Have drifted down and by
still and calmly.
Like these
Forgotten kisses
Under the grey shade
Of Mahogany in
A summer day.
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You passed away!Away from ourOld worlds of disillusionment,Away into yourNew world of detachment.You shall be weddedTo the familiar worldOf my departed mother!To the set frames againOf my old fashioned mother! !To the nascent tidesOf a timeless vast ocean!To the void lanesOf memories and unspelt verses! !To the marvelsOf never-ending silence, andOf everlasting chaos in you,To…
Scales are dead
the length of a roadtravelled with passion,the breadth of a heartThat beats on and on,The height of a dreamcherished so long,the depth of a desirerooted miles or a furlong.Time scales lifein frames-past and future,in names-great and rare,in pages-written and read,in phases-golden and dead,in zones-gained and lost,in forms-worst and best.
Apes are Mothers
But their Kids to love none.
The song of the skylark
Declaring widowhood to the bride.
Like the freshness
a morning shower,Your memories ofOur buried pastflash within mewith a nascent waveOf longing besidethe shore ofeternal time and space.
ଆମ ଆଖି ଅପହଞ୍ଚ
ଆସିଥିବାଆମ ପରିଆଉ ଜଣେ ପାଇଁଆମର ତ ହୃଦୟ ରେଚେନାଏ ବି ଭୂଇଁଖୋଲା ନାହିଁ ।।ସବୁ ଖାଲି ସଂରକ୍ଷିତ,ନିର୍ଦ୍ଧାରିତ ନଇବେଦ୍ୟ,ପୂଜା ଡାଲା,ଫୁଲ ଆଉ ଧୂପ ର ସାମଗ୍ରୀ,ନିର୍ଦ୍ଧାରିତ ଦେବତା ଙ୍କ ପାଇଁ,ନିର୍ଦ୍ଧାରିତ ମନ୍ତ୍ର, ଛନ୍ଦ,ଭକ୍ତିପୂତ-ନିର୍ଦ୍ଧିଷ୍ଟ ମୁଦ୍ରା ରେ ।।