All are united.
All is one
In exhalation
And inhalation.
All digested
All assimilated.
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ଉଡୁଛି କିଏ?
କଣ ସିଏସତରେ ପକ୍ଷୀ!ଏମିତି ସେମିତି କହିନିଜ ଚାରିଆଡେକବଚଟିଏ ଗଢୁଛ କି?କଣ ପାଇଁ?ଲୋକେ କଣ କିଛିପାରୁ ନାହାନ୍ତି ଜାଣି?ଯାହାକୁ ଯେମିତିସୁହାଉଛି କଣ୍ଟାବାଡରେଯାଇ ଲଟକୁଛି ।କହିଲେ ହିନସ୍ତା ମାଛି!
नेइ कहेले
नेइ जानलेभलअसारकेन्ता रहिहेबा!रहु रहुहजि जउछु सभे।हजु हजुकहिदउछु अछु।आरु थाइ थाइनेइ रहिहेबारइन किआरु केन।केनटाके काणा कहेब!
I am not
Correct.My supremacy dependsOn you –Not correct.I am auspicious,I am your reflection –Not correct.I am the cause ofAll conditional life –Correct.I am powerful-Not correct.I am powerless –Also not correct.Carefully I amFollowing the truth –Correct.I am living likeYour shadow –Also correct.Correct and not correct,Both are correct.And find no cataract.
I want to live
Full time is hereWith me.I amMy manifestationIn full.Full-timeLiving andRuling andAll-pervading.I myselfA celestial beingAll and full divine.
No sympathy
For you areCorrupt,Leader though,You are.Go to the hellOr to anywhereAnd you areNot to come here.No placeFor you,For you areBlack in color.
Say about the day
My dear set your own gearGo not far but stay near.In life everything is fairTime here take care.All about loveNothing bluff.
Like a ton of bricks,
And you realize
Too late,
How to guide your life
And avoid ‘all free’
And stupid, risks.
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To use language,
Is such an abuse!It’s more than a sin,It’s using a unique gift,Just to win.
Sometimes,
Misunderstood,Thrown in a corner,No can, no could,No love, no would,Alone,Who should,Go on?Pity,Those loveless ones,All Alone,In moonless ponds.Waiting for the sun.
One poem brings on another
All of them take you farther,In the world you wish to attain.
You give me calm,
What do I need?You are the best,Amongst tall trees,The greenest one,That gives me shade,From burning sun,I wonder how,And why we met,Was I in love?Oh no, not yet,I had to feel,Deep in your heart,To know just then,We’d never part.
What makes a poet?
Translated into words,Tying to capture clarity,From all that is blurred?What makes a Poet?I really don’t know,But I knowYou can’t teach itNor in your garden, grow.
Ever so grateful
No greater rewardFor a poet,Than to be read,And a few words said,More welcomeThan Golden Thread.Thank you!