ସେ ମୋହର,ଏମିତି ଲାଗୁଛି ଏବେ ସବୁବେଳେ,ତମ ଠାରୁ ନାହିଁ ମୋରଲୁଚାଇବା ପାଇଁଏବେ ଆଉ କିଛି କେତେବେଳେ ।।ଦୁନିଆ ଆଖିରେ ତମେଆଉ ଜଣେ ସିନା-ମୋ ଆଖି ରେତମେ ନୁହଁ ପର,ତମକୁ ଦେଖିଲା ମାତ୍ରେଲାଗୁଛି ଏମିତିସତେ ଅବାତମେ ସତେଗୋଟାପୁଣି ମୋର-ତୁମ ପରେ ରହିଚି ମୋ ଅବାଜନ୍ମ ଜନ୍ମ ଐକାନ୍ତିକ,ନୀଳ ଅଧିକାର ।।
Love makes you fly high
Lighter you are, higher you fly.
The seasons have an order-
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…
After you left
So lonely, So silent!The thin air aroundCaught fire, became violent.Clouds of hopelessnessBlackened the sky of my heartThe saline tides of separationFlooded the green lawn ofAll my sweet dreams.