Sunday, 30 April 2017

....मैं लिखूंगा ऐसे एक गीत...

....मैं लिखूंगा ऐसे एक गीत...

जब से खुली है आँखें
तभी कर रहा हूँ मानो तुम्हारी इंतज़ार,
पंखों में आयी है जान
जब से पाया है मैंने तुम्हारा प्यार,
साँसों में भर चूका है अब
जीनेका अनोखा उमंग,
मैं तो निकल पडा हूँ अब दूसरों के शहर में
हाथ में लग चूका है मेरा
अजनवियों को अपनाने का
इंद्रधनुष का रंग .....

काश
भूलना इतना आसान होता !
सह पाना आसान होते ये तोड़े गए वादे !
गिरते, सम्भलते ,
फिर गिर कर उठते
कसमें खाए न जाते हाथ में मिलाये हाथ,
बिखरे सपनों को सजाते सँवारते
शपथ न दिलाये जाते चलने को साथ साथ ।

में लिखूंगा ऐसे एक गीत
जो छू जाए हर प्राण हर धड़कन को
किसी के मेहरवानी से
कबि बनना मुझे हरगिज पसंद नहीं
दवाव नहीं
न मुझ पे किसीका एहसान है
मैं चलूँ खुद के पैरों पर
न किसी का बैशाखियों की जरुरत है..
किसी के मदद की चाह भी नहीं मुझे
न मांगने का फुरसत है...

IT IS THE HEAVEN'S GATE

IT IS THE HEAVEN'S GATE

You are so simple
Yet, you are the queen of style..
The sweet breeze of spring
Does brings your smile ..
You touch the depth of emotional Nile..
When you speak something
The air spreads the scent of cockoo's bliss..
And you move away your lips when I wish to kiss..

Your eyes are the citadel of the world of beauty
You cast a glance and lo, it is heaven's gate..
Don't blame the Creator, please
You were the need of the hour
The Lord was helpless and you were the best...

There is no pain, dear
If tears role down the cheeks..
It is deep anguish when they melt into the eyes
And silence speaks..
When the doors keep close to the heart
The windows must crackle..
Don't say anything my love
Let the drops do sparkle...

Rights reserved.
BY SACTCHIDANANDA MISHRA

Saturday, 29 April 2017

....LISTEN TO MY SONG...

....LISTEN TO MY SONG...

Why did you creat me O God
Bound me in the net of attachment ?
Swung me into the swirl of desire and fraud
Your home was ever sweet and ever fragrant.

The encouragement, the fillip you gave
In the darkness to implore ahead
The path you created of affection and love
The light around me of anything not to be afraid

Dreams are your fertile idea O Lord
And the night with limitless darkness
The stars in the vast sky with artful accord
You have created O Almighty with trust afresh.

I am your servant and you are my love
With your approval I commit any wrong
Master you are and my guide in this sojourn
Excuse my deeds please listen to my song.

BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA

Subhashitani..

Subhashitani

येषां न विद्या न तपो न दानं
     ज्ञानं न शीलं न गुणो न धर्मः ।
ते मर्त्यलोके भुविभारभूता
    मनुष्यरूपेण मृगाश्चरन्ति ॥


This is another top quoted Sanskrit verse from Shubhashitani..The well said texts, by great sages of ancient India. Here, we have been enumerated seven virtues of humanity that differentiate the humans from other grazing animals.
We learn how humans are liabilities on the intelligent earth. The virtues are discussed below with relative values in human behaviour.
1. विद्या...Education is the most necessary factor that separates man from other grazing animals. It is the training of spiritual as well as technical know-how which polishes human living style. The grazing animals on the other hand, need the physical expertise of running to escape from danger. Food and sex are the only things they need in their lives for success. Physical strength is the only instrument with them.
2. तपः Penance or hard work is another specific quality that makes humans unique. Through, constant exercise and hard work, humans gets the maximum result with minimum output. Effort and practice makes them more successful than other animals who take the life easy going.
3. दानं ..Charity is the next virtue which puts human on higher stage. It is the indication of strong emotional values and the softer side of mental strength and conscience.
4.  ज्ञानं .. Knowledge is the superior thought process in humanity which can be acquired through experience guided by education, training and wisdom. Humans try to gain more and more, which is not seen in grazing animals.
5. शीलं..Virtues like Pity, pardon, kindness, truthfulness and behavioural purity are exclusively found in human beings.
6.  गुणं ..Qualities like courage, braveness and simplicity are not seen except humans and they take these factors as the way of tensionless life style.
7. धर्म ..Code of conduct is the most differentiating platform on which humans only tread. This is the way of making the world a disciplined and cultured place to live in peace with cordial relationship with all the stakeholders.
It is not that all humans are laced with these above mentioned virtues. The message here given is, the humans who don't practise the above virtues are equal to grazing animals. They live as liabilities to human race.

Let us find out if we fit to be humans on the platform of this verse or not.

Compiled by
SACHIDANAND MISHRA

...ଆସିବାକୁ କହିଥିଲ ଆସିଲନି...

...ଆସିବାକୁ କହିଥିଲ ଆସିଲନି...

ସପନରେ ଦେଖିଥିଲି ଖାଲି ଯାହା
ନିଶବଦ ରାତି ଆଉ ରହିଲାନି
ଜୀବନ କବାଟ ଫାଙ୍କେ ଦେଖିଲିନି
ନୁପୁର ନିକ୍ୱଣିତ
ପଦପାତେ ସୁନ୍ଦରୀ ଗୋ
ଆସିବାକୁ କହିଥିଲ ଆସିଲନି...


ଚଇତି ବହିଲା ମନ୍ଦେ
କୋଇଲି ଗାଇଲା ଛନ୍ଦେ
ଆମ୍ର କାନନେ ହେଲା
ସ୍ୱୟଂବର ବକୁଳ ବିଥି ର
ଦଶଦିଗେ ବିଞ୍ଚିଗଲା ଅରୁଣିମା
ସ୍ନେହବୋଳା ଅଲିଭା ଅବିର
ମଧୁମକ୍ଷୀ କଲେ ବୃନ୍ଦଗାନ
ଆମନ୍ତ୍ରଣ ବିଧୁରିତ ଶୁଭସଙ୍ଗୀତର
ଅପଲକ ନୟନ ଚାହିଁଲି ଗୋ
ନବନିତ ନିତମ୍ବିନୀ ଆସିଲନି ..
ଦେଖିଥିଲି ସପନରେ ଖାଲି ଯାହା
ଜୀବନଯମୁନା କୂଳେ ଦେଖିଲିନି...

I had seen you in dream only
But I missed the soundless night
I couldn't see you through the door hole
You had promised to come O beauty
With the sound of ankle bell
But, never came.

The spring blew the breeze
The cockoo sang in rhythmic tempo
Mango flowers participated
In Swayambar, to select suitable grooms.
The directions got sprayed in red glow
Of the red powder of love
Honey bees sang in chorus
The music of invitation
Waited and waited with unlinked eyes
Never turned up O beauty with heavy buttocks
I had seen you only in dreams
Never saw you on the banks of
Yamuna of my life..

BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA.

Friday, 28 April 2017

....MUSING...



....MUSING...

You were ever sweet to me
Your memory was sweeter than that
Your promises for ever to stay with me
Were the sweetest deal I am now forced to combat.

Life is cosier with fulfilled wishes
Expectations are all wild bulls
The more the merrier with poured blisses
The sour the sorrier is chanted in the realm of fools.

Pride makes no prudence, friends
It is the prejudice that mars the judgement
Let's compete with the positive trends
Let us present a sense in literary firmament.

Let the awards be free birds
Let them pearch on branch of their own liking..
Blessed are those with deserving words
Let's hope for the best, pals let's welcome the musing..

BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA

Thursday, 27 April 2017

YES, IT IS ME WHO HAS SEEN ALL

YES, IT IS ME WHO HAS SEEN ALL

Life is so beautiful but it can reach its last
Man can preach the heaven, yet its promise can fall
Heart can bleed and bleed to breath its last
Yes, it is me , the sole witness who has seen it all..

There is no time to kiss the morning a healthy welcome
Clean air has been replaced by a hot morning tea..
The water is exploited, it is no more the flowing nectar
The flowers have lost their colour, no target for busy bee..

The flora has been defiled to the hilt, its sanctity molested
The forest, the trees no longer are taller than wishes
The easels of vales, hills and silvery streams is ghastly painted
The evening sky is attractive  , no welcome when Sun rises.

The music of is lost now, without the majesty of soft attire
The forest path has lost its purity, the sound of fallen leaves
The beast has overpowered beauty, with earth in tear
Nobody is there to sing a lulbi when the heavy heart heaves..

BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA

अगर हम हमारे मालिक होते had we been our own master

अगर हम हमारे मालिक होते

कितना अच्छा होता, मोनालिसा
अगर हम हमारे मालिक होते
हमारे इच्छाएं हमारे होते
और हम आशियाँ न ढूंढते फिरते..
जिंदगी बन जाता है दुर्भर कभी
न जाने किस रंध्र से बजता है वंशी
कृष्ण बनना छोड़ दीजिए जी
गांडीव भी अपना  ऐसी उठाई नहीं जाती...
दिल टूटता नहीं दोस्त..
लचीला हर तरह से है..
कोई तोडना चाहे तो
ईज्जत
तोडनेवालों के लिए भी है..
तुम चलो
हम तेरे पीछे पीछे ही चलते हैं
हमें इतना गैर गुजरा समझिये न जी
हम जो तेरे पुराने आशिक़ हैं...

How nice it would have been, Monalisa ?
Had we been our own boss.
Our desires would had ben ours
And we won't wander to find a shelter..
Life turns undurable sometimes
Do not know through which stomata the flute sings
Do not ever try to play a  Krishna, dear
Even the Gandiv  is not picked up at ease..
Don't lose heart, friend..
Let us be flexible every way.
If anyone wants to break
Let's have honor
Also for the offenders ..
Carry on
With me behind you
Do not underestimate us so much
I am your consistant lover.

Wednesday, 26 April 2017

....COME SAKHI COME...

...COME SAKHI COME...

When every path is closed
You come to picture
When you were with me
Life was never so blindfolded
The nerve is now lost, perhaps for ever
Come Sakhi, touch me please
Don't leave me alone, scolded...

Touch me on my forehead, feel my warmth a bit raised
Life is a game, once you told me with a soothing breeze..
Cups have gone all dry, bottles empty don't know when were blazed
Raise my head a little Sakhi, sit, look into my eyes for a moment please..

If prayer can heal the words, let us pray from the core of our hearts..
If care can fill emptiness, come Sakhi let me touch your feet..
Sweet can be tasted sweeter, it is the sweetest when mind asserts..
Paint me with a little love, come Sakhi come, spread is my life sheet..

@koutilyamsachi.blogspot.com
BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA

ସକାଳ ର ସଅଳ ଆବେଗ

ସକାଳ ର ସଅଳ ଆବେଗ
ସ୍ୱପ୍ନର ଅପହଞ୍ଚ ଇଲାକାଠୁଁ ଅନେକ ଭଲ
ଆହୁରି ଭଲ
ଅନିଶ୍ଚିତ ଭବିଷ୍ୟତ ର ଯୁପକାଠ ଠାରୁ
ସାମ୍ନାରେ ଥିବା
ତିଳତଣ୍ଡୁଳିତ ଖରାର ମହକ
ବିରହୀ ଯକ୍ଷର
ଆତୁର ବିଳାପ ତ କିଛି ନୁହେଁ
ସବୁଠୁଁ ଦୁଃସହ
ଅନାମନ୍ତ୍ରିତ ସମ୍ବେଦନା ର
ଅଫୁରନ୍ତ ଝର....

ତମ ମନ ଟା ଯେ ଗୋଟେ
ଉଧାର ଦାନ ର ବିଧୁରିତ ବିଡମ୍ବନା
ତମେ ଜଣେ ଅନହୁତ ସ୍ମୃତିର ଅବାରିତ ଧାରା
ନିଦାରୁଣ ନିଦାଘର
ପ୍ରିୟ ମିତ୍ର ବିଦଗ୍ଧ ସାହାରା...
ମୋନାଲିସା !
ତମେ ସ୍ୱୟଂ ସ୍ମୃତିର ଅପହଞ୍ଚ ପ୍ରୀତିଝରା...
ଅନାହତ ବଂଶୀସ୍ଵନ
ସୁନା ଶୋରିଷ କ୍ଷେତର  କୁଞ୍ଜବନ...
ଆଉ ମୁଁ
ତପ୍ତ ବୈତରଣୀ ପଥର ପଥିକ
ବିକ୍ଷୁବ୍ଧ ବିପ୍ରଲମ୍ଭ ଗ୍ରସ୍ତ ବାବନା ଭୂତ...

The early upsurge of the morning is far better than the unreachable  arena of dreams
Far more greater is
The scent of the sun in front
Wearing mixture of white and shade
Than the gillotine of ever uncertain future
The pitiable cry of the love lorn Yaksha is nothing
The most unbearable
Is the ever flowing fountain of
Uninvited sympathy

Your feelings are a scorching irony
Of a borrowed gift
You are an ever flowing line of unwanted memorabilia..
Scorched Sahara,
The dearest friend of cruel Summer..
Monalisa
You yourself are an unreachable stream of love
An unheard number in flute
A mangrove of golden field of flowering mustard
When I am a traveller on the path of the hot Vaitarani
And tormented, separated dwarf departed soul.

@koutilyamsachi.blogspot.com
ସଚ୍ଚିଦାନନ୍ଦ ମିଶ୍ର

Tuesday, 25 April 2017

....सुन सखी...

....सुन सखी...

सुन सखी
तरस तो खा...
जिंदगी इतना सरल नहीं है रे...
अब तो कुछ नहीं रहा..
बरखा आयी थीे
कई दिनों के बाद...
बस चली गयी सावन के साथ...
आ, बैठ
आंखों से मेरे पर्दा उठा..
हो सके तो पकड़ मुझे
और धीरे से बिठा...

सपनें देखे नहीं जाते
आ जाते हैं कभी कभी...
अपनें भूले नहीं पाते
कोशिश सैकड़ों कर लें भी....
सीमाओं की बात छोड़
इरादों के राह तो मत मोड़
प्यालों को भरने में देर मत कर
उधार की सांसों से जी भी मत भर...
अब आ सखी
दो घूंट और ला
घुंटों से जिंदगी उभर न सके
तो तरस तो खा....

Listen Sakhi
Have pity
Life is not so simple my dear
Now that nothing remains..
It rained
After a long time ...
Just fled with Sawan ...
Come sit
Lift curtain from eyes.
If possible, hold me
And let me be s eated  slowly ...

Dreams are not seen on demand
Sometimes they come uninvited..
You can not forget nears and dears
However you may try..
Don't talk of bounderies
Do not turn the path of intentions..
Hurry up and fill in the cups..
Do not placate me with the borrowed breaths...
Come now
Bring a couple of sips more
If my life won't cope up with sips
Have pity.

koutilyamsachi.blogspot.com
BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA

REFLECTION OF OUR LOVE.

REFLECTION OF OUR LOVE.

When you try to find somebody
Distance away
And suudenly, out of the blue you get a call
Your spirit gets a fillip no matter how sad you may
It is the answer to the reflection of your soul...

The world is a sweet place, if you see your place in it
Sweeter it is if you find somebody looking for you
The day of all I swear will  be the sweetest bit
Making others happy when you will miss your view.


When your feet move in rhythm with your eyes on mine
Holding your palm when I feel your throb
With the warmest ever colour your lips do shine
It is the tuning of our minds dear, it is the reflection of our love.

koutilyamsachi.blogspot.com
BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA

.... I AM A MENDICANT, YOGI

.... I AM A MENDICANT, YOGI

I am a mendicant, Yogi
I relate to Yoga...
I know how to connect with hearts
Your blessings I do love.

I have no business with enjoyment
I seek your co-operations
Let us live our lives friends
Let me love you with passion..
I am a mendicant, Yogi
I relate to Yoga...
I know how to connect with hearts
Your blessings I do love.

Let us make a new age
Let us create hope on time's page
Let us bring smile to every lips
Let join shoulder to shoulder
And light lamps of new fillips.
I am a mendicant, Yogi
I relate to Yoga...
I know how to connect with hearts
Your blessings I do love.

It is so easy
To meet eyes with eyes
It is so easy
To kiss the death for other's cause
When we walk with our hands in hands
Our goal is not out of reach
To rely on one another
With open heart let's beseech...
I am a mendicant, Yogi
I relate to Yoga...
I know how to connect with hearts
Your blessings I do love.

Who is my own and who is not
This land is mine
Along with all inhabitants
These are all my subjects
And I am with them
For the time entire
I will stay with their frame.
I am a mendicant, Yogi
I relate to Yoga...
I know how to connect with hearts
Your blessings I do love.

koutilyamsachi.blogspot.com
BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....मैं योगी हूँ.....

.....मैं योगी हूँ.....

मैं योगी हूँ, योग से मेरा नाता है...
दिलों से जुड़ना जानता हूँ मैं
आप की आशीर्वाद ही मुझे भाता है...

भोग से वास्ता नहीं मुझे
सहयोग की कामना करता हूँ...
जिंदगी जीना है हमें
प्यार की इजहार की राह धरता हूँ..
मैं योगी हूँ, योग से मेरा नाता है...
दिलों से जुड़ना जानता हूँ मैं
आप की आशीर्वाद ही मुझे भाता है...

चलें.. नया युग वनाएँ..
काल के कपाल पर आश जगाएं
हर होठों पर मुस्कराहट लाएं
कंधे से कन्धा मिलाएं और
नयी उम्मीदों का दिया जलाएं...
मैं योगी हूँ, योग से मेरा नाता है...
दिलों से जुड़ना जानता हूँ मैं
आप की आशीर्वाद ही मुझे भाता है...

कितना आसान है आँखों से आँखें मिलाना
कितना आसान है दूसरों के लिए मर मिटना
हाथ से हाथ मिलाकर चलें
तो मंजिल कभी दूर नहीं...
भरोसे पर खरा उतरना दुरूह नहीं..
मैं योगी हूँ, योग से मेरा नाता है...
दिलों से जुड़ना जानता हूँ मैं
आप की आशीर्वाद ही मुझे भाता है...

कौन अपना है और कौन पराया
यह मुल्क मेरा है इसके वासीदें मेरे..
मैं उनके साथ हूँ और ये हैं मेरे प्रजा
उन्हीं के साथ रहूँगा मैं सांझ सवेरे..
मैं योगी हूँ, योग से मेरा नाता है...
दिलों से जुड़ना जानता हूँ मैं
आप की आशीर्वाद ही मुझे भाता है...

सच्चिदानन्द मिश्र
@स्वत्व संरक्षित

Monday, 24 April 2017

I love all languages.

I love all languages because I want to impress my friends from all over the world. I belong to the whole world and I love connect my friends in their tongue.

मुझे सभी भाषाओं से प्यार है क्योंकि मैं अपने दोस्तों को दुनिया भर से प्रभावित करना चाहता हूं। मैं पूरी दुनिया स जुड़ा हूँ और मुझे अपने दोस्तों से उनकी भाषा से जुड़ना अच्छा लगता है।

আমি সমস্ত ভাষা পছন্দ করি কারণ আমি সারা বিশ্বের সবাইকে আমার বন্ধুদের প্রভাবিত করতে চাই। আমি সমগ্র বিশ্বের অন্তর্গত এবং আমি তাদের ভাষা তাদের বন্ধুদের সাথে যোগাযোগ ভালবাসা।

હું બધી ભાષાઓને પ્રેમ કરું છું કારણ કે હું સમગ્ર વિશ્વમાં મારા મિત્રોને પ્રભાવિત કરવા માંગુ છું. હું આખું વિશ્વનું છું અને મને મારા મિત્રોને તેમની ભાષામાં જોડવામાં ગમે છે.

मला सर्व भाषा आवडतात कारण मला माझ्या जगभरातून माझ्या मित्रांना छापण्याची इच्छा आहे. मी संपूर्ण जगाशी संबंधित आहे आणि मला माझ्या मित्रांना त्यांच्या भाषेमध्ये जोडणे आवडते.

ನಾನು ಪ್ರಪಂಚದಾದ್ಯಂತದ ನನ್ನ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರನ್ನು ಮೆಚ್ಚಿಸಲು ಬಯಸುವ ಕಾರಣ ನಾನು ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಭಾಷೆಗಳನ್ನೂ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸುತ್ತೇನೆ. ನಾನು ಇಡೀ ಪ್ರಪಂಚಕ್ಕೆ ಸೇರಿದಿದ್ದೇನೆ ಮತ್ತು ನನ್ನ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರನ್ನು ಅವರ ಭಾಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಸಂಪರ್ಕಿಸಲು ನಾನು ಪ್ರೀತಿಸುತ್ತೇನೆ.

म सबै दुनिया भर देखि मेरो साथी प्रभावित गर्न चाहनुहुन्छ किनभने म सबै भाषामा प्रेम। म सारा संसार हौं र म आफ्नो भाषा मा मेरो साथी जडान प्रेम।

ഞാൻ ലോകമെമ്പാടും നിന്ന് എന്റെ സുഹൃത്തുക്കളെ ആകർഷിക്കാൻ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നതിനാൽ എല്ലാ ഭാഷകളും ഞാൻ ഇഷ്ടപ്പെടുന്നു. ഞാൻ ലോകം മുഴുവനുമാണ്. എന്റെ സുഹൃത്തുക്കളെ അവരുടെ ഭാഷയിൽ ബന്ധിപ്പിക്കാൻ ഞാൻ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നു.


මම සියලු භාෂා ආදරය මම ලොව පුරා මගේ මිතුරන් විශ්මයට කිරීමට අවශ්ය නිසා. මම මුළු ලෝකයට අයිති මම ඔවුන්ගේ භාෂාවෙන් මගේ මිතුරන් සම්බන්ධ ආදරෙයි.

நான் எல்லா மொழிகளையும் நேசிக்கிறேன், ஏனென்றால் உலகம் முழுவதிலிருந்தும் என் நண்பர்களை கவர்ந்திழுக்க விரும்புகிறேன். நான் உலகம் முழுவதையும் சேர்ந்தவன், என்னுடைய நண்பர்களை அவர்கள் மொழியில் இணைக்க விரும்புகிறேன்.

ప్రపంచం మొత్తం నుండి నా స్నేహితులను ఆకట్టుకోవడానికి నేను అన్ని భాషలను ప్రేమిస్తున్నాను. నేను మొత్తం ప్రపంచానికి చెందుతున్నాను మరియు నా స్నేహితులను వారి భాషలో అనుసంధానిస్తాను.

Thanks.
BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA




କଥା ଆହୁରି ଅଛି..THERE IS A LOT MORE TO SPEAK

କଥା ଆହୁରି ଅଛି

କଥା ଆହୁରି ବହୁତ ଅଛି...
ମୋ ଗାଁ
ଯୋଉଠି ହସୁଥିଲା
ଦାନ୍ତ ଦେଖେଇ
ହସି ହସି ଆକେତା ମକେତା ହଉଥିଲା
କୁଣ୍ଢେଇ ପକେଇ
ଆଜି ଓଠ ଲମ୍ବୋଉଛି
ନାଆଁକୁ ମାତ୍ର
ଦଳୀୟ ରାଜନୀତି ରେ ପଶି
କାଦୁଅ ସାଲୁବାଲୁ
ସେ ବୁଢା ବୁଢା ଆଉ ନାହାନ୍ତି
ଯାହା ପାଖକୁ ଗଲେ
ସବୁ ଆପେ ଆପେ ଫଇସଲା ହଉଥିଲା
ଏବେ କଚିରି କାରବାର ବେଶୀ
ଟୋକା ଟୋକାଏ ଏବେ
ଓକିଲାତି କରୁଛନ୍ତି
ପଖାଳ ଖାଇ ଚାଷ ନୁହଁ
ତାଶ ବାଡ଼ଉଚନ୍ତି
ଦି ଟଙ୍କିଆ ଚାଉଳ
ପାଞ୍ଚ ଟଙ୍କାରେ ମିଲ
ସାଇ ମୁଣ୍ଡରେ ପାଉଚ
ଭେଣ୍ଡିଆଏ ଏବେ ହେଣ୍ଡି ମାରୁଛନ୍ତି
ନାଇଁ ବଇଠକି ନାଇଁ ସମିତି
ମନ୍ଦିର ଭଗତ ଘର ଖାଲି ପଡିଛି
ନାଇଁ ହରିବଂଶ ନଇଁ ଆଳତି
କଥା ଯିବ କୁଆଡେ
ଆହୁରି ଅଛି...

ଗାଈ ଗୋଠ ଆଉ ନାଇଁ
ନାଇଁ ଆଉ ଗଉଡ଼ ଟୋକାର ଡାକ
ଲମ୍ବା କେନ୍ଦୁ ପାଞ୍ଚଣ ପେଇଁ ଆଉ ଜଙ୍ଗଲ ନାଇଁ
ଟଣ ଟଣ ଆଉ ଟପା ଶୁଭୁନି
ପଡିଆ ନଇଁ କି ଟାଙ୍ଗି ଟୋକର ନାଇଁ
ସାଇ ରାସ୍ତା ସବୁ ସିମିଟି ହେଲାଣି
ଶଗଡ଼ ନଇଁ କି ନଙ୍ଗଳ ନାଇଁ
ପିଲେ ପିନ୍ଧୁଛନ୍ତି ବେଗି ପେଏଣ୍ଟ
କଛା ମାରିବାକୁ କସ୍ତା ନାଇଁ
ମାଙ୍କଡ ଡରରେ ମରିଚ ଗଛ ବି ନାଇଁ
ଘର ଚଟିଆଙ୍କ ବଉଁଶ ବୁଡିଛି
ଇନ୍ଦିରା ଆବାସ ରେ ଚାଳ ହିଁ ନାଇଁ..
ଗାଆଁ ମୋ ଚାଲିଛି ନାଇଁ ରେ ନାଇଁ...
କଥା ତ ଅଛି...

THERE IS A LOT MORE TO SPEAK

There are a lot of things to tell.
Once my village was laughing full heart
Embracing with open arms
Is now simply smiling for name sake.
Sprinkled with mud the whole is
In political entanglement
Won't find any wise white head
Who settled all heartache
Only red walled court prevails
Young folks are legal wizards
Agriculture no longer thrives on watered rice
Playing cards rule the roost
Rice available in two rupees
Meals in five
Pouches rain at the street end
Youth is misguided
Won't find club meetings
Temple and worship hall are empty
No sacred reading no worship
You have a lot to listen
And a lot to speak..

Herds of cattle no more seen
No call of the cow boy
Jungle is already lost for a long stick of Kendu..
No Tappa sound heard
No trace of grazing ground
No sign of dry land
Street roads are cemented
Bullock carts and ploughs have all vanished
Children wear baggie pants
Long cloths not used now
Chilly plants are lost in monkey menace
Sparrows have gone extinct
IAY has replaced thatched houses
The village life is full with nothing and nothing.

@all rights reserved
BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA

Saturday, 22 April 2017

...MOTHER EARTH...

...MOTHER EARTH...

When everything else fails
It is mother to look at
When every body hails
Mother is nowhere to be seen...
Pardon me O noblest soul
If I treat you last
It is you, the last resort
Against which I am to lean..
If we have exploited to the hilt
It is you o Mother earth..
If we are proven unfaithful ever
It is you and your pure faith..
Your water, your air, your love and care..
The full of everything we have done and dare..
Without you, we are meek and feeble
Without your grace mother we are in trouble and trouble...
Take us to your circle Ma, your lap is heaven for us..
Love us, forgive us, your children we are you are our boss.


Friday, 21 April 2017

....TOMORROW....

....TOMORROW....

Love is longing and longing is love
You told that day with your brows dancing
I was given the opportunity so soon  to prove
We are no longer with each other clinging.

Sweet are the days of union and together
Sweeter are those with longing and only so
Love is enchanting when nearest are felt dearer
When we long for a knock at the door or call of the crow..

We have to leave the past, sooner we learn, the better.
Today is our cup of tea, let us be happy with it
Let us hope for the best, if we see tomorrow, not sure
Let us sweep it clean, kiss me pl with our eyes lit.

A discussion on Nationalism.

A discussion on Nationalism.

Much is being discussed on an issue of national feeling. A lot is being gurgled against the present surge in Nationalism and it's repercussion since the present Government at center took charge. A general feeling is being created that this feeling is bad for national integration and unity of country. Some groups are feeling isolated. A fear psychosis is being created in the public. Some media channels are taking much interest in highlighting the issue in a negative way. Everybody is defining Nationalism in his own way as if India is not a nation itself... All the stakeholders are not under one sense of unity in diversity. Then why is so ? What is the fear of being one nation? Does democracy mean anarchy ? Does it mean to speak in different voices and speak against oneness ? Is it to decide India into different sub parts on the basis of views? India was divided on the basis of religion once. Are we to divide it again because we are committed to democratic values and free speech concept ? Does respect to dissent mean to support sedition ? These are the questions we have to think over and discuss.

 “A parochial, selfish, narrow minded nationalism has caused so much misfortune and misery to the world. A mad and exaggerated form of this cult of nationalism is today running rampant….”...

The above quote was by a sworn communist M N Roy way back in 1942. This is the vedic lines now a days by a few like Justice A P Saga who spoke on a lecture recently and the whole world of dissent are united treating as a gospel. A few media channels are playing it to push into the brains of its sworn viewers.

What is Nationalism then ? Is it patriotism ?

Patriotism is love for one's country's territorial integrity, its flag, its oneness with a dedication to keep it up at the cost of one's life. Soldiers do possess this. Nationalism is a broader concept with love for one's culture, heritage, boarder, love, dedication and emotional bond. Nationalism can't be decided or diluted. It is necessary for maintaining unity in diversity. Those who propagate anything against unity, against oneness, national unity and its feeling can't talk or be followed on issues like this. The nation consists of a its territorial integrity and live for it for most of all. Those who talk of sedition don't come under freedom of speech banner. Rules and penal code are there, promulgated by constitution. All have to obey it. Freedom of speech doesn't grant freedom to raise finger at parents wish in part of a baby. Neither a thief nor an anti social has free hand to loot and cheat others on the strength of fundamental rights to earn his livelihood. Sedition is a crime and freedom of speech is within a certain parameter. How can be Nationalism be termed as Hindu Nationalism or those who oppose it ? Does the sworn hatred to term of Hindu make a demand to change the name of Hindustan ? Does secularism mean to oppose everything that Hinduism propagate ? Is Cow to be killed because Hindus term it their mother ? Can this be the only criteria for sticking on eating beef because it can be easily and cheaply available in the land of cows? Is it normal to allow it for vote bank politics ?

Indian nationalism is an instance of territorial nationalism, inclusive of all its people, despite their diverse ethnic and religious backgrounds. It continues to strongly influence the politics of India and reflects an opposition to the sectarian strands of Hindu nationalism and Muslim nationalism.

India has been devided once. It was because of selfish mechanism at that time for power.  It shouldn't afford another. It is time to talk in one voice and think. Freedom of speech, thinking, preach etc are meaningless and whoever goes against national feeling  must be identified. Democratic values never allow sedition and anti national preaching in whatever means it may be.

BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA.

କଥା ତ ଅଛି.


କଥା ତ ଅଛି


କଥା ତ ଅଛି...
ଦୋଳି ଖେଳିବା ପିଲା ଆଜି
ସହରରେ ଟଙ୍କା ଗୋଟୋଉଛି..
କଥା ତ ନିଶ୍ଚୟ ଅଛି...
ବାଜି ରାଉତ ଚାରି ନମ୍ବର ମାଛ ହାଟରେ ଦଲାଲୀ କରୁଛି..
ଅନନ୍ତା ରାସ୍ତାକଡରେ ଚପ ଖାଉଛି...
ଧରମା ସମୁଦ୍ରକୂଳେ ଚିଙ୍ଗୁଡ଼ି ବିକୁଛି...
କଥା ତ ନିଶ୍ଚୟ ଅଛି...
ବିଲୁଆ ନନା ତାଳ ଫୋଟକା କୁ ଡରି
ପୋଲତଳେ ଲୁଚିଛି..
ଏବେ ସହର ଭିତରେ ଡାକ୍ତରଖାନା ର
ଅଳିଆ ଖାଉଛି...
କଥା ଯିବ କୁଆଡେ ଭାଇ ? ଆମରି ଭିତରେ ଅଛି..

କଥା ଅଛି ଭାଇ
ସବୁ ଅଛି
ଯିଏ ଦେଶ ପାଇଁ ଜୀବନ ଲଗେଇ
ମେଡାଲ ଆଣିଥିଲା
ସିଏ ସାଇ ସାଇ ବୁଲି ଶୁଖୁଆ ବିକୁଛି...
ରକତ ବୁହାଇ ଯିଏ ଫସଲ କାଟୁଥିଲା
ମୁଣ୍ଡ ଝାଳ ତୁଣ୍ଡରେ ମାରି
ମାଟିରେ ମୁହଁ ଦେଖୁଥିଲା
ଖୋଜକୁ ଲକ୍ଷେରେ ବିଲ ବିକୁଛି...
ଘିଅରେ ଖାଇ ଖୀରରେ ଆଞ୍ଚେଇବା ଲୋକ
ନାଲି ଚାହା ପିଇ ହାକୁଟି ମାରୁଚି...
ଅଛି ଭାଇ, ସବୁ ଏବେ ବି ଅଛି...

କଥା ଅଛି..
କୁଆଡେ ଯିବ ?
ମୋ ଗାଁ ଯେମିତି ଥିଲା
ଏବେ ବି ସେମିତି ଅଛି...
ଘର ସବୁ ସେମିତି ଥିଲା
ଲୋକ ଆସୁଥିଲେ ଯାଉଥିଲେ
ଘର ଭିତରେ ଏବେ କାନ୍ଥ ପଡୁଛି...
ଲୋକ ନାହାନ୍ତି
ତାଟି ପଡୁଛି...
ମୁହଁ ରେ ହସ ନାହିଁ କାହାର
ଗୋଚର ଜମିରେ କଲେଜ ଠିଆ ହେଇଛି...
ଆମ୍ବତୋଟା ନାହିଁ
ପଟାସ ଗଛ ଲାଗିଛି...
ପୋଖରୀରେ ଆଉ ପଦ୍ମ ଫୁଟୁନି
ମାଛ ଚାଷ ହଉଚି...
ଥଣ୍ଡା ପାଣି ନାହିଁ ଆଉ
କୁକୁଡ଼ା ଲଣ୍ଡି ପଡୁଛି...
କଥା ଅଛି ଭାଇ...
ଯାହା ଥିଲା ଆଗରେ
ଏବେ ସବୁ ସେଇଆ ଅଛି...

Poetry..Definition

Poetry can't be a subversion as its definition. It is itself a subversion of fact. Definition should not be such type of loose cannon. When we ask "what is poetry ?" We have to be careful to offer a full proof definition. "It is a tree whose roots gnaw away at the rock." Yes, it can subvert. It can spoil its mission...Priority as we see now a days. Recently Jyoti babu quoted two such beautiful pieces. Both were the examples of gnawing at the rock...Below the belt. This is not passion, sir. Poetic passion is positive... Intending to bring newness...Novelty in its creativity. Not subvert g the very basic principles of Wordsworth. Not hatred..Not bad blood...Not destructive ideas... They are not poets
who do this... Foxes in disguise they are.. Blue hide jackals... Subversion in art occurred when the artist is negatively revolutionary with political protection....Hurting others... Other's value, faith, sentiment... Drawing Other's mother naked in the name of art. I agree with you ...With disagreement on issues.

Thursday, 20 April 2017

सिर्फ उन्हीं के याद

सिर्फ उन्हीं के याद

उन्हीं की याद
क्यों आती है मोनालिसा ?
जो उडान भर चुके हैं
गुजरे वक्त के साथ
कदम मिलाकर...
सिर्फ उन्हीं की याद
क्यों आती हैं
जो खो जाते है
बेवफाई के गहरे सुनापन में
अकेलेपन की दीआ जलाकर...
चले गये हैं जो
हल्के मेघों के साथ
पल भर के लिए भी जो
देखे न पलट के
उन्हीं की याद क्यों आती हैं मोनालिसा
क्यों टकराते हैं वे
अनचाहे
हर गली हर चौराहे पे

Why do they haunt
My memory, Monalisa ...
Those who have taken the flight
Keeping pace with
The passing  time..
Why are we tormented
With the memory of those
Who vanish in the deep recollection
Of infidelity
With burning lamp of loneliness...
Those who have gone
With light clouds
Who never looked back
Even for a moment..
Why do they haunt me,  Monalisa
Why do they collide
Unwanted
On every street and on every crossroads?

LANGUAGE OF YOUR EYES, ALAS

LANGUAGE OF YOUR EYES, ALAS

Who says that I am dejected ?
I am practising only the force of love
Who says that I am dejected ?
Let me justify my strong resolve..

Suffering is tasteful
Only when it fulfils the demand of truth
Suffering is inevitable
To follow the enviable and to extend the faith..

Sweet are the days of pink blue paints
Those days of the past with hopes of century
We have left honey so many vernal accents
Language of your eyes alas, are subject to memory..

@all right reserved
By David Amanda Mishra

VIOLETS ARE THE LOVLIEST

VIOLETS ARE THE LOVLIEST

Beauty is skin deep, O yes, it is in the eyes
Things are as they are, it is the beholder to see..
Connected to hearts, the earth is full of decency
Greed, meanness your mind is with deadwood it could be..

All that is big is not beautiful, I can't vouch
The small is always cute it is as clear as morning Sun
The grass under the feet never says an ouch
The smaller, the sweeter, let us make a little fun..

The best music is always in low pitch
Dance that connects the eyes rocks the stage
The smalls and littles are the loveliest and easy to reach
The violets are dearest of all, let's stop to gaze..

Wednesday, 19 April 2017

WRITING POETRY IS SO EASY

WRITING POETRY IS SO EASY

Writing poetry is sooo easy
Put a dictionary by the side..
Search words for rhyming
Meaning ? leave it my friend aside..
It is English Man, Nobody would take you for a ride.

Poetry is the language that only heart speaks
Poetry blooms there where eyes do meet
An ease as poetry is, its name assures that mind leaks
To lovelorns it is an oasis, with pleasure it  makes a treat.

It is poetry that sings from cradle to pyre
It is poetry that roots from the throbs of feeling
To touch every sorrow let me write  dear
Let me breath the tune to stir every soft of the string..

Poetry is the message that pours one's heart out.
It is an easel to paint the best and the worst
A field where all emotions with thoughts take sprout
It sings you my love, it catches your faith and trust.

ଫିଟିବ କବାଟ


 ଫିଟିବ କବାଟ

ଆକାଶ ଫାଟି ଯାଏନି
ସମ୍ପର୍କର ଯଉ ଘରେ
ନିଆଁ ଯେବେ ଲାଗିଯାଏ
ଭୂମିକମ୍ପ ହୁଏ ନାହିଁ
କବାଟ ଝରକା ଯଦି
ଖୋଲେ ନାଇଁ ସକାଳୁ ସକାଳୁ
ସତ କଥା କହିଦେଲେ
ମୁଖପୃଷ୍ଠା ହିସାବରୁ କଟିଯାଏ ନାଆଁ
ହେଲେ ବି ପଚାରିବିନି
କେମିତିକା ଭଦ୍ରଲୋକ ତମେ ।

ଲେଖିବ ବହୁତ କଥା
ସତ ମିଛ ଯୋଡି
ବଉଦ ଖଣ୍ଡ ଭିତରେ
ଚକମକ ମାରିବ ବିଜୁଳି
ବୁଝ ବା ନ ବୁଝ
ବାଜୁଥିବ ପାଞ୍ଚଜନ୍ୟ
ପଡୁଥିବ  ହରିବୋଲ ଆଉ ହୁଳହୁଳି
ପୁଷ୍ପବର୍ଷା ଖେଳୁଥିବ
ଗଗନ ପବନେ
ମହାମାନୀ ଦୁର୍ଯ୍ୟୋଧନ କରୁଥିବେ
ପାଣ୍ଡବଙ୍କ ମହାଳୟା ଶ୍ରାଦ୍ଧ
ମହାଯଜ୍ଞ କପଟ ପାଶାର
ଆଉ ଅସହାୟା ଦ୍ରୌପଦୀଙ୍କ ବସ୍ତ୍ରହରଣ ।

ଧର୍ମକ୍ଷେତ୍ର କୁରୁକ୍ଷେତ୍ର
ପରିଣତ ହେବନାହିଁ ଯବନ ର ଇତିହାସେ
ଅପସଂସ୍କୃତି ର ଫାସେ
ପଶିବନି ଚିତ୍ରଗ୍ରୀବ
ବସିଥାଅ କାନ ପାତି
ଛଦ୍ମବେଶୀ ଲଘୁପତନକ
ଜଗିଥାଅ ବାଟ
କାଟିବ ସୁନାର କ୍ଷେତ
ଫିଟିବ କବାଟ ।

When Lac house of relation catches fire
The sky never crumbles...
If doors and windows delay to open
There is no earth quake..
You are blocked from face book friendship
If you call a spade a spade...
I won't ask you the reason
I won't question your integrity, Gay..

Go on now
Carry on your cock and bull story
Let there be lightning in the dry clouds
Let the croanch Panchjanya blow
Be it's meaning not made out..
Let there be cheering and hooting
Shower of petals may fill the air
Let the great Duryodhana perform the last rites of live Pandavas,
Mahajajnya of treacherous dye
And unclothing of helpless Panchali...

Let Dharmakshetra Kurukshetra not turn into Greek history
Let Chitragriva not be entrapped in pseudo culture..
Sit O Laghupatanaka in disguise with your ears ready
Wait on the path to reap the crop..
As soon as the door opens...


A FLIGHT FROM YOUR TERRACE

A FLIGHT FROM YOUR TERRACE  @all rights reserved

A flight from your terrace, dear
how I wonder with you..
To the infinity holding your hands..
With your kisses imprinted on my soul
Let us paint us...our sojourn on the limitless sands...

A flight from your terrace, honey
With you and your sweet kisses..
Let us take a chance, love
Let us look each others eyes into with dreamy wishes...

Come come my dear, come with sweet wishes
Let us dream together to be one...
Let us swim in the ocean of desire
With the flight from your terrace dear, let us fly as a swan.

Indian village

So true. Indian villages have lost their identity altogether, thanks to these anti Indian secularists. Cattle, the lifeline of cultural heritage has been turned into an ego centric business pattern called pink revolution. Killing animals for earning money ? Where has this led to our socio-economic structure ? All land for cattle feeding has been usurped by land mafia..That is politicians. Agriculture has been the worst hit. Fertile land, eager to produce has not seen the farmer for decades. Vote politics has cajoled the villagers to collect freebies and loans to be waived out later, and sit idle. Two rupees meals, one rupee grain.. Akshyaya Patra and so on have forced the laborious villagers to think otherwise. A chief minister does not know his mother tongue and yet is ruling a state for twenty years. Punjab, the grain bowl of India has all its farmers settled in Canada. These seculars have rooted themselves in Indian soil having polluted the air, water, culture, education, nationality, even the Constitution.

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

.....CHARM......

.....CHARM......

Falsehood can seldom be sweetened, sorry
Its not necessary to spread the broadsheet of past
What is gone, be it the lost page of history
Borrowed happiness do never last..

You often take offence, Monalisa
I am ever attentive
Anger in pretention is the hall mark in your love
Your beauty is enhanced at the slightest leave
You are as coyous as the humblest of a dove.

Simplicity can be so alluring
And a smile from your eyes is the strongest of balm
Love is immortal when the life does it sing
It is you who count princess, it is the magic of your charm.

....दुनिया इतनी बुरी नहीं...

....दुनिया इतनी बुरी नहीं...

हुश्न की परी हैं आप जी
सौंदर्य की अथल सागर भी आप
दिल को छूने की नाम क्या चीज है ?
परवरदिगार की दूसरी नाम हैं आप....
सुक्रिया जी.
उम्र की बात छोडो ना..
उदासी तेरेको भाती ही नहीं...
ऐसे ही हंसते रहो, मोनालिसा
दुनिया इतनी बुरी नहीं..
रहने दो... जहाँ तक भी आँखें जाते हैं
सिर्फ तुम ही तुम हो...
गुस्सा इतनी..
गजब ढा जाती हो तुम
फिर
मुस्करा कर सब कुछ भुला देती हो...
रूठना तुम्हें जो इतना पसंद है
मनाने का तुम क्या लोगी तो बोलो..
हर अदाओं की
खैर ख़ातिर करना जानते हैं हम
अरे हम तो तेरे पुराने आशिक़ हैं...

.... the world is not so bad ...

You are the angel of charm
Deep ocean of ​​Beauty also you are It is so simple to touch the heart in your part.
The second name of the Lord Almighty you are...
Thanks
Leave the issue of age
Sadness does not suit you.....
Come on Monalisa
Laugh like this.
The world is not so bad ..
Let it be ...
As far as eyes go
Only you are there.....
Anger so much in you !
Simply you work wonder
With a smile,
Everything you change in a moment..
Feeling offence is your cup of tea
Tell me how will you please
I know how to honor your every style
Hey, I am your century old lover....

Monday, 17 April 2017

Pablo Picasso... With a doll


Pablo Picasso... With a

A doll so lovely O coy, symbol of
A baby on feet with sweet dreams
A seeker of affection and  love yourself
With a shape of grass, sweeter, slim.

Simple child innocence as you are
With the white gown and ginger hair
Are you from fairy land O cutliest girl
Purity in your eyes as beautiful as pearl..

The blue sash at your waist
Like the splash of lightning
Over the white gown looks the best
Are you with a lull by to sing ?

You are naiver than the dove you hold
The bird speaks of the coolness supreme
Can't you move dear a little more bold ?
Kick the ball dear , be it as much serene..

Are you talking to the dove, baby
Kissing its beak with warm affection
Hold it a little close with your heart so heavy
Your eyes are speaking of cool compassion..

...ସତ କୁହ ମୋନାଲିସା....

....ସତ କୁହ ମୋନାଲିସା....

କୁଆଡେ ହଜିଲ ତମେ
ରାବିଲା ବେଳକୁ କୁଆ..
ମୋନାଲିସା
ତମେ ତ କେବେ
ନ ଥିଲ ଏମିତି ?
ଜୀବନ ଟା ଏତେ ଅସହଜ କିଆଁ ?
ଖୋଜୁ ଖୋଜୁ କାହାକୁ ବି
ହଜୁଚେ କାହିଁକି ଆମେ
ଜୀବନର ଚୌଛକିରେ ?

ଆସିବାକୁ କହିଥିଲ
ପସନ୍ଦ ପାଲିଙ୍କି ଚଢି..
ମୁହଁ ରେ ମେଞ୍ଚାଏ ବୋଳି
ଚଇତି ଅବିର..
ଲସର ପସର ହୋଇ
ଖାଇଥିଲ ରାଣ...
ହାତରେ ଲାଗେଇଥିବ
ମଂଜୁଆତି ମୋହନ ବୀଣାର..
ଆକ୍ଷିରେ ମୋ ଭରିଦବ
ସାତ ରଙ୍ଗ ଇନ୍ଦ୍ରଧନୁର...
ହୃଦୟ ର ସ୍ପନ୍ଦନ ରେ
ଆଙ୍କିଦେବ ଚୁମ୍ବନ ଜୀବନର...

ସତ କୁହ ମୋନାଲିସା
କେବେ ବଦଳିଲ ...
କେବେଠାରୁ ନିରୀହରେ
ଉପହାସ କଲ ...

Where did you get lost
Monalisa !
At the time of dawn ?
You were never so..
Why is the life so uneasy ?
Why are we getting lost
In the public square...

You assured to come
Riding a chocest palki
With a lot of vermilion
Besmeared in your face...
You had promised in a haste
To apply reddening paste
Of magic flute
In your palms..
You would apply
Seven colors of the Rainbow
In my eyes..
And would fill the throbs of my heart
With kisses of life..

Will you tell me the truth
Monalisa...
When you changed
Since when you
Caught jokes with
Simpletons...

....RING OF RAYS......

....RING OF RAYS......

sweet are those golden moment.
Sweeter are your memories dear,
The music of life does never torment
It is you, that stands that sweet memoir.

Love is majestic that touches the heart
Love is immortal when it kisses darkest days
Life blooms when time passes smooth and smart
Let us live and let live in the ring of the rays...

Dreams do occur in broad day light
Relations of dears and nears seldom sing
Days are gone of quarrel and fight
Witness you are, O wedding ring.

...LET ME SEEK YOUR GRACE...


...LET ME SEEK YOUR GRACE...

I can't term you a damsel Monalisa
For your beauty is not so cheap
Neither can I call you a pretty girl
You are far above the comments belief..

Your charm is devine my love
Your heart is wide enough to give me shelter
It is as soft as the white of a dove
I will be steady and ready now, never ever to falter.

Your promise is enough for me
I hear your foot steps at every pace
Your eyes are the pole star to see
At every sojourn my dear, let me seek your grace..

Sunday, 16 April 2017

...और बता दे कि तू साक़ी है...

....और बता दे कि तू साक़ी है...


मुझे गम नहीं
कि तुम नहीं हो
तेरे चले जाने की
न अबशोष है
जो चीज मुझे खाया जा रहा है
यह है कि तेरा एहसास है
तू हर तरफ है, ए बेदर्द !
तू सरक के बैठी हो यहीं प्याले में
मुझे तुम से जितना प्यार नहीं
डर है उतना तेरे उपहास से

दर्द कम नहीं होता
सिर्फ दिलासों से
साक़ी
भर प्याला
रात और बहुत बाकी है....
मौजदगी मेरा अब बस में नहीं
आ जा साक़ी
ठिपी खोल
और बता दे कि तू साक़ी है...

I'm not pained, dear
That you are not here..
Your leaving me
Is not abrasive altogether..
What is killing me
Is your realisation.
You are  every where, O feeling less !
You are very much in the cup...
I  love you not more than
I am afraid of your jibe ...

Pain does not decrease
Just from the consoletions Sakhi
Fill the cup
The night is to last longer ....
The situation is no longer in my control
Come come O Sakhi
Open the lid
And tell me that you are so ...

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BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA

Saturday, 15 April 2017

Subhashitani

 दानेन तुल्यो विधिरास्ति नान्यो
         लोभोच नान्योस्ति रिपुः पृथिव्या ।
    विभूषणं शीलसमं च नान्यत्
         सन्तोषतुल्यं धनमस्ति नान्यत् ॥

This is another much talked about verse from the minds of our able ancestors. Here, we are explained the real meanings of vital material terms like rituals, enemy, ornaments and wealth. Men do run after these material gains all through their life. They seek to gain them without actually knowing their true meaning. Naturally, the result is despair and failure. This verse clarifies in clear terms.

Man has encoded a fine rule book earmarking the points of code of conduct. Conduct, manners win heart and social goodwill for a healthy social relation. In one word, the best conduct is sacrifice..  .Charity.. .Generosity.. . ....Nobility...Liberality... It is this vertue of giving which has a multi sided ramification that wins over the good will as well as spiritual wealth. दानेन तुल्य विधिः अस्ति न अन्यः ...

We spend a great chunk of our life in fighting our enemies... The external ones. We are mistaken in identifying the true enemy. We superimpose enmity on wrong heads and so never vanquish them like legendary Don Quixote. The real enemy is GREED. Everything that harms is after shoot of this greed which clouds the conscience and positive thinking. लोभोच नान्योस्ति रिपुः

Man runs after ornaments, dresses and make up materials to make his appearance handsome, noticeable. But, it is the internal vertue that makes him more attractive and allured in society. Chastity is the key to his acceptability. Chastity of thought, of behaviour, of expectations.   विभूषणं शीलसमं च नान्यत् ...
Last, the wealth. It is the most sought after goal of the world. Goverment even propagate various ways to earn wealth. Here, satisfaction is said to be the greatest of wealth. Vertually, the purpose of earning wealth is happiness. न जाने धन के पीछे भागते भागते मानव क्या क्या न कर बैठता है...Not the other way as everybody believes.     सन्तोषतुल्यं धनमस्ति नान्यत्

Let us think over the above lines and contemplate. May be we add something in our own ways.

कुछ अच्छा करना है, तो देना सीखें। क्यों कि सबसे दुरूह वही है। शत्रु को हटाना है तो हर तरह की शत्रुओं का मूल लोभ को हटाएं। चारित्रिक शुद्धता... यानी दिलमें खोट न रखना... सहज और सरल बनें... जो कुछ करते हैं हम... सारी सुख सुविधाएं संतोष में निहित हैं। संतोष के लिए ज्यादा मूलधन नहीं चाहिए...जो मिलता है भगवान का दिया हुआ समझें... सुख मिलेगा... अबशोष नहीं रह जाएगा। सिर्फ स्मरण कर लें कि मालिक बैठा है ऊपर और सब देख रहा है... बस...
 Thanks.

Compiled by
SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA

क्या गुनाह किया ?

क्या गुनाह किया ?

अपना कहने को दिया गहरी शून्यता
प्रियतम से मिलने दिया चैन...
तेरी सरजना निहारने
मुझे उजाला चाहिए थी
रोशनी की जगह दी रैन...
प्रेम का गागर दिया..
ग़मों का सागर भी दिया...
करुणा के भरमार में तेरे
अगर दो बूंद आँसू मिलाया
तो क्या गुनाह किया ?
दर्द के पारावार में
तुम्ही ने धकेला है प्रभु
बर्वादी की दहकते प्याले से
अगर दो घूंट निगल भी लिया
तो कैसा गुनाह किया ?

@सर्वस्वत्त्व संरक्षित
श्री सच्चिदानंद मिश्र

..WHAT SIN DID I COMMIT O LORD..

Deep emptiness you gave
In the name of nearness
Patience awarded
To meet the dearest...
I wanted light
To behold your creation
Night replaced the Sun...
You gave the container of love
The ocean of sorrows is also given ...
What crime committ did I
O Lord
If a couple of tears are mixed
In the prospority of your
Deep compassion ?
You have pushed me to the Ocean of pain,
If I swallowed two sips
From the cup of burming destruction,
What sin I committed O Lord ?

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SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA

Friday, 14 April 2017

FORGIVENESS

FORGIVENESS

If love is the food of a successful life
If life thrives on the throbs of lovelorn heart
It is the pardon that bridges the sweats of strife
It is forgiveness dear that buttons the shirt.

Life is a struggle, an effort to make both ends meet
Love is the flower that fructifies into peace
The music that plays on with rhythm of flight
Positive a little be yaar, it leads to perfect bliss..


Parents are the evergreen forest of sweet  excuses
Children are always forgiven as if it is their birth rights
The law has no place, in due penance do court muses
Lovers forgive through frequent tussles and constant fights

Forgiveness is an oasis in the big desert of harse Justice
To err is human and we are sworn humans
Forgive me my dear I was not fit for you, for your wish
It is me who deserve your pardon dear, I am only a layman.

THE LAND OF LOVE

THE LAND OF LOVE
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Your lips are the warmest drink
Your eyes are the sweetest scenes on the earth.
May I be a little drunk with you, to search you like a Robert Frost ?

How sweet is your voice, dear
Your face is the sweetest oasis on the earth.
Let me drink thee in your leisure hour
Let me kiss thee with your sweet desire.

The land of love
You talk about..
Where elixir flow like water..
It is your sweetest eyes, dear..
It is your deepest stare...

Satchidananda Mishra

आँसू जो छलकते...

 आँसू जो छलकते...

ऐसे हो तुम सुंदरी
तुम एक चित्रपट सा हो..
दिल को चुभ जानेवाली तुम एक एहसास भी हो..
सपने जरुरी हैं देखना
यही तुम कहलाती हो
प्यार करना तुम्हें आसान नहीं
यही याद दिलाती रहती हो।

चूमने दो न मुझे तेरे गहराइयों को
बुझाने दो न मुझे तेरे तन्हाइयों को
तेरे आँखों के दर्द को मैं पढ़ना चाहता हूँ
आंसू जो छलकते हैं उन्हें मैं चूमना चाहता हूँ।

The tears those overflow...

Such is your beauty, dear
You are a nice painting that touches the throbs of the heart.
Dreaming is necessary.
That's what you call the reality..
Making love to you is not that easy
This is what you keep on reminding

Let me kiss the realms of your depth, love
Let me wipe out the loneliness from you
I want to read the pain in your eyes
I want to kiss the tears those overflow.

क्या एक जिंदगी काफी है?

क्या एक जिंदगी काफी है?

देखना है तो मेरे आंखों में देख, साक़ी
मुस्कराना है तो दिल में मेरे चोट करके देख लो
मुझे देख, मेरे धड़कनों को परखो
अगर महसूस कर पा रही हो
दावा दारू छोड़ दो..

न जाने कब देखूंगा तुम्हे, ए साक़ी
कब करूँगा महसूस तेरे शरीर के कोमलता को..
क्या एक जिंदगी काफी है
चुम पाना तेरे अनुभबों को?
क्या मैं भर नहीं पाऊंगा तेरे अधकही घावोंको..

तबाह तो हुआ हूँ मैं.. तवाही की मौज भी ले रहा हूँ..
तेरे गुस्सा की क्या तारीफ करूँ
अब तेरे हुश्न की दीदार कर रहा हूँ

परखना है तो

परखना है तो

तेरी बहकती आँखों में ही मैं खो गया हूँ..
तुम्हारे आँखों से खून नहीं
दुत्कार ही देखता हूँ
सब करती है तू
सबसे प्यार रचाती है
सिर्फ मैं हूँ जिसे दिवार की उस पर रखती है..
मेरे दुःख तो देख तू
मेरे दिल की धड़कन को सुन
अंतरात्मा की पुकार अगर न सुन पाती
तो एक कालपाश तो बून
प्यार में अंधे होते हैं लोग
प्यार तेरे क्यों देख  नहीं पाती है
नजदीकियां न जाने क्यों
अनकहीं बन जाती हैं
चावल बनना पसंद है मुझे
तुम्हे और कुछ करना नहीं
दाल सब्जी बनके तो दिखा
परखना है तो
आँखों में आँख डाल
मेहरबान बन और तरस तो खा...

पलकों को थोड़ा और उठा..

पलकों को थोड़ा और उठा...

दिन तो ऐसे ही बीत गया
रात का क्या होगा
कितना और पिलाएगी सखी
क्योँ गिलास खाली दिखता
पीने की बजह तो कुछ बता
वही शाम...
वही संगीत
वही खनक प्यालों का
सुधरना किस चिड़िया का नाम है रे
उसका पता तो ला, बता...
यह रंग.. यह सहनाई
यह दर्द की मंद्र मधुरिमा
आ, पलकों को थोड़ा और उठा..
मंजिल वाह
सपनों का यादगार
कोई जबरदस्ती तो है नहीं
अगर साथ दे पाओगी तो दे कथा....

Days do pass on like this
What will happen at night..
How much will you make me drink, Sakhi
The glass goes empty
Give me some reason for more..
The same evening ...
The same Sahnai......
The same sound of the saucers
The name of which bird  is respite ?
Tell me his address, tell me
O sweetest one.
These colors ..The melody of Sahnai
This is the melodious melodrama of pain, my dear
Come, lift my eyelids a little more ..
It is the goal, my love
Turned into a sweet memorial of dreams now
No compulsion
Promise if you share my steps a little further.

पीनी सखी ?

पीनी सखी ?
पीने का दर्द प्याले में नहीं छलकता
आंखों से निकलते हैं जब
आँसु बनके
घोल के पी और बहा दे दरिया
दिल की हक़ीक़त पूछ
मैखाने से पूछ सखी
कब से नहीं आया है देवदास

छीनी सखी ...
चैन की खबर ले
बता दे यहां अब नहीं डगर
लगा रहा है खोनेवालों की जमघट
प्याले की भराव में अब  नहीं रही है गहरापन
परदा गिरते नहीं
गिरानेवालों की गिरवी रख चुके हैं
अगर कुछ बचा है
तो खुद्दारी का ख़याली अपहरण...

थोड़ा और पास आ

सखी....
जिंदगी नदिया नहीं है रे
जो बह जाए
और ढह जाए दिल की बांध
सिर्फ बोतल से प्याले तक नहीं है
प्यार की झलक...
जानना है तो मेरे आंखों में झांक
देख, अगर देखना है
कहाँ तक घुस चुका तेरा रुख...
जिंदगी क्या इतना आसान है
कैसे भूलूँ तेरे पहली महक ?

सखी...
सुंदरता इतना सस्ता नहीं है रे
जो उसे भुलाया जाए
संपर्क जुड़ जाता है प्राणों से...
प्यालों में नहीं दिखते हैं ये...
ख़यालें जमते नहीं गुजरते वक्त के साथ

आ सखी, आ
बोतल उठा
कंधा तो दे...
टांगों को लड़खड़ाने न दे...
सर को मेरे हाथ लगा...
महसूस करने दे
तेरे हुश्न की एहसास
आह
थोड़ा और तो पास आ....

सर्वस्वत्त्व सरंक्षित
सच्चिदानन्द मिश्र

COME A LITTLE CLOSER

Sakhi ....
Life is not a stream
Which flows down
And the wall between hearts is collapsed.
Glimpse of love
Is not the distance
From the bottle to cup.. ...
Want to know?
Peep in to my eyes
See, if you want to know
How far you have penetrated?
Is the life so easy
Tell me how to forget the past ?

Sakhi ...
Beauty is not that cheap
That can be forgotton
Relation is connected to life ...
These are not seen in the cups ...
Ideas don't sit cosier with passing time..

Come on dear, come
Pick up the bottle
Give me your shoulder ...
Do not let the legs wobble ...
Caress my scull..
Let me feel
Devouring charm
Ahh
Come a bit closer ...

@all rights reserved
By Satchidanand Mishra

...दो तो एक सांस प्यार...

...दो तो एक सांस प्यार...

मित्र! इतना सताओ मत
कद्र कर
गूंज नहीं रहा है
कोशिशों के बावजूद
एक अकेला एकतारा..
जागने दो हमें सिर्फ उसीके लिए
जिंदगी का हर नगमा
जो भूल गया है दुखियारा..
छलनेवाले हैं जो
जमाने की जमानत लेके
छलकता नहीं
जिन के नैनों का प्याला..
अपने ही खोज में निकल कर
जो खो बैठते हैं खूद अपने को
बढ़ाने दो उन्हीं का हौंसला..
मित्र
इतना सताओ मत
कद्र कर
जिंदगी को अब जुर्माना न बना दो
दो तो एक सांस प्यार...

@सर्वस्वत्व सरंक्षित
सच्चिदानन्द मिश्र

PLEASE ALLOW A BREATH OF LOVE

Friend! Do not bother so much
Take care...
It is not singing
In spite of all efforts
One One-stringed violin alone.
Let us stay awake just for him
The misery who has forgotten the very music of life...
Those who are ever cheated..
Those have signed
A bail for the ages...
Whose cups of eyes
Never spill over..
Those who get lost
On the path of own quest...
Let their heart get a lift..
friend
Do not bother, take care..
Do not make the life penalty now
Please allow a breath of love ...

थोड़ा और पास आ

थोड़ा और पास आ

सखी....
जिंदगी नदिया नहीं है रे
जो बह जाए
और ढह जाए दिल की बांध
सिर्फ बोतल से प्याले तक नहीं है
प्यार की झलक...
जानना है तो मेरे आंखों में झांक
देख, अगर देखना है
कहाँ तक घुस चुका तेरा रुख...
जिंदगी क्या इतना आसान है
कैसे भूलूँ तेरे पहली महक ?

सखी...
सुंदरता इतना सस्ता नहीं है रे
जो उसे भुलाया जाए
संपर्क जुड़ जाता है प्राणों से...
प्यालों में नहीं दिखते हैं ये...
ख़यालें जमते नहीं गुजरते वक्त के साथ

आ सखी, आ
बोतल उठा
कंधा तो दे...
टांगों को लड़खड़ाने न दे...
सर को मेरे हाथ लगा...
महसूस करने दे
तेरे हुश्न की एहसास
आह
थोड़ा और तो पास आ....

सर्वस्वत्त्व सरंक्षित
सच्चिदानन्द मिश्र

COME A LITTLE CLOSER

Sakhi ....
Life is not a stream
Which flows down
And the wall between hearts is collapsed.
Glimpse of love
Is not the distance
From the bottle to cup.. ...
Want to know?
Peep in to my eyes
See, if you want to know
How far you have penetrated?
Is the life so easy
Tell me how to forget the past ?

Sakhi ...
Beauty is not that cheap
That can be forgotton
Relation is connected to life ...
These are not seen in the cups ...
Ideas don't sit cosier with passing time..

Come on dear, come
Pick up the bottle
Give me your shoulder ...
Do not let the legs wobble ...
Caress my scull..
Let me feel
Devouring charm
Ahh
Come a bit closer ...

@all rights reserved
By Satchidanand Mishra

Love

Love

I was simply living,
But it was not a living
I had my regular heartbeats,
But there was no rhythm
There was no melody seen
Yes, I did smile, it was not real
All my lips were in deep denial
I talked a little, it had no charm
They spoke a mute language, charm was lost
All of a sudden you came
I was in a splendid flame.
You enchanted me,
I am amidst a sweet fragrance
Before me lies a vast blooming, a garden of hope..

Memories of pain, a sonnet

Sonnet
 Memories of pain
In darkness of day

The life had gone forsaking me in desert,
To weep in misery million tears,
I beseeched end to come near,
I had na dear , I had no fear.

Do burry me or burn on pyre
Relieve me of pain,soul must retire,
Am I awake or its slumber,
O my lord it pains beyond measure

Hark my past is coming back with stagger
It has forgotten joys for dagger
It twists my bleeding wound deeper
Taking me down in the nether.

Pour in cup the death with pleasure
It's my treasure
It is my treasure.

ANGEL'S RAGE..

ANGEL'S RAGE..



Where every one fails
Only angels dare
It is not always that
Everything is fare..
Come dear, it is time
To review us, our past
What we have achieved
And what we have lost..
Is it right to tear us apart
Is it normal to all at once depart?
Should've we destroy what we have been blessed?
Should we ruin all whatever once glazed?
Let us not set the world into ablaze
Please, let us be aware of Angels rage..

Education

Education

Reading makes you a man and
Learning makes you full
Read and write as much as you can
Make out a cock from a bull..

Wait a little dear, think before you speak
Don't you want to know why we turn friends to foe
Let us connect with souls a bit careful
You can devise a safe way before you say no.

Life is so valuable, it is deeper than the ocean
An enigma its field is as much as you may know
More are there to ponder over, more are to be seen
Nothing is so clean to be learnt in one go..

Let us live the life
Let us fill the life with jest
Let us make also the others live
Let us offer ours the best.

The world is ours
If we share it with  others
Let the love be our only language
Let us care also for other stake holders.

बता सखी.....

बता सखी.....

पीनी सखी ?
याद रख
सीने का दर्द प्याले में नहीं छलकता
आंखों से निकलते हैं जब
आँसु बनके
घोल के पी और बहा दे दरिया
दिल की हक़ीक़त पूछ
मैखाने से पूछ सखी
कब से देवदास नहीं आया


छीनी सखी ?
गिलास क्यों छीनी ?
चैन की खबर ले
बता दे यहां अब नहीं डगर
लगा रहा है खोनेवालों की जमघट यहाँ
प्याले की भराव में अब नहीं रही है गहरापन
परदा गिरते नहीं
गिरानेवालों की गिरवी रख चुके हैं
अगर कुछ बचा है
तो यह है अपनापन की दिखावा
और खुद्दारी का ख़याली अपहरण...

Do you need a peg Sakhi ?
Keep it in mind
Pain of the heart doesn't overflow
Over the saucer..
Drink it when it pours out the eyes
As tears
Stir and drink to overflow the sea
Ask me Sakhi
Ask me about the heart
And ask the bar
Since when Devdas is not seen.

Did you take, Sakhi
Why did you snach the glass?
Take note of my patience
Tell the world
Roads don't end here now
Only losers gather
Depth is no longer seen in the pour into the cup
The curtain no longer fall
Waiters have been mortgaged ..
If something is left
It  is the pretense of nearness
And willful kidnapping of the pride engaged.

The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

Life is a convergence of options many
Preferences we seldom take all at a time
When we choose one, we are not sure
We rethink as we left the better one if, any.
Ji
It is us, the individuals, who have to find it
Out in the open if we chose the right one
The winter is winter and the summer, summer
All that glitters is not the gold coin.

Carrier ahead, the future beacons
Decisions taken may ruin it beyond repair
What we approve, we get ready to face
It is the time that has the healing power.

Chances taken are risks on their own
One step we put ahead to many it leads
Mistakes we made if any, we never know
The fruits of the choice made, hold its seeds.

It is he who takes on his own, wins
It is the Means that justify the end
If we fail we relish the failure
The onus of our success lies on our bend.

KISS

KISS

Kiss is not merely the locking of lips
Kiss is not the call of lustful address
It is the answer to call of souls dear
Medium of speech it is, it speaks of grace...

It is the language the new borns understand..
When the mother coos into its eyes..
A patriot needs it to address his motherland..
You need it to say your parting goodbyes..

It is a word that brings exhilaration
It makes the time to flow like water
The symbol of young expression
With warmth, it brings hearts closer...

SUNSET

SUNSET
Sun has  set O lover..
Hurry for the make up the most ravishing for a sage..
My heart is roaring with rage to drink you
I am waiting with expectations, life
I am hungry with eagerness of age...

Hark hark, the Sun has set now
Let the lamp illuminate
Let my passion be kindled afresh, dear
With the zeal of a lorn warrier,
Let me worship your basic tenet.

...SUN SET....

  ...SUN SET....
The sun has set.
The thin line is so loving, both lovers have met..
The vastness below with the limitless above O it is great.
It is time now let us talk tete e tete.

Let us dive honey, let us dive a little deeper
I am with you now, you are alone no longer..
Come come, hold me little closer
Look into my eyes, let it be a bit darker..
Let me sing you the sweetest music of a lover.

HORROR

Ours was  infatuation, dear
I wished you at any cost
Tried I my level best
I saw my luck in your sweet address
Tested me, attested my status
I was after your long lock
Long hair falling below buttock
I had loved two king cobras
Dancing with your walk
Passed in the test to follow you
Sweet smile and a rendezvous
Heaven was with me
I kissed you on the locks
Wig was in my hand
In my eyes horror alas...

WINDOW

WINDOW

It is through your eyes only
I want to see the whole world..
Your response will reflect my love, dear
Let me find my fortune in your sweet word..
Let me sing your sweetness all free like a bard...

Speak me O sweet lady,  princess of my heart
Speak with the sweetest voice ever i have heard..
Your gesture is the heaven I won't ever miss
Let me touch the soft of your string to play out the bliss
Be my WINDOW love, to your heart and let me kiss.

INSPIRATION

Inspirational

Life is so great ji
And great are it's mission..
You are the messenger friend,
Let us be truthful to the passion
Live and let live
Let us make the world a beautiful place

You are the child of the Almighty
You are the dream of the greener earth
Believe in Him
And believe in yourself
You are the part of the ultimate
And you are the God.

Lead a simple life love all
Money is not everything
Greed is hidden pitfall.

Nature

Nature


It is time to kiss the morning
To kiss the rising Sun
Its rays...its golden empire..
Its time to invite the vernal accents
On the iasels of vales, hills and flowing silver..
The forest, its trees, taller than the wishes
The seer density of them
Competitions  to reach the heights...
To meet the rays
To breathe vital forces
And to shake hands with the surging lights...
The flowers of grass
The scent of their soft attire..
Their music of life is all
Their beauty spread all over....
The river side, the cover of the forest path
They are everywhere , their presence is in the air..

Let us see us
In the glittering of the river surface..
Let us feel us beneath the cool clean flow
Feel the slippery moss..
Feel the lily and its blush...
The message of bees let us read on its face
The sweet words on its petals
Let us see and try for a guess..

If flora is the life dear
Fauna is the heartbeats of  forest
Let us feel the pulse of both...
Let us lie down a while
On the lap of the wilder throbs
Let us feel the melody of the singing moth...

Let the life sing
Let the forest fill the silence of noon time..
The evening will arrive sure...
Invitations will be in
The calmness and rest will embrace all
It is me time..
It is the bonding with calm nature...

COME ON SAKHI

COME ON SAKHI

Come on Sakhi, open up
Not good to brood over the past
Be gone with the bye gone era
It is now ages I talked to you last

Let us sing for the present, dear
Let us dance to a fresh beat
Let the tempo be set for a newer rhythm
Let us breath in the cool breezes for a newer treat.

Will you write me again, love
Will you allow me listen your throbs again
Come come my sweetest soul
Let me share your sorrows, honey
Let me soak in your bitterest pain.

@all rights reserved
SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA

BLESS ME O LORD

BLESS ME O LORD

I have nothing O Almighty
To offer you in my worship..
Yours is the everything I have
Promise Lord, don't believe in gossip...

Everything is yours and you are everywhere
In the eyes of a doe, in the smile of my love, you are
The rainbow is nothing but your magic wand
Beauty is the peacock tail that glitters in your head band.

It is spring here when you smile my Lord..
Song of cuckoo is the vibration of your vocal chord..
Your blessings I see in the evergreen forests..
Your wonder is seen at the  Weaver bird's nests...

In the coo of a new born and in the strain of its dreams
Your pity flow down in the flow of streams
The hills, the meadows, the sun and the rain
Your blessings I see O Vanshiwale in sorrows and the pain...

Forgive me please, accept me as your slave
Leaves, fruits even flowers or water whatever offered
You accept with grace if given in faith
Everything is yours Prabhu, bless me O Lord.

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By Sachidananda Mishra.

THAT IS FREEDOM

THAT IS THE FREEDOM

Freedom is our birth right
We are free when we are born...
Air is free and free are whatever we see
The dream flows free and so are the fields of corn...

Are the flora and fauna free?
Do we speak the truth straight with heart open ?
Do we sprinkle our ink on the horizon free
O yes, when one sees the things as they are, that is the freedom..

Freedom makes a man dream
Dream to touch the highest plain
Learning is the first step and then comes teaching
Are we free to find our own way, can we dance in the rain ?

Let us help others, let us see everybody smile
With our hands shake in thousands, let us welcome in style
Innocence be welcome, honesty be loved
Freedom let us have all, by will of the God.

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By Sachidananda Mishra.

Biplaba..Odia


Biplaba.



aame ta chahinu harmya prasada
chahinahun kebe palaura swada
         ame chaun muthe anna..
ei ta amara adhikar
ede bad ai duniya bukure
          rahibaku tike thana...
eithi janama eithi marana
eithi karibu shapatha dharana
sathi sahodara biplaba karibu
           karibu baruni snana.

By Satchidananda Mishra.

Life




 Life..

We have lived a long life Monalisa
Despare has made it longer...
Hard has been the way of life
Its longing and strife
And lo, we are left fore harder...


By Satchidananda..