Moments ago,
Became wet
with a calm silence,
and was filled
with a sweet fragrance.
He entered
her hall of heart
with a radiant
orange robe,
royal and brilliant
in colour, and lustre.
A mild and cool breeze
started to blow
from the South,
as if to thrill her
with the exotic aroma
of love that emanated
from his deep, loving heart.
Words seldom bridge the gap.
ଭାରି ଭାରି ଲାଗୁଥିବା, ନିଃସଙ୍ଗତାମୟରାତି ର ଅନ୍ଧାରେ, ତମେ ମୋରନୀଳ ଜହ୍ନ, ଜୋଛନାଫଲ୍ଗୁ ରେ ।।ସାରା ଉପତ୍ୟକା ମୋର ଆତ୍ମା ର ଇଲାକା-ହୁତୁ ହୁତୁ ଜଳୁଥାଏ ତୁମ ଚାହାଣୀ ରେ ।।
ସେଇ ଏକା ଗୋଟିଏ ରାସ୍ତାରେ,ସେଇ ଏକା ନିଃସଙ୍ଗ ଓ ଶୂନ ଶାନତୁମ ଥିବା ସତ୍ତ୍ବେତୁମେ ନ ଥିବା ର ବାର୍ତ୍ତା ଦେଉଥିବାଗୋଡ଼ି, ମାଟି, କଳା ପିଚୁ ରାସ୍ତା –ତମ ଘର ଆଗ ଗଛ ସବୁନିଛାଟିଆ ପୋଖରୀ ର ତୁଠସବୁ ସବୁ ଛାଡ଼ି ଚାଲି ଆସୁଥିବାହାଟ, ବାଟ, ଛକ ଓ ଦୋକାନ –ଠାର ରେ ଜଣାଉଥିଲେସତେ ଅବା ତୁମ ତରଫରୁଟିକି ଶିଶୁ ହାତ ର ବିଦାୟ! !
The shorter it stays, the better.
a dream come true.Prior to its conceptionthe poet feels likesomeone or somethingis withina limbless entitya touchless kiss,a lust free urgetouching you,kissing you,hugging you,embracing you,fingering atall the strings of the heartlaceratingall the veils of desireslickingall the tenderness withingaggingall the chaosinside the locked corridor.of the soul.And here starts the nausea..The first vomits initiatedSign of impregnationAnd the idea…
Sing with itLike a tiny kidThrilling.
