Love means

Of blackish waterOf the ocean ofYour eyes,I wishedThere must beA cabin of pearl.Hiding within itThe secret scarlet life ofThe dream princess,With green wingsand blue eyes,and a cold night of winterclad with a grey foggy horizon,a wonderful beetlecoveredwith a skinwith the colour of thedarkest night of the year.This is a translation of the poemଖୋଜିବା ର ସେଇ…

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?

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.

By someone supposed to protect it!

କାହିଁକି ଯେ ଆଜିକାଲିସହି ହେଉ ନାହିଁ।ଆଗରୁ ତତୁମକୁ ଭେଟିବା ପାଇଁକେତେ କେତେ ବାରଚାହୁଁଥିଲା ବେଳେ ମଧ୍ୟଫେରିବା କୁ ପଡୁଥିଲାତମ ଘର ଦିଶୁଥିବା-ଛକ ରାସ୍ତା, ଦୋକାନ ପାଖରୁ ।।ତମକୁ ଭେଟିବା ଆଗୁଖାଲି ମନ,ଖାଲି ଛାତି,ଭଙ୍ଗା ଭଙ୍ଗା ଅନ୍ତର ରେକେତେ ବାର ଏମିତିକାବିତିଥିଲାସଞ୍ଜ ଓ ସକାଳ-ତୁମେ ମୋତେ ନିଜ ହାତେ ଲେଖାଚିଠି ଦେଇ, ରାଣ ଖୋଇଡକାଇବା ଯାଏତୁମ ତରଫ ରୁ ।।

Behind the dark veilsOf the passionate clouds,Below the bed of dry leavesFallen off the forest of youth,Between the twin bosomsOf the lonely motherhood,Before the Sun of desire risesAnd lust grips the kissing couples.

The words are the flesh,the lines are the bones,the stanzas are the limbs,the theme is its lungs,the emotions are the heart,the style is its breathing,the voice is the souland the body is the poet.Such is a Poem.

Going down hillis easy.

Make gardens therein stead.

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.

Nobody cares nor does stare.

a golden path-From soul to the heart,from heart to the head,from head to the nerves,from nerves to the blood,from blood to the tips,from tips to the nib,from nib to the paper andfinallyfrom paper to the reader’s soulin the roundabout way.Such is indeed a poem.

ତମେ ମୋତେ ସତେ ଅବାପୂରା ମିଳିଗଲ,ଆଉ ଥରେ ଏଇ ଜନମ ରେ ।ପୁଣି କେବେ ଏମିତି ଲାଗୁଛିଯେମିତିକା ଖୁବ୍ ଶୀଘ୍ରଏ ସାକ୍ଷାତ ପର୍ବ-ପର୍ଯ୍ୟାୟ ରସମାପ୍ତି ଆସିବ, ପୁଣିଚାଲି ଯିବା ଆମେ ଦୂରେ ଦୂରେ ।।ସତେ କଣ ଏମିତି ଘଟିବ?ଆମ ଦୁହିଙ୍କ ଦୁନିଆବାର ବାର ଏକ ହେବ,ଅଲଗା ବି ହେବ? ?

She is like the setting SunIn the afternoon..A few moments leftTo scatter awayThe remaining brightnessOf her womanhood..Into the valley of darkness,Into the Zone of nothingnessInto the arena whereDreams seldom kiss the eyesInto the arena whereRains of desireSeldom fills the heart,Into the arena whereRainbows of hopeSeldom crown the cloud.Except for the DeathEveryone hugs herLike hailstones from…

Blue of moon is forgotten.

mujhe dekh paateJan bhi paatemein hoon kya,mein hoon kaun,hoon ya nehin,kaash aap mujhesun paatedekh paatesamajh paateYe duniyaPata nehin kya se kya ho jataMere liyeAap ke liyeHumare liyeHum sab ke liye.Subhas Chandra Chakra04.12.2017

ମୋ ମନ କୁ କରୁଛି ଚଞ୍ଚଳଆଜି ସବୁ ପ୍ରିୟ ମୁହଁ ଥିଲାଚାରି ଆଡେ ହସ ଖୁସୀହେଲେ ମନ ଅଥୟ, ଉତ୍ତାଳ….ରାତି ପାହିବାକୁ ଅଛି ଡେରିତୁମ କଥା ମନେ ପଡିଭାଙ୍ଗି ଯାଏ ନିଦ ବାର ବାର-କବର କୁ ଯିବି ଯେତେବେଳେଯଦି ତମେ ମନେ ପଡକାଳ ନିଦ ଭାଙ୍ଗିବ କେ ମୋର?

Their Purses, a bit unwilling of course.

A Goddess Of holinessOutside a shrine,A thing of beautyWithout a loverA woman withoutWomanliness.

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! !

Lifted a bleeding childInto your armsFollowing a road accidentThat just killed its parents?Taken a wounded beggarOn the roadTo a nearby hospital? ?But I have…For I am a fatherAnd a friendA friend for all fraternity.

Who beautifies his lonelinessSitting all aloneIn the dark.SomeoneWho has stoppedTo compare withThe hills of status,The oceans of achievement,The deserts of pain,The Suns of ego,The Moons of pleasure,And even ifHas stoppedChasing his own shadow,The very epitome ofBeing followed by others.Such a being-A pure soul,An innocent heart,A creative mind,A light bodyReady to fly up highAnd sigh any…

To hold my hands close,To hug me like a red rose-With passion for the heart to build.

Keep it upWith all your heartContending.

I got her fleeOf the cage, andWhen I set her freeTo explore the bluesVast, open and enormousStretch of the sky,That lied ahead.She appeared to meA bird, free to chooseHer next skies,Hernewer nests,Her hovering morningsOver the green valleysHer tiresome eveningsOver oranged treesOf the distance forestBeyond the mountain.I was happyHappy to see her flutterTo the fullest of…

Moving on its Ethereal Time line

Few months agoIt was a challenge,Few weeks ago,It was a schedule,Few days ago,It was on agenda,Few hours ago,It was a sensation.Few moments ago,It was but a fearthat the old yearwould pass awayTo pave the way toA completely new year.

Eyes stick to lustrous shadow.

And force Gandhi’s kids on the other.

for the myriad questionsnever answeredby this man,now your husbandin the eyesof the society.A bond,a communion,a physical matingwithout lovedevoid of soft emotions,devoid of warm romancecan nevermake you happychill you,thrill you,fill you withbliss and ecstasy.May be,Your husband(Would never complain)would be evercontented,beyond his expectations.

about the home I have left behind,the one that was mine till date,I saw all of a sudden one dayIt made me alien, isolated.Written on the old walls of the houseDrawn by mewere the unsymmetrical alphabets,Flowers and fruits that I drew there,Rivers and Streams,peacocks, parrots, butterflies,and many moretigers, bears, elephants,like a baby’s writingsyou get there…

The Sun is fadingbelow the line of dusk,Our memories ofthe lost springs dissipate awayin the gleam ofthis darkening hour,the hourof our silent separation.The cold autumn breezehas stopped singinglong since the skylarkof our silent lovestarted rhymingthe song ofthe dead palm treenear the graveyardof my dreams lostin the desertof desperate effort tobring all the moonshinesof your youthful…

We were towns apartFor the remaining days.Seasons made it toughTo weep just for you,For I had to be a son,For my yelling mom too.I had to bring her a maid,A loving cook and a nurse,How could have I shedMy tears of youth years?There lies the collegeWhere our eyes watched,Behind lagged the phase,When the dream egg…

Stephen’s quest infinite conquers death.

At the far endYou renderedA new pencil of raysOn the bed ofMy sleeping heart,Right though the panesOf the windows thatFor the first timeUtteredWith a loving whisperAnd read your nameTo my soul’s earDeclaring thatYou have come,My princessShining, beautiful and strongWith bright eleganceCasting the beam of erotic charmAnd glowing hue of golden lifeOn every face of my…

The day of Holi arrives.

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

None to win, all to lose.

All dignity wilted by wind.

lusty looksthat gazedfar at the endof her horizonof endless questfor her lover’sshadows on herbed of dreamslong sincethe days ofthe cold winter.That momentbeganwith a rush ofurges in the veins,waves ofrecurring desiresurged again and again.She was in his armswarm with passionthere were imprintsall the way, of kisseson her petal cheekslip-locked with HisAnd she lovedto forget her,her own…

ଅନ୍ତର ବେଦନାଗୀତ ରେ ପାରେନା କହି ।ଅନେକ ରାତି ରଅବୁଝା ସପନସପନ ପାଲଟେ,ସକାଳ ପାରେନା ଛୁଇଁ ।।

With your silent whisperIn my earIn those days of youthBore fruit-It helped me shapeA man in my own image,In me.

The Songof silence reverberates.

To create borders anytime, anywhere.

He never fell in love.

A blue thirst of longingTo inhale your fragranceOff the air around me.It was a call that echoedDecades of painful momentsThat separated you from me,And in a moment or two,It filled me upwith the same intensityof you and your sweetness,your melodious appealthat repeled in those daysagonies and anguish off me.Your call still,keeps reverbating withthe same amplitude…

A spoon tastes the Rssgulla! !

The Sun of parenthood dawns.

Separating the momentOf dreams from realityTo find my own reflectionsTeasing me withA melancholic song.A gloomy euphonyHaunting my soulWhile my fallen angelReappears elsewhereIn a friend’sAutumnal landscape.

Democracy hides behind the Olive.

Snake through valley of my soul.

Building a bridge above it.

A woman’s possession or right-Along with a Man’s signatureOf a passionate lover’s kissing lipsNor a deadly bite of lusty teeth onBleeding virginity.

ଧୂଆଁଳିଆସମୟ ଚାଦର ତଳେକେହି ଅବାଧୀରେ ଛୁଇଁଯାଏ –ବାହାରେ ବରଷା ତାରଅବିରତ ରିମ୍ ଝିମ୍ ସୁରେମିଳନ ର ରାଗ ଗାଉଥାଏ ।।

The first Sunshine on dark-earth.

In the uncertain world of events.

Bound with chains so dear.

To a placeOn this planet of love.Where the seas neverBathed me nakedlike my mum in the bath tub.To a placeWhere the forests neverShaded my bare skinWith their towel of shade.To a placeWhere the buds neverLooked at my faceEnvy at their blooming heart.To a placeWhere the windsnever heard my namewith so sweet a tone.To a placewhere…

and full of happiness,with desires-blue and burning,deep and yearning,soft and singing,is gone,has fled far,farther, beyond our reach-that our wings can fly.The legacy of the pastburied under the dry leavesof lusty and dirty soils-It was butthe last autumn breezewhich tried to reopenthe file already closedin the court of dead dreams.So darling,never mind,never cry,never have a try…

They would die without doubt.

Love for the people.The people we meetOn the roadsOf the pastOr the present,Of the future –Near or far.Love for the people –Who lead usAmongst the storm,Who lend usTheir handsIn sharing, caringOr inspiringThe tenderness in us.Home,09.15 a.m.01 August 2014.

With you,Made me forgetThe burning of the ages past,The suffocations andThe searches for youIn the outskirts ofTime and Space,The painstakingMillions of momentsOf separation.Those few momentsAnd those wordsflooded me with a blue fire,Brought high waves of thirst-For the nectar of your touch.Awakened within meAn unstoppable urge,And triggeredA lust for life.

କେତେ ବାଧା,ପ୍ରତିବନ୍ଧ ଥିଲାସବୁ ସର୍ତ୍ତମଞ୍ଜୁରୀ ନେବାରଆଜି ସତେଶୁଭ ଦିନ ଥିଲା…

A short span called life.

We were towns apartFor the remaining days.Seasons made it toughTo weep just for you,For I had to be a son,For my yelling mom too.I had to bring her a maid,A loving cook and a nurse,How could have I shedMy tears of youth years?There lies the collegeWhere our eyes watched,Behind lagged the phase,When the dream egg…

paints vermilionon the forehead of the sky.But alas, you’re no more eagernowhere near today, hereto put vermilion in my nameon your forehead with love.This is a translation of the poemସଖୀ-02 (Sakhi_02)/Odia PoembySubhas Chandra Chakra