Love Means

Moons keep waxing and waning.

however rudeyou may become,I would neversuccumb to theevil nexusyou people haveagainst the oneswho dare to dreamamidst all obstaclesamidst all odds,To free this worldfrom lethargic slumber,on thorny beds of ageless Ego,from the lethal weaponsof mass destructionthat might one dayerase the memoriesand imprints ofthe great civilizationsfor all eternity.

ଏ ଝଳସା ବିଜୁଳି ଚମକେଦିଶିଯାଏ ତୁମ ଝାପ୍ସା ରୂପପରିଣତ ଏ ବୟସେଦୁଷ୍ଚାମୀ ରେ ମନ ଭରିଯାଏ,କଞ୍ଚା ସେଇ ବୟସ ର ଲୁହଆଖି କୋଣେକରେ ଜକଜକ-ଖାଲି ଯାହା ନ ଥାଏ ସେଉତ୍ତେଜକ, ବୟସ ର ତାତି ।ଏ ବେଳା ରେବାଜୁଥାଏବିରହ ର ସାହାନାଇଲହୁ ଲୁହେଭିଜି ସାରା ରାତି ।।

ଶୀତ ସକାଳ ରନରମ ଚାହାଣୀ ଖରା,ଉଦାସ ମନ ରଉଦାସ ଅକ୍ଷରେଲେଖୁଥାଏ ନିତିଲୁହ ର କବିତା ପରା ।।

ମାଲିକ ଆଗରେ କୁକୁର ର ଗୁଣ,ପକେଟେ ଘୁଟୁକା, ମାଗିଥାଏ ପାନ-ବୁଲେ ପର ପେଟ୍ରୋଲ ରେ!ଆରଟି ତାହାର ତକ୍ଷକ ର ମୁହଁ,ସାଧୁ, ଜ୍ଞାନୀ, ଗୁଣୀ ମୁଖେ ଭରେ ଲୁହ,କଅଁଳ ମନ ର ସବୁଜ ଭୂଇଁ କୁ –ଜାଳେ, ଭରେ ହାହାକାରେ! !

The destiny may just singLike the tip of an arrow thrownto the far end of dead lawn.

for the peacock in love.

Never to erode nor to fade.

Kept Him ever readyon the bed of slumber, steadyfor merchants of dreams to adore.Years after years did passbudgets after budgets, framed and namedto whisper the song of wealthto prosper the wheel of healthfor a few though, He set a new trend.The trend of speaking lesson behalf of our king’s facecharioteered the wheel of timemade all…

away to the other worldbefore this worldlost its interest in you.You would never knowThe billions of fans-young and oldwho shaped their dream worldsin the frame that you werefor one and allwho had misseda beat or twowhile you dancedor showed up onscreen.

Going down hillis easy.

ଚୁମ୍ବନ ରେ ଭରା ତାତି,ସଖୀ କାନେ କାନେଚୁପି ଚୁପି ଗାଏମଳୟ ର ମିଠା ଗୀତି ।।

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…

order of the worldIs how to achieveA number, larger thanthe largest ever achieved bysomeone in the neighbourhood.

In the face of an estranged mirror.

Soothing and quenchingEternal thirst of waiting.Gratifying.

Happy that I love you.

Not so easy as making a cup of teaNor so difficult as breaking a fenceTo set a prisoner free.But it is as good as breaking a wayInto the most mysterious caveIn the land of Semi-dark shadowsCast upon the suffocating heartsBy Souls divine and BrightBy minds sharp and wiseBy fingers long and sensitiveBy lips wet, soft…

Of the Rainy nightI store your foot printsOn my heart.Like a grasshopperOf the green meadowsFrom horizon to horizonI dance to your tunes,And the lyrics unsung.

Shards of time and space.

So charmed was I-But some howDeep within meI have lost a threadI was unhappyThat she returnedTo be cagedOnce again anewEven if it, the cagebelonged to me.

Nothing left to rest upon.

That bear your essenceLike ever before,While you were here,There and everywhere.

ଛାଡି ମୋତେ ଦୂରେ ।ଏବେ ଖାଲି ଏତିକି ମୋ ଇଚ୍ଛାସଖୀ ମୋର, ଯେଉଁଠି ବି ରୁହ ପଛେଥାଅ ମୋ ସଂସାରେ ।।ଖୁସୀ ଖୁସୀ ରହିଥାଅ ତମେକହିଦିଅ, କେଉଁ ଦିନ କି ଇଚ୍ଛା ତୁମରପ୍ରାଣ ଦେଇ କରିବି ପୂରଣ ।ଚାଲିବି ମୁଁ ତୁମ ଇଚ୍ଛା ଧାରେ,ଆଜୀବନ, ବାକିତକ ଏଇ ପରମାୟୁତୁମ ପାଇଁ କରି ସମର୍ପଣ ।।

Nor a widow ofa powerful Gandhi,I am more like a Monarch SlavePhysically and psychologically-abused over and over again.May be I am poor,I am down trodden,I am a piece of nothingin your eye.But please…Please believe meThat although I am a girl,A poor maiden of courseI have a heartRich with emotions,I have a mindFull of dreams,I have…

tears for the lost shed.

The Earth is never bored.

upon the lonely lawns of thorns.But ever, I havelost you oftenon the path where lust for life shines.This is a translation of the poemତୁମେ (Tume….)bySubhas Chandra Chakra

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

Take a bathIn its vast blueHeart-throbbing.

All scripts-Bright, beautiful and shinyOff the shores ofOur hearts, where-There livedA pair of revealing eyes,A pair ofWarming lips,A pair ofBeating heartsA couple ofSinging skylarksAll through theSurges and tides,Suns and Moons,Autumns and winters.Aftermath ofA long war fought,The widow’s cryFills the eardrumsOf moonlit night,The black veils ofUnlived momentsInvite me,To the nuptial bedOf death and separation.Still the MoonShines,At…

When my tiny footsteps tumbled.

ଏତେ ପାଖେ ଥିଲା ମୋ ଆସନଘେରିଥିଲା ନୀରବତା ବାଡ!ତୁମ ସହ କଥା ହେବି ବୋଲିକେତେ ଦିନୁଁ ଦେଖୁଚି ସପନ,ଅଥଚ ମୁଁ ତମ ପାଶେ ପାଶେଥାଇ, ଆଜି ରହିଲି ମଉନ!ମୁଁ ଜାଣିଚି ତମେ ମୋର କଥାବିନା ଶବ୍ଦେ ବୁଝି ନେଇପାର,ତଥାପି ମୋ ମନ ତଳେ ବ୍ୟଥା-ବ୍ୟାକୁଳତା କଥା କହିବା ର! !

In the golden sunshineOf the afternoon.YouRaised your handSlender, wet with rainsOf our nostalgic youth.SoftlyThe flight of birdsResounded the orange chantsOf the once green temple of lust.YouThrew a slender smileMelancholy over the bowOf your hazel green eyes.

Something,Somewhere,Anytime,Was but like the first vomitsThat often follow pregnancy.Yes..May be I wasImpregnated.And I can never escapeThe birth of a babyOff me, my womb,Whether I allow it to growInto a full grownand mature oneOr deprive it,Just try to miscarry-I have to deliver itwith a pain,The pain of deliveringMy first poem.

I see themcry for,shout for,crave for,exceptfor their humanity.My head bowsdown,My heart sinksdeep.

To make it true or easy.

On my islet of lonely momentsWhere there had been-Rains of half-swallowedBones of good timeAnd flesh of evil desiresOn the stale shy platesOf insatiable hunger,And there lies an old mansionWhere dwell the strangeAnd deadly ghosts of my killersNever recognized and who deviseNewer tricks each day.

A signature is just enough.

ଏକାକୀ ପକ୍ଷୀଟିଏ ପରିଯୁଝିବା ବେଳେତମେ ତମ ହାତ ଦିଅ ।ମୋ ଆଡକୁ ପ୍ରସାରିତତୁମ ଛୁଆଁ ର ଫଗୁଣଆଉ ଅଛୁଆଁ ଶରତ ରନୀଳ ନୀଳ ମେଘ ।ମୋ ଆଷାଢ କଳା ଆକାଶ ରେତୁମ ଆଖି ସବୁଜ ବିଜୁଳିତୁମ ସ୍ୱର କ୍ଷୀଣ ରାଗ ଧ୍ୱନିଦୂରୁ ଭାସି ଆସେ-ଭିଜାଇ ମୋ ଅନ୍ତ8କରଣ କୁଶରତ ର ଆଲୋକ ରନୀଳ ନୀଳ ସକାଳ ରସୀମାହୀନ ସମୁଦ୍ର ବେଳା ରେ ।।

ମନେ ମନେ ଚରି ଯିବଅଲିଭା କାମନା ।ତମ ଓଠ ତମ କେଶରୂପ ର ଲାବଣ୍ୟ,ଛାଇ ଯିବ ମୋ ଆକାଶ,ସମୟ-ଅରଣ୍ୟ ।।

Of our being,From the gripsOf our existence!But these dimensions follow,Run after it, heavy and slow-To upkeep the lagBehind the cosmic flow,And the eternal passage ofTime and space! !

ବଢାଇ ଛାତି ରେ ତାତି,ଓଠ ରେ ଓଠ ରେହରୁଥିଲ ବ୍ୟଥାଭରି ମିଠା ମିଠା ଗୀତି,ବାହୁ ର ଡୋର ରେହଜିବା ରେ ଥିଲାଅନ୍ତରଂଗ ଦୁର୍ବଳତା-ଏ ଟିକି ଦୂରତାକାଳ ହେଲା ସତେପାନ୍ଥଶାଳା ହେଲା ଚିତା?

We are judged by friends.

die to see him lie,Lie beside or roamwith her, right frommorn to eveningShe was the shadowof the Dog of her life!Time rolled the diceHer began to flourish,Tide changed its course,She felt no guilt no remorse.Tied the knot, nuptial with himWho promised her each of her dream,a chicken at noon, mutton at night,a Queen’s life with…

Great in spiritual aspects.Great in History,Great in history of mankind.It’s no more importantWho gave it a start,The colour of his beardWhite or black or brown,The age he bears,Older or young,The party that he belongsThe flag that he possesses.It’s an initiativeTo communicateOneself with the self,Or as says PM Modi,A zero budgetHealth Insurance Scheme.What really important isTo…

Impoverished by selfish laws of the land.

Eyes stick to lustrous shadow.

like a goodbye letter,recalling all greatand sorrowful eventsthat slipped betweenthe thin silver liningon the dark and blackcloudsof separationthat engulfed uswith its tough and sharp,bare and cold hands.And just becauseI couldn’tmake myselfto tell you goodbye,I leave my wordsto console you..’:Because, as and whenyou would be lonely,and you may missthose bygone daysthat you spent with me,you will…

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

Beautiful coloursJust for you.The fairies from the heavenDrop their tears of joyIn the hues of the rainbowJust for you.The mermaidsFrom the five oceansBlow their waves of blue wishesJust for you.

ଖାଲି ଖାଲି, ଏକାକିପଣ ର ।।ପ୍ରଣୟ ର ଅଲୋଡା ଘାଟ ରେଅନ୍ତିମ ସାକ୍ଷାତ ମୋରଅର୍ଦ୍ଧସ୍ନ।ତା ଵିରହୀ ଆତ୍ମା ର ।।

Warm embraces of mum awaits.

ଜ୍ବାଳା ଭରି ଦେଇ?ମୋ ଭିତରରୁଦ୍ଧ କୋଠରୀରେଏବେ ଖାଲି ତୁମ ଛବି ଭର୍ତ୍ତିଏ କଥା ତ ତମେ ଜାଣଖୁବ୍ ଭଲ କରି!ତଥାପି କାହିଁକି ଭଲାମୋ ଛାତିକୁ ଜଳାଇବାତୁମ ପାଇଁ ଗୋଟେମଉଜିଆ ଖେଳ ପାଲଟିଛି,ଯେତିକି ଭାବୁଛି ଏବେତୁମେ ମୋର ମୋର –ସେତିକି ସେତିକି ତମେଆଜିକାଲି ଯାଉଚ ଦୂରେଇ!ମୋ ଆଖିଠୁରହୁଛ ଛଡେଇ ହୋଇ! !ତମରି ଇଲାକା ବୋଲିଚିତ୍ର ଟିଏ ଉଠାଇବାଖୁସିରେ ଖୁସିରେ –ସତେ କ’ଣମୋ କପାଳେ ନାହିଁ? ?

Over the decadesOver the livesFlying or elseTrying to fleeAhead,above, beyondThe trunks,The pathsThe wombsThat I have everTreaded uponIn this planet.

ଯେଉଁ ବାହୁ ଡୋର, ପରଶ ଓଠ ରତୁମରି ଜୀବନ ଥିଲା-ଯେଉଁ ଛାତି ତଳ ତାତି, କଥା, ବ୍ୟଥାତୁମରି ନି8ଶ୍ୱାସ ଥିଲା-ଆଜି ସେଇ ମନ, ଦେହ ର ଦେଉଳରିକ୍ତ, ତିକ୍ତ ପାନ୍ଥଶାଳା ।।

Setting a fire is easy.

Veins of moon quench thirst.

I did not knowtill I was a manin the eyes ofa beautiful girl.Till that daythere were seasonssix in number,There were ample emptinessand a sense ofvoid blankness all aroundmy heart’s chamber.I never knewthere would beso much joy,so much bliss,so much content,so much fulfillmentin being possessed,in being adored,in being cared orbeing cherished-at least untilthis day,the day I…

ଏତେ ପାଶେମୋତେ ରଖିବା କୁ ଚାହୁଁନାହଁ,ଭଲ ଲାଗିଥାନ୍ତାମୋତେ ଯଦିସିଧା ସିଧା,କହିଥାନ୍ତ, ଆଉ ଆସ ନାହିଁ ।ତମେ କଣଜାଣିନ ମୋ କଥାମୁଁ କେମିତିଖୁସୀ ହୁଏ ତୁମକୁ ଦେଖିଲେ?ତମ ଠୁ ଦୂର କୁଛାଡି କେବେଯିବା ପାଇଁମନ ମୋ ନଥାଏ କେବେ ହେଲେ ।ଆଉ କେବେଦୂରେଇ ଯିବନିକଥା ଦିଅ,ମୁହଁ ଦେଖାଇବଯେବେ ନେବି ମୁଁ ମେଲାଣି ।।କାଲି ପୁଣିଦେଖା ହେବା ଯାଏତୁମ ମୁଁହଦିଶୁଥିବ,ନାଚୁଥିବ ତୁମରି ଚାହାଣୀ ।।

Now a mere handy, book.

Clouds belong to the sky.

Is it becauseI know notHow to cheatBut to believeAnd be cheated easily?Is it becauseI know notHow to lootBut to serveAnd be exploited daily?Is it becauseI know notHow to fakeBut to makeAnd be sold cheaply?

With the counterpart.Half of my father’s bloodAnd half my mother’s tearsMake it all.To youI’m Professor SnapeA strict, rude oneBut who else-Other than my LilyKnows thatI am half a girlAnd half a man!I knowI am sorryThat I always worryAnd trouble Harry-For all his innovative mistakesWith Weasley and GrangerPuts alwaysHis life in danger,But as I lovedLily, his…

For rising Suns-of-hopeAnd Moons of dreams.Manifesting.

the timeless surfacefrozen with the fluidof nothingness-The waves of singular desireemanating out of nowhere,The pulsating horizonturned orange,the womb of eternitystarted contracting intoa sphere of promising future,And a baby of the first Sparkof existence was born.It was the hourWhen there was a moment-a thin line separatingthe shape and formsfrom the created,the events and phenomenafrom their happening.It…