A woman’s possession or right-
Along with a Man’s signature
Of a passionate lover’s kissing lips
Nor a deadly bite of lusty teeth on
Bleeding virginity.
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Words originate
swim acrossthe still watersof dumb wordlessness.Silence shatteredas the tongue utters.
The first ever poetry
in my life so short-full of innocent ignorancedevoid of wise rational mindwas ‘Savitri’, by a Yogi.It was a great Verse,the greatest of courseas on this day, whichunfortunately is great, yetless read and followed,less understood,native to a few around,alien to many on my land.That Yogi, my revered-A noble Laureate of 1943awarded for poetry,one of the greatestsages…
A skylark mourns
May be on the other bankBeyond the riverOf the conjugal pleasureFlowing into the sea of voidness.Or worlds apartBeyond the mist of separationThat sings unique notesNotes of broken glasses,Notes of burnt gardens-From a flute of deathCarried through the tidesOf dark winter breezeTo the pyre of mourningThe death of my nascent dreamBefore its first cry.
After decades lost
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.
ଆଜି ମୋର ଲାଖ ବିନ୍ଧା ଦିନ,
ତଥାପି ମୁଁ ବିବ୍ରତ, ଉଦ୍ବିଘ୍ନ-କାଳେ ଧନୁ ଟେକିପାରିବିନି।ତମେ ଆଜି ମାଛି ଅନ୍ଧାର ରୁବିଛଣା ରୁ ଉଠାଇ ଦେଇଛ,କାନ ପାଖେ ଓଠ ଥାପିଦେଇଶୁଭେଚ୍ଛା ର ବାରତା ଦେଇଛ ।ତମ ଉଷ୍ମ ନରମ ପରଶ,ଆଜି ମୋର ଆଣିଛି ସକାଳ ।ତମ ଯାଦୁ ଆଙ୍ଗୁଳି ର ଛୁଆଁଏବେ ମୋତେ କରିବ ସଫଳ।।
ସଂଗୀତ ମୁଖର
ନିରସ, ନିଥର ମନ ।ଜୁଆରିଆ ନଈମୋର ଏ ହୃଦୟହେଲା ଶୁଖି ଜଳହୀନ ।।ପୁନେଇଁ ରାତି ରନୀଳ ଜୋଛନା ରେଏବେ ବି ତୁମରି ହସ-ଖାଲି ଖାଲି ଏଇମନ ପାନ୍ଥଶାଳାକାନ୍ଥ ରେ ନିରାଶା-ବିଷ ।।