Love

To live and let live.

you dare utter?The pen so longin deep lethargic slumber.The fears hang offTip to toe.Amidst all those zones of securityHow safeare you there?All your life has beenmortgaged fora nest of fearlessness,devoid of fear.But in fact,how fearless are you?Get liberated off thoseChains of fearsThat bind you.like the moonshineShower from the freevast and open sky,Like thesoft tender Sunshineof…

ପାଖ ରେ ପାଇଲି,ମୋ ଆଖି ରେ ଲୁହ ଜମାରୋକି ହେଲା ନାହିଁ –ଅନ୍ତର ର କୋହ ତକନିଗାଡିଲା ଯାଏ-ତୁମ ପ୍ରତିଚ୍ଛବି ପାଶେବଖାଣି ବସିଲି ।।ଜାଣି ନାଇଁତୁମ ଆଖି ରେ ମୁଁସେମିତି ରହିଲିକି ଆଉ ପାଦେତଳ କୁ ଖସିଲି ! !

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…

ବିଜୁଳି ର ଗାରେକଳା ମେଘ ଆର ପାଖୁଁତୁମ ଆଖିଦୁଷ୍ଟାମି ରେ ଭରାଚମକାଇ ଦିଏ,ଥରେ ଛାତି ।ଏ ବେଳା ରେକେହି ଅବାଗାଉ ଥାଏଭିତରେ ଭିତରେମେଘ ଦୂତ ସୁରେ ଭିଜାପ୍ରଣୟ ଆରତୀ ।।

In any form you love…In any form you like…To answer my call,Call of my wildness,Call of my distress,Call of my lonely soul,Call of my craving heart.Answer, Darling! Answer-Give me your lip-less kisses,On the cheeks of my dreams,On the forehead of my Screams,On the eyelids of my dozing soul,On the skin of my heart and skull.Kiss…

You have to negotiateWith the Police, or peopleConsult with a lawyer,Ask someone to mediate,But you will findYou are left to a few,Fewest of your kindWho still fight on your side.Forthey don’t havethe money you needExcept their supportAnd love from heart, for you.And you find your GodIn the words and momentsThey share with you.This world…So complex…

The same hill, the stonesLarge and brownObstructing pathAs in those bygoneSummer afternoons.There stood the tree,That old Plum tree,Where you tried your kisses,The first one wet with shyness,The next ones dipped with passion,And above all the last one to bid…To bid me the last good bye,The farewell from my worldOf things sharedRoads, Beds, Beaches, SandwichesAnd the…

red with expectationsthat are bathedin the lake of death wishesremain untracedin the prescribed mapof unfulfillmentthe moon of agonyshines in the sky of painsabove the zenithof nights of separation.The butterfly of sinpromises once moreone more night,one more full moon of sexto the flowerwith a virgin bed.

Moving along the Atlantic of Time

No choice left, dear spoon.

Lovely Wives quarrel the most.

In thoughts, action or warfare.

ଦେଖିନେବା ପାଇଁ,ସେତିକି ବ୍ୟଗ୍ରତା ରହିଥିବଯଦି କେବେ ତୁମ ଇଚ୍ଛା ହୁଏଦୂରେ ଯିବା ପାଇଁ ।।ତମେ ଯଦି ଖାଲି ଥରେ କୁହଆସନାହିଁ, ଆଉ ମୋତେ ବିବ୍ରତ କରନି,ମୋତେ ଛୁଅଁ ନାହିଁରାଣ ଖାଇ କହୁଛି ମୋ ପ୍ରିୟା-ସେ ଦିନ ଠୁ, ଆଉ କେବେ ଏଇ ପୋଡାମୁହଁଦେଖାଇବି ନାହିଁ ।।

Spreading ashes of hatred.

ମୋ ଶୂନ୍ୟ ଆକାଶେଦେଇଛ ନୀଳିମା ଭରି-ତୁମେ ଆଜି ମୋରଆକାଶ ର ଅସ୍ତରାଗ,ମୋ ଶୁଷ୍କ ଜୀବନେଜୀଇଁବା ର ଅନୁରାଗ ।ତୁମେ ସପ୍ତ ରଂଗୀଇନ୍ଦ୍ର ଧନୁ ର ମୋହ…ସେ ସବୁଜ ଭୂଇଁସବୁଜିମା ଟହଟହ,ମୋ ଆଖି ଆକାଶେତୁମେ ଅନ୍ତରଙ୍ଗ ଛବି,ମୋ ପ୍ରତି ସକାଳେଆକାଂକ୍ଷା ର ନୀଳ ଛବି!ଯେବେ ଠାରୁ ତମେଆକାଶେ ଆସିଲ ନାହିଁ,ସେବେ ଠାରୁ ମୋରଅନ୍ତରେ ରକ୍ତ କଇଁ! !ଭରା ଭରା ସାରାମନ ସରସୀ ର ଜଳ,ମନ ଲାଖି ମନପାଇବା ରେ ଛଳ ଛଳ!ଏବେ ନାହିଁ ଆଉ-ଦୁଃଖ ତୁମେ ନ ଥିବା…

ଦେହ ସମୟ ର,ସୀମାହୀନ, ଆଦିଗନ୍ତ ବ୍ୟାପ୍ତି-ନି8ସଙ୍ଗତା, ଶୂନଶାନ,ଅନ୍ତରଙ୍ଗ ସ୍ମୃତି ।।କାଲି ର ଆକାଂକ୍ଷା ହଜେଅସହାୟ ଜନନୀ ଜଠରେ,ଫୁଟିବା ର ପୂର୍ବ ଲଗ୍ନେ,ଅସତର୍କ ଶେଫାଳି ପାଖୁଡା-ହସଟିଏ ଲୋଟିଯାଏ ତଳେ,ଲିଭିଯାଏ ତରୁଣ ଓଠ ରେମିଳନ ର ଅନ୍ତିମ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତେବିରହ ର ସ୍ୱର ଅସଜଡା ।।

Moment to rejoice with love.

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

When each bitch is beautiful.

ତମ ଛାତି ତଳ ର ସ୍ପନ୍ଦନ,ଏବେ ହେବ ମୋର ସମ୍ବିଧାନ…ରିମ୍ ଝିମ୍ ବରଷା ରେ ଭିଜା-ତୁମ ନୀଳ ଉତ୍ତରୀ ରେଲିପି ଦେବି ମୋ ସମସ୍ତପୂଣ୍ୟବଳ, ଦେହାତୀତ ଧନ-ମୋ ଆୟୁଷ, ସବୁ କିଛିଜୀବନ ର ସବୁଜ ସପନଲେଖିଦେବି ପ୍ରଣୟ ରସାତ ରଙ୍ଗେ, ସବୁତକ ବର୍ଣ….

A life under the shadow.

just changed everything,Everything that a girlpossesses just withinto render one dayto the man of her dreamsto the king of her empire thatengulfed till datethe isles of her curves,the mounts of her desires,the lakes of her lust,the oceans of her heart,the skies of her dreams,the valleys of her passion,And the shores of her soulGot the first…

ଆବିର୍ଭୂତାଯାଜ୍ଞସେନୀମୁଁ ଯଜ୍ଞ-ସମ୍ଭୂତା ।।କାମନା ର ମେଦିନି ବୁକୁ ରେଆକାଂକ୍ଷା ରମାଂସ, ହାଡ, ଚର୍ମ ର ଜଙ୍ଗଲ,ଜନ୍ମ ନିଏ ଅଗଣିତରୂପ ହୀନ ବିକୃତି ର ଗୁଳ୍ମ,ଅର୍ଥ ହୀନ ଲାଳସା ର ତୃଣ ।ଅହଂକାର ଅଶୁଭ ଶଙ୍ଖ କୁଅସହାୟ, ଚପଳ ତାରୁଣ୍ୟଅସମୟେ କରେ ଆମନ୍ତ୍ରଣ ।।ଅସୀମିତ କ୍ଷମତା ର,ଅଯାଚିତ ସମ୍ପଦ ର-ଉତ୍ତର ଦାୟାଦ-କରେ ପ୍ରତ୍ୟାଖାନବାଲ୍ୟ ସ୍ମୃତି ବିଜଡିତପ୍ରତିଜ୍ଞା ର ଫଳ ଅବାସ୍ତବଅସ୍ୱୀକାରେ ସାମ୍ରାଜ୍ୟ ର ବିଭାଜନ-ସମ୍ରାଟ ଦ୍ରୁପଦ ।।ପ୍ରତାରିତ ଦ୍ରୋଣ ର ଆତ୍ମା ରେସୀମାହୀନ, ବିଷାକ୍ତ ଦଂଶନ-ହୃଦୟ ରେ କୁଣ୍ଡଳୀ…

Fishes swim out of water!

Dogs take the short cuts.

ଶ୍ରାବଣ ରଚପଳ ଅବିରଶିଳା ର ଏସ୍ଥାଣୁ ଆଉସ୍ଥବିର ଓଠ ରେ?ବୟସ ରସବୁତକ ନୀଳହଜି ଗଲା ପରେମରିଚିକାମିଛ ମିଛସପନ ପଛରେ ।।

the cosmic beauty and the eye of a poet.

ତୁମ ଅନ୍ତର ର କଥା,ମୋ ଛାତି କାଗଜେଲେଖି ଦେଇଥିଲଆମ ପ୍ରଣୟ ର ଗାଥା ।।ଆଖି ରେ ଆଖିରେକହୁଥିଲ କଥାଅନ୍ତର ଗୋପନ ବାର୍ତ୍ତା-ଆଜି ତୁମ ବିନାପାନ୍ଥଶାଳା ଭରାମଶାଣି ର ନୀରବତା ।।

Autumn-breeze over still lake-water.

The mother dies of thirst.

To Divide and To Rule.They formed many classesDepending on their own,The Kilo-classFor the Rural, living in a home.The Mega-classFor the Semi-urban, living in a houseIn some colony of a town.And the Giga classFor the Urban, living in a complexOr in a bungalow of a City.

In a muse of elixir.

Building a bridge above it.

Action that has no reactions.

When my eyes started to blink.

But who cares the spoon!

You sayI am a manFor all aroundFor everyone else-But for meTo speak the truth withinI am a queenAs loyal as DraupadiTo the husbands of meAnd my life,My yearnings,My earnings,My profession,My possessions-Earthly and spiritual.

So many masters a day.My employer fromThe distant cityWho visits the School-On weekend days,On the day –I often promiseMy dearest wife at homeTo be at herBeck and callTo father my child over thereWaiting all week alongTo listen a songFrom his papaworking elsewhere.I have to please this manTo upkeep my jobAnd income round the yearsecured and…

to render joy of colour.

Hand to hand,Lips to lips,Heart to heartThere was nothing more beautifulAnything, Anywhere…But beauty, beauty and beautyBeauty Everywhere…Wherever I raised my eye,Be it deep down or the hills high,Be it The Earth or the Sky,Be it the valley clad in green,Be it the stream fed with rain,Everything turnedPink with my desire,Violet with my lust,Blue with my…

It also starts floating,for it is the go of the world-The one that would ruleover the othermust have the numberto outnumber.

We met each otherhands in hands,Lips on lips,Eyes at eyes,and our heartsinches awaymissing a beat or two,after momentsof silent hugsand warm embracesI could feelhow pleasantis this moment,and how colourfulis this season,when it is springand the one opposite meis none but you.And it was youwho taught methe alphabets ofeternal love and longingsand how all seasons arenot…

Both develop their skills.One chills, the other kills.One humanizesSo much thatBeasts become petsRocks become slatesMonkeysmake Rome,Jungles become Home.Barriers become routes,Stems bear fruits.Music brings rain,Words suck pain.Poems render love,Eagle becomes dove.The other dehumanizesSo much thatPets become wild,Forests become field.Leaders become monkey,Folks become donkey.Bloodbecomes honey,Godbecomes money.Guns become tools,Schools produce fools.Friends become foes,Mosques become zoos.

are not happyto see medream of somethingthat appearimpractical,impossible,illogicalin their eyes.What if a mad manLike Aristotlesays todayThat men will flyhigh up in the skyamidst peoplelaughing atand mocking-and centuries afterWe are on the Mars?Mock at me,Laugh at me,Make mea laughing stock,Still I don’t careI shall dareSee dreamsthat give my peoplea fly, sky high.

Oil still left to burn.

that never settles a home,that never houses a bird,that never pats a backof the weak or feeble,that seldom explores a landmysterious, strange or unknown,that rarely builds up a duneover the valleys of lifeunder the vast stretchingdesert sky.Rather I would beThe mild autumn breezeThat fills, chills and thrillslife in many,soothes the heart of loversheals the aching…

Cry the tears of blood.

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

Tortoises feed on bread from grass.

Not the lovers, nor the belovedGalleries of memories get lost,Love alone triumphs.In all aspects of our lives.Valleys of unfulfilled dreamsEther of the passionate-Not a single leaf of any tree sticksIn and around our paradises of life.Knowledge, neither of the past nor of the futureImaginations, neither fresh nor wildDeath sucks everything off life,Engulfing both our worldsAttractive…

Land into the lake of my heartDip your head of desireInto the semi-hot water of longingThat fills the valley of my heartWith the golden sunshine,With the blue moon shine,Full with wild roses,And shade of EarthA speechless windcold and calmSings your arrivalAt this hour of the dawn.

ଅଧା ଅଧା ଗୀତି କଥା ଆମଅଧା ପ୍ରୀତିଅଧା ଲିପିଅଧା ଅଧା ଛାତି ର ସପନ ।।

Seeds sown in heartSprouted soon so high.To be one so greatIn your teen heart,I made all the effortTo set my goal in tact.You were there in pagesIn Weber, Manning n White,The book thatmade my lifeWorse than hell and tight..From the front blue coverTo its back pages..I have seen your eyes,Brows in the edges.In that coffee…

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

I was astonished.Not because whyThey were so charmingIn the faces ofBabies, Newly born,Lovers, Newly grown,Mothers, Newly become,But because they appearSo differentAt different modes of life!In different moments of life ! !

we had been friendscommitted to court betweenour passionate hearts,our desires: blue and deep,our feelings: intense and rich,our beings: longing and sickof each other, till-The thin line of separationthat bleeding moment of tragedycarved enough of spacebetween our longing,fusing hearts.

Loops elegant and curls upward.

It also starts floating,for it is the go of the world-The one that would ruleover the othermust have the numberto outnumber.

I feel, my heart begsto cry aloud, my voice to keep-my tears away from you to peep.

A sweater in my winter,A cooler in my summer,An umbrella in the rains,An epic during the strains.You had been…A roof over my head,A plate under my bread,A sheet upon my bed,A patting hand for what I did.You will remain…The source ofBlessings eternal,The stream ofLearnings divine,The path of loveFor everyone humane,The wrath of my lifeTo thrash…

red with expectationsthat are bathedin the lake of death wishesremain untracedin the prescribed mapof unfulfillmentthe moon of agonyshines in the sky of painsabove the zenithof nights of separation.The butterfly of sinpromises once moreone more night,one more full moon of sexto the flowerwith a virgin bed.

Not a single cloudHas dared a cat walkingOn the corridor of my sky.Colours have forgottenTheir names and canvasses,Their fluidity of brushes,Except these dry spots of past.Clouds have forgottenTheir wings of desire,Their feathers of dreams,Except the abandoned traffic posts.Ever since you leftIt had never rainedNot a single cloudHas dared flying acrossThe Eastern or western sky.

ଆସିଅଛ ଫେରି-ଠିକ ସେଇରୂପ, ରଂଗ, ଶବ୍ଦ,ଆଉ ଚାହାଣୀ ରେତୁମେ ‘ସୀମା’ ମୋର-ମୋ ପାର୍ଥିବ ଇଚ୍ଛା, ଆବେଗ ର ।ମୋ ନିଃସର୍ଗ ତୃଷା, ମିଳନ ର ।ମୋ ଆତ୍ମିକ କ୍ଷୁଧା, ବିରହ ର ।ତୁମେ ବେଢିଯାଅ ଏବେଛାଇଯାଅ, ମାଟି ରୁ ଆକାଶ-ଛୁଇଁ ଯାଅ,ଭରି ଯାଅ,ଏଇ ମୋରତୁମ ବିନାଏ ଯାଏ ବି ଖାଲି ଥିବାଜୀବନ ର ନଭ, ଜଳ, ସ୍ଥଳ ।।

ଦେଖିନେବା ପାଇଁ,ସେତିକି ବ୍ୟଗ୍ରତା ରହିଥିବଯଦି କେବେ ତୁମ ଇଚ୍ଛା ହୁଏଦୂରେ ଯିବା ପାଇଁ ।।ତମେ ଯଦି ଖାଲି ଥରେ କୁହଆସନାହିଁ, ଆଉ ମୋତେ ବିବ୍ରତ କରନି,ମୋତେ ଛୁଅଁ ନାହିଁରାଣ ଖାଇ କହୁଛି ମୋ ପ୍ରିୟା-ସେ ଦିନ ଠୁ, ଆଉ କେବେ ଏଇ ପୋଡାମୁହଁଦେଖାଇବି ନାହିଁ ।।

soft, yet prevailinga little away,at this hour of the dawnwhen the Sunis yet to riseand greet the worldin and aroundwith its radiant orangeshine with a smile,and inspiring the travellerlike meto walk an extra mile.

to rise in the Eastwith rays goldenthrough a windowthat’d awaken our babieswith eyes shut, yetdreams unhurt?Who can renderin these eyes dry,like the rainless sand-a couple of nightswith fearless sleepfor slum dwellerswithout an inch of land?

In the morning or the eveningWhat is so intimateAnd Craving for me,And fills so much craziness…That’s the dream,Young and Nascent,Tender and pleasant,Touches the core of meSecretly, in those momentsOf torturing silence and hollowness.

Struggles and sufferings,Griefs and agonies,Chasing after money,Grazing so much grassOf books and looks,Of hooks and crooks,We come acrosseach other at last..On the same road,On the same mode,Where we left each otherTo face the world alone,all by our own.

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.

Made me forgetAges and ages of burningYears and years of suffocation,All those million sad momentsAll those million songsOf the grave yards,Torturing distances,Of searching you overMountains and deserts,Lakes and OceansBreezes hot or coldSkies, New or oldBeds of rivers orShores of the Seas.A single momentWith youMade me forgetAll and Everything that had yetBeen without you.

ଦରଜା ବିମୁକୁଳା ରଖିଲି,କାଳେ ତମେକେତେବେଳେମୋ ପାଖ କୁଲେଉଟିବ ବୋଲି ।ଅଥଚସକାଳେ ଦେଖେଅନ୍ତ ହୀନ ପ୍ରତୀକ୍ଷା ରସଫେଦ ଚାଦର ମୋରଲୋଚା କୋଚାଅନ୍ତର ଟା ପରିସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ବୋଳାରାତି ର ବିଛଣାଗୋଟା ଛାଏଁସେଇମିତି ଖାଲି ।।

ଖୋଲିବା ଵେଳଠୁତମ କଥାବାର ବାର ମନରେ ଆସୁଛି,ଲାଗୁଛି ଯେମିତି ଆଉଦେଖା ହେବ ନାହିଁ ।।ତମେ ବୋଧେଆଜି ଟିକେ ବିଷର୍ଣ ରହିଛ…ସବୁବେଳେ ଖୁସି ଖୁସି ଥିବା ତମମୁହଁର ଆକାଶେମେଘ ଢଙ୍କା କାଳିମା ବୋଳିଛ…କାହା ସହ ଜମା ବେଶୀକଥା ହେଉନାହିଁ,ଆଗ ପରି ଚଳଦଳ,ଚପଳ, ଚଞ୍ଚଳସେମିତିକା ଆଜି ଜମା ନାହଁ ।।ଇଏ ବୋଧେଅନାଗତ ଦୂରତାରଆଗୁଆ ସଙ୍କେତ….କିଛିଦିନ ପାଇଁ ଆମେଦୂରେ ଦୂରେ ପୁଣିଥରେବଞ୍ଚିବାକୁ ଚେଷ୍ଟା କରିବାରଆଖି ଆଉ ଓଠ ର ପହଞ୍ଚ-ସୀମା ଆର ପାରେକିଛି କାଳ ଆଉ ଥରେବଞ୍ଚିବାକୁ ହେବ…ଏ ତାହାର ସବୁଜ…

in the dark deep nightsthat serveall my trust in youall my air of lifewithin lungs of lovewashed cleanwith fluid of deadly hungeron the orphaned platesand perennial thirst.

Shrewd in the eye,Inside hid a sinister.She made him sit onThe most comfortable chair,Coffee or tea, asked she-Took his utmost care.The most delicate wordsShe served as he’d mug,Asked how could sheBe at his call, at his leg.She started singing-Rhymes of his praise,How his coming hereHas brought the autumn days.The Sun has softenedOr has become a…

None alone would be enough.

Round, symmetric, shapy,complete, ruff and tuffrevered and full of hue.Through the windows oftransparent glamourous panes.The king could see all-none could see his mindor heart, nor whoelse there reigns.Royal was his robes,as much loyal were His men,nobody had a wishnone there a complainas if pleasure rained away pain.The king was shaved fair,clean and bright his looks.Who…

Someone stills the heart beats.

When my tiny footsteps tumbled.

Autumn-breeze over still lake-water.

Nobody bends before a servant!

All you need to be,All you need to have,Are nothing but to learn thatAlphabets of PoliticsAnd Politicians-are to be masteredand put into practicesAt an appropriate timeand place, alongwithA right kind of shrewdnessand reasonable mindset.

When my tiny footsteps tumbled.

In my eyes,In my words,In my thoughts,So much so thatYou would start to exploreAll the secrets of my heart,And understand me direct,And my urges,And my feelings private,Without a single wordAnd do as I anticipateWithout asking for? ?

Steal anything you eat.

Not once but oftenI had cherished.I have liliesfloating on my breastwith dreams flooded,Instead of fishing boats orships with tonsof wealth loaded.I don’t have fansnor tourist troops to roam,But kids many, to play herewith soaps and foam.Still I am happy enoughwith merriment of the kids,who one day will becomelords of their dreams andGods of their worlds.

A blue saree,A pair of pink lipsTwo eyes, deep, hazel and beautiful,A tug of dark hair hidingThousand love letters within.A smiling face invokingA lust for life, to live with youFor Hundreds of births,From time immemorial acrossThe endpoints of time and space.

Ocean is the bottom line.

Land into the lake of my heartDip your head of desireInto the semi-hot water of longingThat fills the valley of my heartWith the golden sunshine,With the blue moon shine,Full with wild roses,And shade of EarthA speechless windcold and calmSings your arrivalAt this hour of the dawn.

Monks without keysIn those early daysOf the civilization.While trees were homesAnd homes were Caves…Trees provided everythingFood, shelter, clothing,Branches- some were the kitchen,Some were the beds and leavesbecame the curtainsOver the naked skin.Long before JainismThey learnt to hideWhat was real and natural and true.And they learnt to revealWhat was termed art, culture,And civilization afterwardsAlthough they were…

ମିଞ୍ଜି ମିଞ୍ଜି ଡିବିରି ଆଲୁଏ,ଥର ଥର କାଲୁଆ ପବନେ,ଶୀତ ରାତି ପାହାନ୍ତି ସପନେ-ଅବସନ୍ନ ଭିତର ଟାଆଶଙ୍କିତ, ସଂକୁଚିତହେଉଥିବା ବେଳେ –ଭିତରେ ଭିତରେ ।।କୁଳୁକୁଳୁ ଝରଣା ର-ସୁଲୁ ସୁଲୁ ପବନ ର –ଝର ଝର ଶ୍ରାବଣ ର –ଗୀତ ଚିଏ-ସୁଅ ହୋଇ, ସୁର ତୋଳିବର୍ଷିଗଲା ବେଳେତମ କଥାନିଦ ପରି, ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ପରି,ମଲ୍ଲୀ କଢ ଭିଜା ବାସ୍ନା ପରିବହି ଆସେ କେଉଁ ଦୁନିଆ ରୁଏ ବେଳା ରେଖାଲି ଥାଏ ଗୋଟିଏ ମୂରତି-ତମ ଆଖି ପତା ତଳେଲୁଚିବା କୁ ଚାହୁଁ ଥିବାମୋ…

ତୁମ ନଜର ରେ ବନ୍ଦୀ ଥିବାମୋ ଆତ୍ମା କୁ ନିଜ ଶରୀର ରୁ…ଅନ୍ଧାର ର ପତଳା ପରଦା-ଯେତେ ଯେତେ କରୁଥିଲା ଝାପ୍ସାତୁମ ମୁହଁ ଦେଖିବା ର ଇଚ୍ଛା-ବଢୁଥିଲା, ତୀବ୍ର ଏ ପିପାସା..ଶିରି ଶିରି ଶୀତଳ ବାଆ ରେ-କାଳେ ଥରି ଯାଉଥିବ ଦେହ,ଏ ବେଳା ରେ ତମ ମିଠା-ଛୁଆଁ-ସ୍ମୃତି ଚୁମି ଯାଉଥିଲା ମୁହଁ…ଆସିଲା ଏ ବେଳା ରେ ଅନ୍ଧାର,ଲୁଚି ଗଲା ମୁଖ ରେଖା ତୁମ,ଫେରିବା କୁ ହେଲା ପୁଣି ମୋତେଦୂରେ ଲୁଚି ଗଲା ଘର ତୁମ…

An irreparable loss for us.

The greatest of the daysThe Auspicious birthdayOf A divine childOff a Virgin mother,An occasion of ChorusFrom a Billion lipsFor the revered child…And can you predictMy darlingHow I feel and thinkAt present, at this moment?Had you been in my lifeAges Ago, in some CenturyLost in the dustbin of pastWe would have celebratedThis moment,Somewhere on a shoreBy…

Just cut the shoot atop.

That I think of you.

When each bitch is beautiful.

Carrying the smell of a broken egg-Thrown upon frying-pan and hot dog,Adding to the hunger fed mope and pain.

Wet it upWith tears and bloodGratifying.

the beats of life from the loving hearts.

Than their readers.

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? ?

why not come and seehow much do we greet youand what is our say?We are facing youevery nightin the lusty embracesof our greedy wiveswho sing a lullaby ofa long list of desiresto purchase next day.We are facing youevery noonin the formidable commandsof our lusty bossesin the labyrinth ofOffice spacefor entertaining theminviting us for amidnight party…

Kill a bird with feathers.

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 ।।

All dignity wilted by wind.

Now a mere handy, book.

shattered, bonded and broken hearts

When there is an election-Just at your door.In all other days of the yearsYou liveWhere you had been,But I am no more seen.

swim acrossthe still watersof dumb wordlessness.Silence shatteredas the tongue utters.

that standsfor democracy?Fearless expressionsOf truth,Of beautyin all thatwe do or speakin whateverwe think and act.I live hereUnarmed-Where safety iswith themwho are somehowarmed-armed with muscles,armed with ammunitions,armed with power,armed with police,armed with money,armed with law.But I am a merevoter, who is bondedwith a rigid pledgenever to complainprior to the end-End of five long years,end of your…

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

Walking swift, very fastAlong the railway track.I just moved ahead,Just to talk to him,As I peeped into his eyes,He looked at me.I just asked him-What a flower is?A dying soothing breezeSupposed to carry at easeThe faint cry of a girlOn her bed of death.Then I asked him-What a baby girl is?A foolish bubble on waterDreaming…

Riveted to her own glory-Lost generations ago,But found last nightSitting on my velvet heart,With a pleasant countenanceOn such a moment, whenThe shattered memoriesRevived back to meIn the broken time line,When the meek worldStood still for aMoment or two.

My uncertain edgesThat your warm shadows renderSalvation to my urges,Your dense sweetnessForms a scintillating touch,And calms my ‘me’Calm my shuddersAnd help me findMy goal, my destiny.

But their Kids to love none.

ନିରସ, ନିଥର ମନ ।ଜୁଆରିଆ ନଈମୋର ଏ ହୃଦୟହେଲା ଶୁଖି ଜଳହୀନ ।।ପୁନେଇଁ ରାତି ରନୀଳ ଜୋଛନା ରେଏବେ ବି ତୁମରି ହସ-ଖାଲି ଖାଲି ଏଇମନ ପାନ୍ଥଶାଳାକାନ୍ଥ ରେ ନିରାଶା-ବିଷ ।।

ଯେ ଯାଏ ଯାଇଚ ତମେ ଛୁଇଁ,ତମ ପ୍ରେମ ନୀଳ ମୋହର ରେ…ଆଉ ଏବେ ପାରିବି ନି ରୋକିମୋ ମନ ର ଆବେଗ ଉଚ୍ଛ୍ୱାସ,ଏ କଲମ ଯିବନି ଅଟକି,କେବେ ଆଉ ହେବନି ଅବଶ…ମିଳିଗଲା ଏ ନୀଳ ଅକ୍ଷରେ-ତୁମ ପ୍ରେମ ସବୁଜ ସଂକେତ,ମିଳିଗଲା ମୋ ଛାତି କାଗଜେପ୍ରଣୟ ର ନୀଳ ଦସ୍ତଖତ…

the forbidden fruit is legalized.

ବିଜୁଳି ର ଗାରେକଳା ମେଘ ଆର ପାଖୁଁତୁମ ଆଖିଦୁଷ୍ଟାମି ରେ ଭରାଚମକାଇ ଦିଏ,ଥରେ ଛାତି ।ଏ ବେଳା ରେକେହି ଅବାଗାଉ ଥାଏଭିତରେ ଭିତରେମେଘ ଦୂତ ସୁରେ ଭିଜାପ୍ରଣୟ ଆରତୀ ।।

Of green leavesFor the tired Traveller.Comforting.

Fishes swim out of water!

Off the limbs of Humanity.

Emanating off the pyreOf my dreams shatteredOf my desires crumbledI am burning onIn the self-made bedOf thorny longings,Of shimmy belongings,Of my unspelt promises,Of my unuttered truths.With these smokes of uncertainty,Vapours of dilemmas,Charcoals of fireBones of my existenceAnd flesh of presence,I disperseInto the blue of the space,Into the blue of the ocean,Into the black hole ofEternal…

A widow’s forehead.None to stare at it,None to share with herNone to think of herPleasure or pain,Loss or gain,She is no one’s possessionAny more.

Dipped inThe fragranceOf the cool summer breeze-That has never touchedA virgin bosom,That has never kissedThe virgin lips,But has blown right throughThe night dark hairs,And the dream lorn eyebrowsOf the MermaidWho sleepsHalf a momentOn the lap of her love andThe other halfOn the pyre of her lover’sBed of dreams.

ପୂର୍ବ ଲଗ୍ନ, ଏକାନ୍ତ ବେଳା ରେ-ଲାଳସା ର ଏରୁଣ୍ଡି ବନ୍ଧ କୁକେବେ ବି ଡେଇଁ ନଥିବାରମ୍ୟ ଅଜଗର-ଦେହାତୀତ ଅରଣ୍ୟ ରନି8ସଙ୍ଗ ଅନ୍ଧାରୁଅଜାଣତେ ଚାଲି ଆସେକାମନା ର ରୂପା ଜରିଓଢଣୀ ଫାଙ୍କ ରୁଲୁଚି ଲୁଚି ଦେଖିବା ରଅନୂଢା ଯୌବନ,ଲଜ୍ଜାରୁଣ ଶୂନ୍ୟତା ରସବୁ ସନ୍ଧି ସ୍ଥଳ ।।ଫିଟିଯାଏ ସବୁତକଗୋପନ ଗୁମର,ନଦୀ ଜଳ-ନୀଳ ଶାଢୀ ଛାଡିତରବରେ ପିନ୍ଧି ନିଏ ଅନ୍ତର୍ବାସଗୋଳିଆ ରଙ୍ଗ ର ।।

There is nothing to eat.

Colours yet to fade off.

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?

But on the roadyou made me quite lonelyyou sped so fastmy lagging bicyclerefused to pace alongto let me sharethe path with you.I have learnt since thenbicycles are supposednot to accompany, nor sharebut to sing songs of victoryof wars never fought by them.Need a human be taughtTaught to think,Taught to dream,Taught to aspireTaught to livea life…

Wings of my desire to die-Aspired to be with you again.Ship of my exile fromYour endless vale of silence-On another timeless voyage,Undertook a newer oath,Reckless to smell your fragrance,Catering the hunger of my soulAwaiting to be fed with thy memories,Limitless thirst for you to quench,Lust for a life was aroused.

How often have you dearCajoled the dreams of my nights? ?How much have you wettedMy chest in thy drops of tear?How often have you revealedThe secret pains that life did deliver? ?It has not been a weekAfter we did meet!You have become all, and myEverything, the Queen of my heart! !

ଅଚାନକ ମୋରଜୀବନ ର ପରିଧିରୁ,କାହାା ଅଭିଳାଷକଳ୍ପନା ବିଳାସ,ଆକର୍ଷଣ, ନେଲାଦୂରେ, ତୁମକୁମୋ’ ଠାାରୁ?ଯାହା ପାଇଁ ଥିଲାତୁମ ଅନ୍ତର ରେଏତେ ପ୍ରେମ ଏତେସ୍ନେହ, ଅନୁରାଗ ଧାରା-କିଏ ସେ ଅଶୁଭନଜର ରେ ଜାଳିପାଉଁଶ କରିଲାମୋ ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ -ଦୁନିଆଁ, ସାରା ।।

ମୋ ଅନ୍ତର ଉପତ୍ୟକାକୋହ ର ପ୍ଲାବନ ।ତମେ ଖୋଲି ଦେଲ ପୁଣି-ଅତୀତ ଝରକା,ମୋ ମଶାଣୀ ମଧୁଶଯ୍ୟାକାହାଣୀ ର ଧକ୍କା ।।ତମ ଆଖି ଚାହାଣୀ ରନୀଳ ନିଆଁ ଧାସଜଳାଏ ମୋ ମନ ତଳ,ନିଃଶ୍ୱାସ, ବିଶ୍ୱାସ ।।ତମ ଠାରୁ ଦୂରତା ମୋଶ୍ୱାସ ରୋଧ କରେ,ଥାଅ ଯେତେ ପାଶେ ଅବାଥାଅ କାହିଁ ଦୂରେ ।।

instead of noisy words,the heap of words thatpreach him,teach him, andsnatch happinessand spontaneity of lifeoff him.For silenceteaches betterthan words can do.Silence isthe mother of everythingthat occupies space,that resonates with time,that brings harmonyin all that fillsthis Universe-With essence of Truth,with fragrance of love,with urges to manifestin the particles of matter,in the petals of flowers.

A gust of wild windCarries an uneven blowWith a smell of stale conjugationFrom the distant shores of life,Drifts into my blood.The tired afternoonCrushes the wild buds of desireGrinds the crystals of sweet dreamsInto powders of slow deathTo mix with my evening drinks.As I start ruminating,Listening to the stories of-The youth of angry butterflies,The dreams of…

for the peacock in love.

Broken heart,Broken PromisesWere all, one dayAlive, able, abode and active.There was a time-they excelled.Some could flybeyond the shoresand up in the sky.Some could glow highlonger than the Sun andBrighter than the Moon.Some could accompanyTo the door of death andstand by all weather.Some were kept aliveAs the warmth of mother’s lapand charm of a young lady.And…

And less on old children.

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 ।।

And lust for power.

ଟକ୍ ମକ୍ ଫୁଟୁଥାଏମୋ ଅବ୍ୟକ୍ତତୃଷ୍ଣା ର ସାଗର,ତମେ କିନ୍ତୁ ଛପିଥାଅସାତ ତାଳ ପାଣି ପଙ୍କ ତଳେଜୀବନ ପେଚିକା ପରିଦୁଷ୍ଟ ଅସୁର ର ।।ସେ ପାରି ର ଡାକଭାସି ଆସେଅଧା ରାତି, ଅଧା ଜହ୍ନ,ପାଉଁଶିଆ, କୁହୁଡିଆଶୀତଳ ପବନେ ।।ମରଣ ର ମତୁଆଲା ସ୍ୱରମଧୁଗୀତି, ଭିଜୁଥାଏଜୀବନ କୁଞ୍ଜ ରେଦରଦିଆବଂଶୀ ସ୍ୱନେ ସ୍ୱନେ ।।

Eyes stick to lustrous shadow.

colour of love on hearts.

Years of waiting-For someone mightTurn up a day.Like a pomegranateIn the mountains highI had been waiting,Smiling with mouths openAnd my pearls-dropped one by one,One after another,Till the last oneFell down-Last afternoon,This autumn.

Before learning to climb.

A spoon in a dish!

Relatively happyTo shoulder the loadOf only a single head,And carry the dustand dirt oilyall through the weeks.Unlike the bitches andthe girls in the beaches-changing a holding handevery alternative night,and the ones in the capitalwho change their partyevery next termfrom Left to Right.I work for thesame head,Same smell, good or bad,Same name,same fameNever my luck to…

ଚୁମ୍ବନ ର ଜଉ ମୁଦ,ଚୋରା ଚୋରା ଛୁଆଁଗୋଲାପୀ ଓଠ ରହଜାଉ ଥିଲା ମୋ ନିଦ,ତୁମ ଖିଲି ଖିଲିହସ ଝରଣା ରେଯେଉଁ ଛାତି ଭିଜୁଥିଲା-ଆଜି ସେ ଅନ୍ତରମଶାଣି ର ଶେଯ,ପରିତ୍ୟକ୍ତ ପାନ୍ଥଶାଳା ।।

ଚିକଣ ଚାକଣ ଦିନ ଆଲୁଅ ରେଧୋବ ଧାଉଳିଆ ସଭା ସମିତି ରେମାରୁଥାଏ ପଇଁତରା- –ଆର ଡେଣା ନେଇ ଉଡେ ସେ ଅନ୍ଧାରେଆଖି ଉହାଡ ରେ, ଗମ୍ଭିରୀ ଭିତରେକଅଁଳ, ନରମ, ଡରକୁଳୀ ଦେହଖୋଜୁଥାଏ ଦିନ ସାରା ।।

Fishes always die in summer.

Like a string attached to a kite.

myriad soft imprints of love.

To live a dream inside caves of death.

Saraswati, the GoddessOf divine grace and beauty,Of peace and cleanliness,Of knowledge and symmetry,Of celestial music of joy,Of whiteness.She appears in white,White in all that she wearsSymbolises coexistence,Unity in diversityUnity inLanguages we speak,Feelings we possess,Longings we foster,Dreams we cherish,Lands we dwell upon,Minds we deal with,Wavelengths of thoughtwe communicate with.It’s a moment divineto see us in everythingto…

The genius of all times.

The Haves and the Have-nots.

Every road leads to God.

Love to shower burning hearts

Intimate desires and passionsNodded to my urgesAffirmed to my longings within.A path into the unknownLonely, yet crowded with memoriesInvisible, still akin to my heartNostalgic, but yet to rediscoverablazewith thy holy presence.Anticipated earlier althoughLove for the untouched wouldIndulge my whole essence in, andNever would my soul, invoke thisAntimatter for the universe I dwell.All that I had…

A hypnotizing eye startedEmanating from theDark nipples of faithlessness.And like a sweet deceit-Burnt the wings ofA midnight mothVenturing intoThe never retreating skyOf shameless desires.

ଟକ୍ ମକ୍ ଫୁଟୁଥାଏମୋ ଅବ୍ୟକ୍ତତୃଷ୍ଣା ର ସାଗର,ତମେ କିନ୍ତୁ ଛପିଥାଅସାତ ତାଳ ପାଣି ପଙ୍କ ତଳେଜୀବନ ପେଚିକା ପରିଦୁଷ୍ଟ ଅସୁର ର ।।ସେ ପାରି ର ଡାକଭାସି ଆସେଅଧା ରାତି, ଅଧା ଜହ୍ନ,ପାଉଁଶିଆ, କୁହୁଡିଆଶୀତଳ ପବନେ ।।ମରଣ ର ମତୁଆଲା ସ୍ୱରମଧୁଗୀତି, ଭିଜୁଥାଏଜୀବନ କୁଞ୍ଜ ରେଦରଦିଆବଂଶୀ ସ୍ୱନେ ସ୍ୱନେ ।।

That floated in thy looksAll through, in thy eyesEvery morning, Every evening…Whose memories had beenMy life, In the heartFlooded with pleasureOn the bed of the mind,In the dawn or dusk or noonIn every darkness of my nights…At this very momentAs it has been, Your image aliveIs kissing the valley of my thoughtsAs I go on…

At the moment of awakening.

Like a soap bubble yet to be touched.I love you, So I don’t touch..But simply keep countingThe minutes, andThe beats of my heart.

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.

Waves keep writingyour name.

ମୋ ଓଠ ଶବ୍ଦରେ?କେବେ ତମେ ବଡ଼ ହୋଇଯିବ? ?ନ ପଚାରି, ମନ କଥାସିଧା ସିଧାବୁଝି ନେଇଯିବ,ଆଉ କେବେ ପୁଣି‘କାହାକୁ ରାଗିଥିଲ କି ‘ ବୋଲିପଚାରିବ ନାହିଁ,ମନ ବୁଝି କାମ କରିଯିବ? ?

we had been friendscommitted to court betweenour passionate hearts,our desires: blue and deep,our feelings: intense and rich,our beings: longing and sickof each other, till-The thin line of separationthat bleeding moment of tragedycarved enough of spacebetween our longing,fusing hearts.

The bed turns into a road.

Happy that I love you.

ବିତିଲାଣିତୁମ ଗଲା ଦିନୁଁ…ନୂଆ ଏଇରୂପ ରଙ୍ଗ, ସ୍ପର୍ଶ..ଭୂଲାଉଛିପୂର୍ବ ଛବି ମନୁଁ..ଏବେ ଲାଗେତୁମେ ହିଁ ଆସିଛ,ମୋ ପାଖ କୁରୂପ ବଦଳାଇଖାଲି ଯାହାବଦଳିଛି ନାଆଁବାକି ସବୁଅଛି ଏକା ସେହି…

decorates with themost beautiful hatwith all the bright coloursavailable on this planet.The birds have startedto declare her arrivalin their sweetnessof singingand harmonic flutteringand spirit of chirping.Yes spring has finallystepped into our land.Now the lips of girlswould look redder,The newly sprouting leaveswould be greener.The old mansions of youthshall refresh theircolours of dreams.The narrow lanes of heartsshall…

A signature is just enough.

Lest they should fail.

And rejuvenates new jests in life.

To get her weddedAt her thirties,The father hopes a lot,He anticipates the loveFrom the people aroundFor him or his familyTo continue at the same pace.But alas people hideTheir natural smilesBack home, as they come.They salute you, greet or hugBut with a fear within,For you may ask for a loan.They decrease their frequencyOf visits and calls,Reduce…

The buds of aspirations in me.

The first love-poem on thee,On the rising morning Sun’s gleeWas written on the heart’s blank paper.