MEMORIES DO HAUNT WHEN ALONE...

MEMORIES DO HAUNT WHEN ALONE...

Life was never so uncertain
Even so uncertainty was not..
Living was all cool and fine
Until you came with a trot..

Dreams are all sweet Monalisa
Until they are proved wrong..
Hopes hop on the elephant's top
Makes the life sing ever young..

Promises are made to be kept only
Memories do haunt when alone
The more is not always the merrier
Keep it in mind Sakhi, pl see Oh, come on..

©® BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA

...योगी हूँ...5

...योगी हूँ...5

कौन अपना है और कौन पराया
यह मुल्क मेरा है इसके वासीदें मेरे..
यह हवा, यह पानी, यह ब वन यह परबत
बहती यह नादिया, गिरते ये झरने
ये सब हैं मेरे और मैं भी उनके
शोचता उनको हूँ और ये हैं मेरे प्रजा
उन्हीं के साथ रहूँगा मैं हर सांझ हर क्यूसवेरे..
मैं योगी हूँ, योग से मेरा नाता है...
दिलों से जुड़ना जानता हूँ मैं
आप की आशीर्वाद ही मुझे भाता है...

....FALLEN...

You gave me a blank cheque
I proved a mere flake
Your confidence was lost
I never treated it a must

Games are not ever young
They are only a breath's long
Live it, they sing beautiful
It is you to obey the rule..

Look into the eyes
Try to find out if any lies
And see the truth in you
It is all panoramic view..

Let our hearts open up
Let our thoughts not be in a soup..
Let there no chance to be sullen
Let us not be in the list of 'FALLEN

...ସପନ ଦେଇଛ ଆଞ୍ଜୁଳା ଭରି...

...ସପନ ଦେଇଛ ଆଞ୍ଜୁଳା ଭରି...

ମନ ଭରି ସବୁ ଦେଇଛ ପ୍ରଭୁ ହେ
କେମିତି କହିବି ଦେଇନ ବୋଲି..
ନିଜର ବୋଲି ମୁଁ ଦେଖୁଚି ଯାହାକୁ
ସବୁ ତୁମ ଦାନ ଦେଇଛ ଖୋଲି...

ଆଖି ବି ଦେଇଛ ଆଲୋକ ସାଙ୍ଗରେ
ସପନ ଦେଇଛ ଆଞ୍ଜୁଳା ଭରି..
ଦୁନିଆଁ ମୁହଁରେ ହସ ଫୁଟାଇଛ
ସରାଗ ସୁଅରେ ପୋତିଚ ତରୀ..

ଛୋଟିଆ ଘାସରେ ଫୁଟେଇଛ ଫୁଲ
ପିଲାଙ୍କ ମୁହଁରେ ଦରୋଟି କଥା...
ଅଳପ ହସରେ ମନ ମୋହିଯାଏ
ପଥର ବୁଝଇ ପରାଣ ବ୍ୟଥା...

You have given us everything O God
I can't say, you have not..
Whatever I see as my own
Everything is your gift, all is your lot

You have given us light with eyes
Dreams with palms full
The world has enough reason to smile
Given us love and with it life boat cool..

Small grass has been blessed with flowers
Coo in the lips of babies..
A little smile pleases the most O God
Lifeless Stone has feeling alive....

କବିତା ଲେଖା ହୁଏନି

କବିତା ଲେଖା ହୁଏନି

କବିତା ଲେଖା ହୁଏନି
ଦିସ୍ତା ଦିସ୍ତା କାଗଜରେ
ମହାସାଗରର ଵୁକୁ କଲମକୁ ପାଏ ନାହିଁ
ସ୍ୟାହି ଶୁଖି ଯାଏ ସିନା
ରଙ୍ଗ ଭରେ ନାଇଁ କିନ୍ତୁ
ଭଲ ପାଇବାର ସାହିତ୍ୟରେ...

ମନ ଏକ ଅନ୍ୟ ନାମ
ଯନ୍ତ୍ରଣାର ମୋନାଲିସା..
ଲେଖିବାର ଅନ୍ୟ ନାମ ଭାଷାହୀନ ବିଳାପର
ସବୁ ଜାଣି ନ ଜାଣିବା
ଅନ୍ୟ ନାମ ସ୍ୱପ୍ନର
ତମେ ନାହଁ ବୋଲି ଜାଣି ମଧ୍ୟ
ସେହି ପରି ତମ ସାଥେ କଥା ହବା...
ହାତ ମାରି ହାତୀ ସିନା ଜାଣି ହୁଏ
ଦୁଇ ପଦ ଲେଖିଦେଲେ
ମାପି ହୁଏ କିବା କେବେ ଛାତି ତଳ ଗଭୀରତା ?

କଥା ପଦେ କହିଦେଲେ
ହିମାଳୟ ଲଙ୍ଘିହୁଏ
ଛି କରିଦେଲେ ମନ
ଫିଙ୍ଗି ହୁଏ ସସାଗରା ଧରା
ଏଇ ମନ ବୃନ୍ଦାବନ
ପ୍ରିତୀଭରା ରତ୍ନ ଗରା
ଗଜାଧାନ ପରି ସବୁ ଫୋପଡା ଫିଙ୍ଗଡା

You don't need
Piles of paper to write poetry
A pen is still thirsty
In the presence of oceans
The ink evaporates
But, the literature of love
Isn't coloured...

Mind is the other name of pain, Monalisa
Writing is the other name of
Strained soliloquy..
To feign of ignorance is
Known as dream..
And talking to you
In your known absence...
An elephant can be mesuered by touch
How can you realise the depth
Beneath your heart ?
Yes, you can't cross over the Himalayas
By speaking a word
Once you are fed up
You can leave the entire world
This..your mind is like a treasure
Throw it away like sprouted paddy.

©®BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA

WE ARE BORN OF LIGHT

WE ARE BORN OF LIGHT

We want to live Monalisa
Yet we are forced to die
The fire is glowing, our mouth waters
Yet we can't fry
We are not blind
Yet we decay from the hind
We don't know why we are fooled
We don't know why our chances are cooled..

We are born of light
We we run want of vision,
The nightfalls are mysteries for us
Beauty is ever young
We read manifold
Yet our path is ever long
And we we are to lose
The more, the merrier
The sour , the sorrier
We are afraid of growing distance
We are choked in the fortune's flash

The sun is hotter for us
Waves of winds are shy
Our wishes have blind pours
Before us is an unending sky
Yet we dream if drenched July
We forget the present
Eden is now a fact of hatred, resent..

®© BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA

मेरे गावँ...४ My village..4

मेरे गावँ...४
My village..4

न जाने कहाँ गयी है मेरी वह बचपन
चपलता को खा गयी है बस्तानी
लालटेन और डीबीरी में घोसला बना रहे हैं चिड़िया
घर घर पे पढाई के वक्त मसाले सीरियल चल रहे हैं

राजनीति कभी थी सेवा की सुनहरी सपना
जनता की तिजोरी की कुंजी बन गयी है आज
पैर पड़ो एक पल के लिए, बस मौज ही मौज पाञ्च साल
वोटों की गरिमा अब मुफ्तखोरी की अगला पर्याय है ..

Where I have spent my childhood
I swear I don't know
In heavy bags my lovly fickleness has been lost....
Laltens and lamps are used by birds as nests
Study hours have yielded place to shop serials in every household..

For public service, politics was a dream once
It has turned a key to plunder the public Treasury
Touch the feet for a minute and reign half a decade
The splendour of vote is now the next phase of freebies. 

....STAR....

....STAR....

When light is all gone and no where to be seen
Blind are the directions pupils in eye balls are not lean
The Sun, the moon, holidays on will all are
Here comes the hero who leads the path, is alone a star..

He demands not, sprinkles the cool water of love
He comes to the people with blessings of Jove
Inherits the class, with choice kisses the mass
Adored by the world, a star lives a life of the grass.

He lives for others and he makes others in leisure live
Eats an humble pie, to see the world happy is his only peeve.
His family includes the flora and the fauna with his blood at par
He is the real hero under the Sun my dear, he is the star...

...YOU HAVE LEFT THE CREASE...

...YOU HAVE LEFT THE CREASE...

Happiness is not all that matters
When a cause is on the anvil with hammers
When the humanity is on test and taunt
Let me be the ash when patriotism is burnt...

Love is shared with wise who know it with jest
Morning comes only to fade away in the set
Love is harvested when two ends meet
Hearts do throb when eyes celebrate with a treat..

What patience, if ever void of morn ?
What essence, if ever beyond one's reach ?
Once broken, the heart is ever left forlorn
Once given, you have left at the crease..

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BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA

ପ୍ରୀତି ପୁଷ୍ପାଞ୍ଜଳୀ

ପ୍ରୀତି ପୁଷ୍ପାଞ୍ଜଳୀ
                         
ପ୍ରୀତି ପୁଷ୍ପାଞ୍ଜଳୀ ବିଂଚିଦେଇଥିଲ
ଯୌବନର ରାଜ ପଥରେ...
ରଂଗରାଇଜର ରାଜ ପୁତ୍ରୀ ଗୋ
ଆସିଥିଲ ଚଢି ରଥରେ....
ସିନ୍ଦୁରୀ ସୀମନ୍ତିନୀ ଗୋ..
ମାନସହଂସିନୀ ମୋହନବଂଶିନୀ
ଶୃଙ୍ଗାର ମଉଡମଣି ଗୋ ।

ପ୍ରୀତି ପ୍ରଣୟର ସମ୍ଭୋଗ ଶୃଙ୍ଗାର
ବିଦଗ୍ଧା ବିଦ୍ୟାଧରୀ ରେ...
ରୂପରାଇଜର ରାଜକୁମାରୀ ଗୋ
ବିଭୁଷିତା ବିମ୍ବାଧରୀ ରେ...
ସୁଗୁଣା ଚାରୁହାସିନୀ ରେ...
ଯୁବା ହୃଦୟର ସପନସୁନ୍ଦରୀ  
ମୋହିନୀ ମୃଦୁଭାଷିଣୀ ରେ... ।    

You had spread the flowers of love
In the highway of youth
You came riding a chariot
O the princess of colours
O my dear with vermilion on forehead
You are my goose of heart
The flute, mesmerising
You the queen of love making.

You are the epitome of conjugal love
O you charming expertise
The princess of world of beauty
Well ornamented you pink lipped
Virtuous you sweet smiled
The dream girl of youthful hearts
Infatuating with soft speech..

.....LET MY SENSE RESUME....

.....LET MY SENSE RESUME....

Wishes are all blind
Yet ever sweet they smell
All our ambitions are young pitfalls..
They move whistling
Like the 12 O clock mail
After every day break
A promising morning recalls...

Labour is devine
Take it as the fruit of chaste endeavour
Leisure is the harvest of a prolific art...
Colour is in the breath of a dreaming flower
Pleasure is the symbol of a living habitat..

Let my life throb
With the tuning of a morning star
Let the flute of my spirit sing
A lyric of eternal bliss...
Let hundreds of biddings bloom
At my every sojourn
Let my sense resume
With the glamour of peace...

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BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA

..THE WHOLE WORLD IS WAITING..

..THE WHOLE WORLD IS WAITING..

You have nobody by your side
None to come to your aid
However glittering  may be your name
You will die without a hand in yours, yet you will have your fame..

Come a step ahead yaar shake a hand at random
Smile a little to spread the real love, nothing is in your stardom..
Give a hug whoever you see on your way
The whole world is waiting, don't keep them at bay..

Life is so short please don't make it shorter
Go on a winning spree, let your eyes have a flicker..
Hearts have to be won, relations are not born on a tree
Live and let live, souls are all alike, ever pure and free..

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BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA

....और बता दे कि तू सखी है...

....और बता दे कि तू सखी 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
सखी
भर प्याला
रात और बहुत बाकी है....
मौजदगी मेरा अब बस में नहीं
आ जा सखी
ठिपी खोल
और बता दे कि तू सखी है...

I'm not pained, dear
That you are not here..
Your leaving me
Is not abrasive altogether..
What is killing me
Is the feelings of yours.
You are  every where, O lack of emotion !
I see you 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 yourself ...

.....LO, I AM ON MY KNEE....

.....LO, I AM ON MY KNEE....

Dedication, care I would call you my love
You have given me thirty years of your life
My children are your gift dear, you have treated me by Jove
Yourself you have exhausted fully by age you are now ripe.

What shall I call you, sweetheart, no, your sweeter than everything
Without you, without your presence, simply I am nothing
My food, my dress, my sleep and my books and my ink
You have given everything honey  have turned pale from pink.

Is there anything I don't remember have you got any return
You have never been ill to wish my option in turn
Like a child ah..you have wished nothing from me
Not a kiss even you have ever demanded lo, I am on my knee.

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BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....ଜାୟା ଧର୍ମପତ୍ନୀ ସାବିତ୍ରୀ... ....You Savitri, my sweet darling...

.....ଜାୟା  ଧର୍ମପତ୍ନୀ ସାବିତ୍ରୀ...
....You Savitri, my sweet darling...

ତମେ ହିଁ ଜନନୀ
ତମେ ପ୍ରିୟଶିଷ୍ୟା
ତମେ ସର୍ବଂସହା ଧରିତ୍ରୀ
ତମେ ହିଁ ସଚିବ ତମେ ହିଁ ସଖି ଗୋ
ଜାୟା  ଧର୍ମପତ୍ନୀ ସାବିତ୍ରୀ...


ରୌଦ୍ରତାପରେ ଆଶ୍ବାସନା ତମେ
ତପତ ବାଲୁରେ ଶୀତଳ
ନାରୀ ତମେ ନୁହଁ ଗତ ଶତାବ୍ଦୀର
ହୃଦୟଟା କିନ୍ତୁ ତରଳ
ସୃଷ୍ଟିର ତମେ କାନନ କୁଞ୍ଜ
ଫୁଲର ତମେ ତ ସୌରଭ..
ମମତାର ମୂଲ, ସରାଗ ଅତୁଲ
ମନ ମାନବତା ଗୌରବ..
ତମେ ହିଁ ଜନନୀ
ତମେ ପ୍ରିୟଶିଷ୍ୟା
ତମେ ସର୍ବଂସହା ଧରିତ୍ରୀ
ତମେ ହିଁ ସଚିବ ତମେ ହିଁ ସଖି ଗୋ
ଜାୟା  ଧର୍ମପତ୍ନୀ ସାବିତ୍ରୀ...

ଅଶ୍ଵପତିଙ୍କ ରାଜକୁମାରୀ ଗୋ
ଯୁଗସଂନ୍ଧି ର ନାୟିକା
ଚରମ ତୃପ୍ତିର ପରିସମାପ୍ତି ବି
ପୌରୁଷର ଅବବାହିକା
ଅସୀହସ୍ତା ଚାରୁହସିନୀ
ଶମନଶାମିନୀ ମସିସମ୍ମୋହିନୀ
ସତ୍ୟା ଶୋଭନା ମଧୁରଗାତ୍ରୀ ଗୋ
ଗଙ୍ଗା ଯମୁନା ଗାୟତ୍ରୀ
ତମେ ସର୍ବଂସହା ଧରିତ୍ରୀ
ତମେ ହିଁ ସଚିବ ତମେ ହିଁ ସଖି ଗୋ
ଜାୟା  ଧର୍ମପତ୍ନୀ ସାବିତ୍ରୀ...

You are the Mother
You are my loving student
You are the Earth, all tolerating..
My minister you are
My better half, my lover
You Savitri, my sweet darling..

You are the solace in the summer
Cold in the hot sands
You are not the woman
Of last century , sure
With a melting heart
You are the garden in His creation
The essence in flowers
The meaning of piety compassion
Pride of humanity
Queen of love and mind
You are the Mother
You are my loving student
You are the Earth, all tolerating..
My minister you are
My better half, my lover
You Savitri, my sweet darling..
Princess of Ashwapati
You are the heroine in the timeline
Final touch of the orgasm you are
Feeding ground of male chauvinism
You can smile the sweetest
With the sword of Chandrahasa
Conquer er of the death God you are
With versatility in ink
You are the truth, the beauty
And the cool benefic
You are the Ganges, the Yamuna
And the Gayatry..
You are the Mother
You are my loving student
You are the Earth, all tolerating..
My minister you are
My better half, my lover
You Savitri, my sweet darling..

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BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA

Major gogoi

Major Gogoi deserves distinguished services medal for using human shield against stone-pelters in Kashmir.

Unfortunately, there were not many willing to pat his back for his remarkable presence of mind and timely action that probably saved the lives of many of his men, for whom he was responsible as their officer in charge.

Tough situations warrant tough reactions, and dangerous situations often, if not always, merit daring actions. When Major Nitin Gogoi decided (and, mind you, it could not have been anything other than a split-second decision) to use a civilian as a “human shield” to protect his men from a stone-pelting mob, he was simply reacting to a tough situation in dangerous environment.
This was the patriotic view of Chief minister of Punjab.

Another view..by JDU leader..
Kashmir situation critical, award to Major Gogoi can escalate tension: Sharad Yadav

The senior JD(U) leader has been trying to organise a conference on Kashmir with the support of the opposition parties. He met Yashwant Sinha who had been a part of a non-government delegation that had visited Kashmir, while also talking to the Congress and the Left parties to hold a national conference on the situation in the valley.


Amnesty International views...
Award for Major Leetul Gogoi shows 'disdain' for human rights: Amnesty International

Amnesty India's executive director Aakar Patel said rewarding an officer who was facing a probe for human rights violation suggests that the army was willing to "valorise an act of cruel, inhuman and degrading treatment amounting to torture."

CPI...
Asserting that Major Gogoi?s `non-violent` measures against stone pelters in Jammu and Kashmir will only aggravate the situation in the valley, Communist Party of India (CPI) on Wednesday said that the need of the hour is to build the confidence of Kashmiris.

Issues in reality..

We are proud Indians to have armed forces with brain and emotions. We are safe. There are people who defend the human rights of Afjal Guru...who raises their voice for terrorists like Afjal kasav and Israt Jahan.We need to be free from these cowards who doubts such beautiful decision of our security forces... enemies of our armed forces...enemies of our nation. We are unsafe with these anti nationals.

That is my view. I wish the views of my friends.

....NEVER SAY GOOD NIGHT...

....NEVER SAY GOOD NIGHT...

This is the world my love, this is the symphony of life.
Beauty of the soul lies in the living and it's strife..
The rhythm of the body with all its flexibility
The melody of the mind is a pure possibility.

It is the love, it's the affection all between the souls
The telepathy of feelings play the real roles..
Reliance, faith and the throbbing between the hearts
It is all my friend open there is nothing coverts ...

Let's sing the music with a tuning of softest of notes
Let's dance with grace with eyes locked that confidence floats
Come closer a little honey hold me a little tight
Kiss me to the warmest blush, never say good night..

......मैं योगी हूँ....4

......मैं योगी हूँ....4

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..
आएं..कहें कि हम सब एक हैं
तन तन में अनेक हो सकते हैं यारों
लेकिन मन हमारा एक है..
एक भारत के बासी हैं
देशमातृका के सेवा के हम सब प्यासी हैं
आपस के मनमुटाव हमें हरा नहीं सकता
बैर, कलह हमें डरा नहीं सकता
पर चर्चे में हम उदासी हैं..
मैं योगी हूँ, योग से मेरा नाता है...
दिलों से जुड़ना जानता हूँ मैं
आप की आशीर्वाद ही मुझे भाता है...
It is so easy to look into eyes
How easy it is to die for each others
The goal is not far away
If we walk with our hands in ours..
I don't find it difficult
To win your faith, reliance..
Let us come, say we are one
We may vary in body and religion
Our minds and faiths are our own
We are residents of one India
Thirsty we all are to have one idea
To serve the nation
We all are united with one notion
Difference of opinion can't defeat us
Fear of difference can't deter ethos
I am a mendicant, Yogi I  relate to Yoga...
I know how to connect with hearts

...I WAS BORN TO SERVE YOU...

...I WAS BORN TO SERVE YOU...

Life can be so enjoyable when you are with me..
Time passes unnoticed when life is full of glee..
I was born to serve you, to listen to you my boss..
You look so beautiful my dear when you are so cross..


Love is the word that shivering down the spine, brings
Makes the life a bed of roses the sweetest music it sings
Your eyes are so deep with feelings of the queen of emotions
You are my last resort my dear I have lost all tensions..

I wish to kiss your hands your lips are the print of my dream
We have lived our life dear, all along we are a team
Love is life and life is the book of an unending saga
Let us live it with jest yaar let us live with the sweetest gaga..

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...FRIENDSHIP.....

...FRIENDSHIP.....

Promises are made not to be broken
Our word need be treated as a token
Of our commitments, of our lovely heart
Should we be so callous as if we change our shirt ?

Life is so lively when we are blessed with friends
Happiness is all ours when our heart transcends
Our eyes speak volumes with wishes and hugs
The day is ours when we enjoy  and sleep like logs..

Friendship is the panacia to all ill, if it is true..
It is an oasis amidst the barren land, like drops of dew...
I hail thee O sweetness, as soft as a dove...
Music of the life O! thy other name is love...

.....मेरा गावँ....३ ....My village..3

.....मेरा गावँ....३
....My village..3

सरसों के क्यारियां और सुनहरे सपनें,
अरसें बीत गए हैं न मिल रहे हैं अपनें
बरगद की छाओं और लंबी पगडंडियां
गावँ गावँ नहीं रहा अब न रही सँकरी गलियां।

जंगले कट चुके हैं कब से, झरनें पड़े हैं सूखे
बांध नालों की बात मत कर,खेती उजड़ चुकी है
धरती की कोख पर आँख है अब, पम्पों की कतार लगी है
हराभरा कब था गावँ मेरा याद अभी नहीं आ रही है...

The mustard fields and the related sweet dreams are no more
Since long do I miss my own dears and nears
The deep dark shade of big Banyans
with long narrow foot paths I miss
My village is mine no more and long are those nigah streets.

Jungles have been cut since long with all the springs dried..
Why do you talk of dams and streams, cultivation is long destroyed..
Man has cast his eyes under the earth with pumping machines roaring.
I don't remember when my village was full of greenery..

.....SUBHASHITANI... वदनं प्रसादसदनं सदयं

.....SUBHASHITANI...

वदनं प्रसादसदनं सदयं
                 हृदयं सुधामुचो वाचः
करणं परोपकरणं येषां
                  केषां न ते वन्द्याः ॥

It is another most talked sanskrit verse from the mouth of scholars of ancient India. Here, we will learn the the characteristics of an worthy man adored by all. His virtues are enumerated in this verse with elaborated goodness he possesses for which he is honoured by all, praised and adored by the society.
1. वदनं प्रसादसदनं...... A man whose face appears to be the home of Prasadam.. kalyanakarakam.. cool, smiling and peaceful countenance. Whose face emanates affirmation and positivity. Who assures thankfulness and faithful reliability to all he comes across without pretention. It is the natural benefic sweetness. A man with such type of facial expression pleases all and sundry, whoever comes across him. We find this sweet calmness in the face of enlightened mahapurushas as drawn by artists such as, Lord Rama, Krishna, Buddha, Mahavira, Jesus, Hanuman ji e.t.c. They please all with their ever smiling  expression by which they win over the heart and confidence of all who come to them.
2. सदयं हृदयं... Only the facial expression is not responsible for a magic personality. Another instrument they have in their heart. It is pity, the magic quality to win over others. They vanquish the violent, the greedy, the jealous, the angry, the attached, the mesmerised with pity and pardon. This pity along with smiling face casts a winning effect on the society. Everybody accepts his magic impression with awe.
3. सुधामुचो वाचः ....Then comes his words... speech. When he speaks with softness..conviction..strength.. erudition.. impression... winning effect and conviction, whoever hears it is confident now of his greatness and nearness. Faith and reliability automatically fills the mind and heart of the audience. Cool words enters into the heart and overpowers mind with faith for the speaker.
4. करणं परोपकरणं... Then comes the winning quality that converts any body hard core if left suspicious of the man's integrity. His action casts the final stroke on the pray. He is helpful to others Whatever he does, he does to the well-being of others. He helps others and never does anything to hurt others. His entire active life is dedicated to other's well being.

This type of person is honoured by all.

Friends, have you ever seen such a person with a smiling face, with a heart full of compassion for others, with his words as sweet as nectar and magic, and with behaviour and action dedicated to help others ? They were available in ancient India and they were our forefathers. Have we inherited an iota of these qualities in our gene ? Where are we heading ? Is not it right time to think over ? I need your participatory comments for all of us.

BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA

..... I AM ALWAYS YOURS....

..... I AM ALWAYS YOURS....

To learn the first syllable of life
You gave the whole world....
To show me my right place
You made me an outcaste declared.
It is you O God ! who gave me light ..
It is you O Lord ! who taught me to fight..
Your blessings cheered me
Who gave me eyes to note...
To applaud your creation
You gave me a full lexicon to gloat....
I am humbled O Almighty !
You have given me a world of precious lores...
I am innocent O greatness !
I plead thee I am always yours...

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.....RHYTHM.....

.....RHYTHM.....

It rains in time, the Sun rises in the eastern sky
The trees bear fruit, the fumble bee kisses the flowers shy..
The wind passes by in time, in storm the doe gives birth
The crops ripen in time and this is the rhythm of the earth.

The earth without the Sun and a friendless life
Let me be away God give me problems and strife
Let me live Lord, positivity let me have  to spend my time
Let my work sing the full music with rhythm and rhyme..

Let my life thrive with love, care for the mankind
In all souls, be it hills forests or living being let me faith find
Sweet may be sweeter, let me see the world in a prism
When we see each other in our eyes dear, let's do it in rhythm.

.....मैं योगी हूँ...3

.....मैं योगी हूँ...3

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...
       
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.

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#day55 one word in motion poetry challenge theme

.....RHYTHM.....

It rains in time, the Sun rises in the eastern sky
The trees bear fruit, the fumble bee kisses the flowers shy..
The wind passes by in time, in storm the doe gives birth
The crops ripen in time and this is the rhythm of the earth.

The earth without the Sun and a friendless life
Let me be away God give me problems and strife
Let me live Lord, positivity let me have  to spend my time
Let my work sing the full music with rhythm and rhyme..

Let my life thrive with love, care for the mankind
In all souls, be it hills forests or living being let me faith find
Sweet may be sweeter, let me see the world in a prism
When we see each other in our eyes dear, let's do it in rhythm.

....ଲୋଡ଼ା ନାଇଁ କବି ହବା...

....ଲୋଡ଼ା ନାଇଁ କବି ହବା...

ଆସିବ ଆସିବ ବୋଲି
ଖାଲି ଯାହା ଲେଖୁଛ ଚିଠିରେ
ରାଣଦିଆ ପାନ କଣ ଓଠ କରେ ନାଲି ?
ଦଗାଦିଆ ନାଗରକୁ ଭରସା ନ ଥାଏ
ଜଗା ପାଇଁ ଭଣ୍ଡି ହବା କି ଅବା ନିଆରା
ଓଳିଗଡା ନ ହେଲେ କି ଓଦା ହୁଏ ବାଲି ?


ଚିତା କାଟି ଦେଲେ ଖାଲି
ବଇଷିମ ହୁଅନ୍ତିନି
ୟାଡୁ ସାଡୁ ଲେଖିଦେଲେ ଦିଇ ପଦ
କବିତା ହୁଏନି
ସାତ ତାଳ ଗଭୀରରେ ଦିପୀଦଣ୍ଡି
ସାତ ପ୍ରସ୍ତ ସାଲୁକନା ଭିତରେ ଫରୁଆ..
ତହିଁରେ କଳା ଭଅଁର
ଅହରହ ଜଗିଥିବ ବୁଢ଼ୀ ଅସୁରୁଣୀ
ପାଶେ ତାର ବାରହାତ ଖଣ୍ଡା ଶାଣଦିଆ..
ଭଅଁର ପେଟରେ ଅଛି
କବିତା ର ସୂତ୍ର
ମଗଜ ଥିଲେ ସିନା ରେ
କବିତା ଲେଖିବ
ଆଉ ବୋଲାଇବ ଅମୃତସ୍ୟ ପୁତ୍ର !!

ମୋନାଲିସା
ଲୋଡ଼ା ନାହିଁ କବି ହବା
ଲୋଡ଼ା ନାହିଁ ଚାଲିବା ଶଗଡ ଚକେ
ହାତ ପୁରାଇବା
ଅନ୍ୟ କିଏ ହସୁ କି ନ ହସୁ
ଆପଣା ବିବେକ ଆଗେ
ତଳକୁ ନ ଯିବା...


Promising to come always
In your letters dear
The borrowed beetle
Never makes the lips red
Lovers those cheat
Are seldom relied upon
Lord Jagannath is habitually cheated
It needs a good rain to surface the sands..
Ascetics are not by
Paints on forehead
Sporadic words
Are not treated as poetry
The central pillar is deep in the pond
The casket is covered with seven pieces of satin
Inside it, is the Bumble bee
Watched by the old demoness
Twenty four hours
With a twelve feet sharpened sword
Find the poetic formulae
Write a poem with wisdom dear
And be the child immortal

Monalisa !!
We don't need to be poets
We need not enter into the moving cart
Let others not catch jokes
Let us not come down on our own

.....LOVE ME MORE...

.....LOVE ME MORE...

I was a naive when I met you
You made made me an astute lover
Embued with new life, I demand my due
Don't leave me dear, kiss me and love me more..

Sue me and charge me if I am at fault
You are my master dear you are my court
Punish me with out impunity under any section
Write the IPC again if needed let me read you as a fiction..

Life was never so good, never was i happier
The spring is so sweet now, never was earlier
Teach me more dear, with the scent of love let me be filled
Let my spirit be elevated with my soul rekindled..

....गावँ....

....गावँ....

भाईचारे की बात न कर, मन अब ऊब चूका है
राजनिती का अखाडा क्या है, गावँ चलो अगर देखना है
हर दिल में बैर है, हाँ भाई यही सच्चाई है
दुःख दर्द बाँटना है तो पेखना ही पेखना है।

हरियाली खेतों में और नहीं रह गयी है
जमीनें बंजर हैं, खलिहान खाली खाली है
काम के लिए लोग नहीं मिलते आज
दूध बिके घूम घूम, दारू की पसरा गली गली में,
हक़ीक़त अब यही रह गयी, बस यही अब खुशहाली है ...

Don't talk of fraternity and friendship in village
I am fade up of the issue
If you want to study politics come to the village
Enmity is cultivated here and this is the university
Sharing of sadness and happiness
You will find pretention in it.

Greenery is not seen in the farms
Earth is barren and the crop yard is left wanting
You won't find workers for the field
Milk has sparse demand now
Wine is sold in every street corners
This is the reality, don't get disheartened
This the richness of my village culture left.

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…...ମନ ମୟୁରୀର ଚନ୍ଦ୍ରିକା...

…...ମନ ମୟୁରୀର ଚନ୍ଦ୍ରିକା....

ପାହାନ୍ତି ପହର ସପନରେ ତମେ
ସାମ୍ରାଜ୍ଞୀ ଥିଲ ଗୋ ରୂପର..
ମଦନ ବିଥିର ମଧୁଛନ୍ଦା ଗୋ
ନନ୍ଦିନୀ ନନ୍ଦନ ବନର ...
ରୂପକଳ୍ପର ମଲ୍ଲିକା...
ଇନ୍ଦ୍ରଧନୁର ରାସ ରଂଗିନୀ
ମନ ମୟୁରୀର ଚନ୍ଦ୍ରିକା..

ସ୍ଵପ୍ନସାଗରର ରସ ତରଙ୍ଗିଣୀ
ରାସ ରଙ୍ଗିଣୀ ନାୟିକା..
ବିଧୁବିଭାଷିଣୀ ବିଦ୍ୟୁଦ୍ବଲ୍ଲରୀ ଗୋ
ଛନ୍ଦା ସ୍ରଗ୍ଧରା ଗାୟିକା..
ମୁଗ୍ଧା ମଉନାବତୀ ଗୋ,
ଭୁବନମୋହିନୀ ବିଶ୍ୱବିଧାତାର
ନିତ୍ୟ ଅପରୂପା କୃତି ଗୋ.....

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.....कुबूल है मुझे अब....

.....कुबूल है मुझे अब....

सुन्दर सपनें कभी टुटा नही किया करते...
हमारे अपनें खुद को कभी खोया नहीं करते...
दिल में सजोये मूरत ऐसे भी बहुत सुन्दर हैं
छेदनी और हथौड़ी से उन्हें बेइज्जत नहीं किया करते...

दर्द कभी कभी आस्वाद्य होते हैं
जब उनमें होता है तुम्हारा सुगंध..
प्यार तुम्ही से किया है मैंने..
आसान नहीं था तेरा दिल चुराना और चुप्पी से छू पाना तेरा निबिबन्ध..

प्यार तुम्हीं से किया है मैंने
तुम्ही ने सिखायी है मुझे आँखों में तेेरे तकदीर देखना..
दर्द फिर तुम्ही से मिले तो..
कुबूल है मुझे अब
तेरे ही इसारे पर बार बार मरना...

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....ବୃନ୍ଦାବନ ର ବନ୍ଦିନୀ....

....ବୃନ୍ଦାବନ ର ବନ୍ଦିନୀ....

ଧାରା ଶ୍ରାବଣର ମହକଭରା ଯେ
ସିନ୍ଦୁର ଫରୁଆ ନେଇ...
ସିନ୍ଦୁରା ଫାଟିନି, ତନ୍ଦ୍ରା କଟିନି
ଆସି ତ ଯାଇଛ ସହି..
ଭିଜା ସକାଳର ଭରସା ଦିଅ ଗୋ
ନନ୍ଦ ନଗରୀର ନନ୍ଦିନୀ..
ଯମୁନା କୁଳର ନିଶିଥ ନାଗରୀ
ବୃନ୍ଦାବନର ବନ୍ଦିନୀ...

ରୁଦ୍ରବୀଣାର ତନ୍ତ୍ରୀଝଙ୍କାରେ
କୋମଳ ନିଷାଦ ତୋଳିଛ..
ମନ୍ଦ୍ରସପ୍ତକରେ ସୁରସଂଳାପନେ
ନିଷିଦ୍ଧ ଆଳାପ କଳିଛ..
କଳକଣ୍ଠିକଳାବତୀ ରେ
କଳିତକଳିକା ବକୁଳମାଳିକା
ନବିନାମଧୁମାଳତୀ ରେ....

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...MOM...

...MOM...

When the whole world is asleep
You are in attention
When the soul wants a little love
You are a sea of compassion
When nobody is there
To listen the cry of the heart
It is you Mom, your love melts and mind churns fast.

For the new born, you are the world You are the God incarnate
For every helpless, you are all Mom
You are the destiny and you the fate
Wherever I may be
O my Mom you feels the pang
Your eyes are all moist
when I sing a pathetic song.

Love is your language Mom
Your care is my lifeline,
Grace is your other name
With your blessings Maa,my days do shine.

SCENT OF YOUR PARTING KISS

SCENT OF YOUR PARTING KISS

There is a great upheaval when seasons change
Morning comes a bit earlier and the climate stops revenge
Trees bear new leaves and wear new dress
Cockoos lay eggs and the air breaths afresh

When somebody departs with our soul's nod
And that somebody is a part of our being
The tears won't adjust however the spirit works absurd
Replying to the timeline dear, is never an ordinary thing.

Beauty is never a beast Monalisa loves labour is never lost
Dreams do come true and relation is all faith and trust
You are gone now and gone are all our days of bliss
Life is never a vacume dear I am still with the scent of your parting kiss

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....HAPPY....

....HAPPY....

When I see glitters in the eyes of the last soul on the street
I feel the throbs when a new hope in his opressed heart lit..
At the end of the day wnen with a smile at his lips he feels sleepy
I can say O God ! you are so great I am a creature to be called happy.

Let the flora and fauna grow, let them be protected on this earth
Let the climate be cool and oceans flourish with cheer round the girth
Let the sky be clear with clouds to rain in time
Let the inhabitants speak in unison  we are happy, we are fine.

Let the spirit leap, let the wind blow to keep tricolour flutter
The nation be sovereign with pride let every lip love India mutter..
Let us be free from all ill wills let patriotism with love vive
It is the true happiness my friends let's live and let others live..

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GLORY OF THE DAWN

GLORY OF THE DAWN

It was nearly the dawn when you left
Reeples on the memory line were set
The scenery was as clear as sky azure
The cool breeze bathed the soul splendure..

Life is as wide spread as the vast sand bank
The morning sun is softer than its scriptured rank
Its texture it looks on the river's face
It smiles blissfully in the lap of hills with grace..

So cool is the climate, so cool is the sun.
It is more on the lake, all smile in a ton.
The sweetness is all over, let's enjoy with lust
In the serenity of the nature the boatman is lost.

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....subhashitani... Upadesh hi

उपदेशोऽहि मूर्खाणां प्रकोपाय न शांतये।
पयःपानं भुजंगानां केवलं विषवर्धनम्॥

This is another sanskrit verse from the gems of powerful quotes from the voice of our ancestors who could depict volumes in a few words. Here, we see how it is futile to advise wayward and useless fellows those who have choosen the wrong path willingly. It is another thing, our free democratic state trus to rehabilitate on social ground. We will see the sound logic behind the advise.

Fools are not a biologically deformed lot with any weakness due to lose on account of external reason like physical deformity, social oppression or mental retardation. Murkhas are those who are afflicted due to under-education and spiritual vices like pride, ego, prejudice, jealousy and greed. They fail to update themselves on their will. Foolishness is violent and ferocious when it is accompanied with young age, wealth and strength. They are equal to all others except their unwillingness to cope up with others.

The fools live in their own paradise with their own set of rules and social values. Any advice to these type of people makes them angry because they won't understand. They are not able to take it positively. Instead of being grateful, they consider it as interference and so can't take it with ease. To exemplify the issue, the verse further says... Feeding the  king cobra with milk causes its venom to rise in volume. The milk is the best nourishing element in food chain. Yet it can't have its shooting effect on the unworthy agent. A story I may add to explain...

Once a heavy rain and storm devastated a forest patch. All the wild inhabitants of the forest were helpless and suffered except cave dwellers. The birds were safe because they had their nests. Before them were the helpless monkeys who had no nests and did tremble in cold due to continuous rain and wind. Both the species kept on looking at each other. The birds advised the shivering monkeys to build their own houses at leisure time like them. Monkeys just looked at the birds during the rain and heard everything and the birds felt elated having done their duty by advising great monkeys. Rain decreased and was off completely with the Sun all over. The monkeys were relieved now and the first the they did was destroying the nests of the wise birds.
Here, we can discuss the fact now. Was the advice to monkeys needed and justified ? Did they deserve advice at all cost free ? Monkeys are the king of branches with wisdom, intelligence like humans. They never built houses for shelter from Sun, rain and wild animals because they never it wise. Birds, on the other hand, are conditioned to build their nests before laying eggs. They are wise in this regard. Monkeys are seen dying in rainy season due to heavy rain, yet they never build houses. Birds were not wise enough to understand this and received adverse reaction from the fool monkeys who could not understand the good intention of birds in their free advice.
The example of snake speaks this. Our present political, social and national situation speaks this. Indian government is cool and patient in dealing with the anti national elements in Kashmir Cally wishing time will bring wisdom to the Bibhishanas in Abdullahs, Hurriat leaders and all those who are bleeding the nation. A bunch of students chanting slogans against the nation are all fools and they don't need advise. Students coming out of schools and colleges to oelt stone at security forces and unfurling Pakistan flags for years need punishment, not pardon. A lot of corrupt political leaders who gang up to fool the voters need kicking from public life, not pardon and revival.

It is for you friends to comment.

....THY NAME IS MOTHER...

....THY NAME IS MOTHER...

When the whole world is asleep and you seek attention
When the soul wants a little love and  a little compassion
When nobody is there to listen the cry of the heart
It is she, the mother whose love melts and mind churns fast.

For the new born, she is the world, she is the God incarnate
For every helpless, only the mother is all, the destiny and the fate
Wherever you may be, if you suffer, the mother feels the pang
Her eyes are all moist when her child sings a pathetic song.

Love is her language, she bleeds her life for her flesh
Her care is our lifeline, she is the other name of grace
Your blessings we seek Maa let us thrive under your shelter
You are the vast sky, the wide earth below, O ! thy name is MOTHER.

...WITH MY EYES AS A MIRROR...

...WITH MY EYES AS A MIRROR...

When your days I reminisce you come alive
Your voice is the sweetest coo, your laughter does vive
Long hair, your anger, your charming lovemakings
Your memory bursts into life dear, it painfully stings...


The sprinkles from your wet hair on my face still I feel
After a long bout of quarrel I used to kneel
Before your august feet and the end was pleasure
Vermilion you used to apply ah ! with my eyes as a mirror.

Some come into our lives Monalisa, never to leave again
Their entry may not be a note, but leave a deep stain
Their footprints on the timeline are etched like sculpture
We are drenched for lives dear, even if it is a shower.

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....ତମ ମନ ଅଥଳ ସାଗର...

....ତମ ମନ ଅଥଳ ସାଗର...

ଖରା ବେଶି ହୁଏ ଯେବେ
ଦରକାର ହୁଏ
ପାଟି ଓଦା ହବା...
ଲୁଣିଆ ବୁଟ ଭଜା ହଉ
କି କୋକଲି ଶୁଖୁଆ
କେଲା ହଉ କି ହାଣ୍ଡିଆ
ଚାଲ ସଖି
ଚଳେଇ ବି ଦବା...
ତଂଟି ଶୁଖିଯାଏ ବୋଲି...
ପଚାରନି
ମେଘୁଆ ପାଗରେ କିଆଁ
କଳ ଲାଗେ ଖାଲି ଖାଲି...
ମନ ଖୁସି ହେଲେ ଲୋଡ଼ା
ଖୋଜା ହୁଏ ପୁଣି ମନ ବେସ୍ତ ହେଲେ ?
ଠାକୁରଙ୍କୁ ପୂଜା ହଉ
କିବା ଅରଚନା
ଖୋଜା ତ ପଡିବ ନିଶ୍ଚେଁ ଫଳେ ଫୁଲେ...

ଅବସାଦ ନାହିଁ କେବେ
ସୁନ୍ଦର ତୃପ୍ତିରେ...
ଆଶ୍ଚର୍ଯ୍ୟ ହବାରେ ନାଇଁ
ଜାଗ୍ରତ ଶୁପ୍ତିରେ..
ଯାହା ସବୁ ଭଲ ଲାଗେ
ହେଇ ଯାଉ..
ଯାହା ସବୁ ମନ ଚାହେଁ
ସେଇମିତି ଚାଲିଥାଉ..
ମୋନାଲିସା !
ତମ ମନ ଅଥଳ ସାଗର
ତମ ଆଖି ଭସା ଭସା...
ଆସିବନି ?
ଅଳପ ସମୟ ପାଇଁ ହଉ ପଛେ
ପାଖରେ ଟିକିଏ ହେଲେ ବସିବନି ?

We need it to wet the tongue
when it is too hot
Let us manage Sakhi
With anything
Be it salty dry gram
Or small dry fish..
Be it country plantain
Or formented rice..
Don't ask if the pallet is dry..
Mouth feels empty why..
Strange it is
Happy time demands
And you need it when you are cross
Open it a little
When you worship or in class..

There is no end
To pleasing satisfaction
Don't be startled
If somebody is knowingly asleep
Let it happen
Whatever is a joy..
If you like it
Let it be a coy...
Your heart is deep ocean, Monalisa
Your eyes are mysteries..
Won't you come
And sit for a while
Even in jitteries ?

...YOUR CHARM IS MY WORLD...

...YOUR CHARM IS MY WORLD...

The days of sweating we did never miss
The quarrels were all pleasure and sweet were the days
My memory is dancing still with the flavors of your kiss
We were always first to hail the morning rays...

Blessed are those who feel together
Nearness is there where hearts throb
The beloved is always the queen and the lover a pauper
Your charm is my world dear, you are my globe.

Let us listen to our own stories now
Let us light the lamp
Let us hold our hands and let us take a vow
Let us sing the chorus together and let us erect the camp.

सपनें दीखते हैं सखी

सपनें दीखते हैं सखी
देखे नहीं जाते..
बीत जातीं हैं ऐसे घड़ियाँ
बितायीं नहीं जातीं...
वक्त की न कहो
आना है तो आ जाओ..
पीनी है ?
क्या क्या बीती है
बतानी है ?
तो आँखों में देख..
सामने हूँ तेरा
पूछना है क्या रे
ले, छू ले सखि
ह्रदय की समंदर में
डुबकी लगाके परख...

मोनालिसा !
देर हो चुकी है बहुत..
उम्र भी ढल चुकी है
समझना है
तो पढ़ ले यह खत...
बदल चुका है दुनिया
प्यालों में ढल चुकी हैं सारी बरबादी..
चीखने का दम नहीं है अब इन दीवारों में
गले भी सूखने की पड चुके हैं आदी..
अपनें अपनें होते हैं
याद रख
सपनें सपनें होते हैं
यह भी सिख.....

Dreams come on their own, Sakhi
Can't be seen.
Such moments are lived
Can't live them willingly...
Don't ask me an appointment
Visit if you wish..
Want a peg ?
Want to open up ?
Then look into my eyes
I am in your front...
Why ask, dear
Touch me to feel
Dive straight into me
And test to your fill.

It is too late Monalisa !
I have grown older
Read these letters
If you want to understand
The world has changed so much
I am ruined into this cup..
No voice in these weakened walls
My tongue is accustomed to be dry
All the dreams are only dreams...
Remember....
And learn
Nearers are always dearer...

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....YOUR WELCOME SONG....

Your  welcome song was sung
In the cooing of cockoo, dear
I had received the love petals bedecked with peacock feather..

The invitation you did dispatch
Was in a card scented with your touch..
The sweets you sent
Were mixed with dew drops and faith..

You had presented, dear the music of the pouring Shravana
And broke the pride of sex Goddess.
You had written the birth chart of our first love,
O dear with a butter soft body, in a honeyed flower bunch...

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..मेरा गाँव...

..मेरा गाँव...

गाँव अभी गाँव नहीं रहा
जैसे आप बखान कर रहे है..
दूध अभी गाय नहीं देती जी
अमूल की डिब्बे से नवजात पहली चूस ले रहे हैं...

माँ बाप बृद्धाश्रम की राह ढूंढ कर
बहु के जिम्मे बेटों को छोड़ रहे हैं..
वक्त की बात न कर भाई
फुर्सत की राह अभी सब निहार रहे हैं..

सहर में फुट पाथ पर सुकून मिलता है जी
गांववालों को अब बेघर होना पसंद है
शहर के घरों में क्या नाखुबी है, पता नहीं
गावँ के हर घर के बिचोंं बीच आज दिवार है।

My village is no more the same, dear
The way you are singing..
Milk is not expected from cows
The new borns are in the lap of Amul boxes..

Parents do search for old age homes
Sons are handed over to daughters in law
Let's not talk of free time yaar
Everybody is now wishes for little respite from the claw..

Happiness is a bird found chirping in footpaths of cities
My villagers have tasted the charm in being homeless
How are the homes in towns, I don't know
In every houses in villages, erected you will find new walls.

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.....ଲବଣୀ କୋମଳଗାତ୍ରୀ ଗୋ....

.....ଲବଣୀ କୋମଳଗାତ୍ରୀ ଗୋ....

କୋଇଲି କଂଠେ ବାଜିଥିଲା ତମ
ଶୁଭ ଆଗମନି ଶଙ୍ଖ...
ପାଇ ଥିଲି ତମ ପ୍ରଣୟ ପାଖୁଡା
ପ୍ରଥିତ ମୟୁର ପଙ୍ଖ..
ସ୍ନିଗ୍ଧ କୋମଳ ସ୍ନେହର ପରଶ
ବୋଳା ନିମନ୍ତ୍ରଣ ଚିଠା.
ଦେଇଥିଲ ସଖୀ କାକର ବିନ୍ଦୁରେ
ବିଶ୍ୱାସ ବତୁରା ମିଠା..
ଧାରା ଶ୍ରାବଣର ଧ୍ରୁପଦକୁ ଧରି
ପରଶିଲ ବିପ୍ରଳମ୍ଭ..
ରୁଦ୍ରବୀଣାର ତଂତ୍ରି ଝଙ୍କାରେ
ଭାଙ୍ଗିଥିଲ ରତି ଦମ୍ଭ...
ଲବଣୀ କୋମଳ ଗାତ୍ରୀ ଗୋ.
ଆଦ୍ୟ ପ୍ରଣୟର ମଧୁମଞ୍ଜରୀ ରେ
ଲେଖିଥିଲ ଜନ୍ମପତ୍ରୀ ଗୋ...

Your  welcome song was sung
In the cooing of cockoo
I had received the love petals bedecked with peacock feather..
The invitation card you sent
Was scented with your touch..
The sweets you sent
Were mixed with dew drops and faith..
You had presented, dear
The central line of pouring Shravana
And broke the pride of sex Goddess.
You had written the birth chart
Of the first love,
O dear with body as soft as butter !
In the honeyed flower bunch...

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...ECHO.....

...ECHO.....

When the moon makes the sojourn
It is lily that smiles
Only to see the lotus pleased
The Sun covers miles

Poetry flows down the easel
When ripples transverse the ether
Emotions overflow the brink
And art takes a breather.

Your eyes do speak dear
Your soul is an open book to me
Your love has a magic touch
I am yours and ever will be

Let me worship your beauty, love
You are beyond imagination
Embodiment of charm you are
Your style is a fashion.

Be sure my sweet darling
Be a little bit smart
I am waiting for you with open arms
Come O ! the echo my heart.

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....SHADOW...

....SHADOW...

Sweet were the days we made our rendezvous
Sweeter were they those kept us engaged
Love was the platter we kept seeing ourselves
Life was full of charm dear hopes were all raised..

Happy are we if happiness can be measured in words
Let us fly honey, the sky is so wide and we are freer than birds
So big is the earth with richness  with sea of hopes.
Come come my love we move ahead, we have plenty of ropes.

Let us dance dear, the whole life is before us
Let us feel each other with faith and the bundle of warmth, lush
Hold me sweet heart with your arms around
Kiss me with your full mouth, with a moaning sound.

Let us move ahead, hands in hand and resolution strong
The music of life is on, let us sing a single song
Let us allow the breeze in through the open window
Let me follow you my nice lady, let me be your own shadow.

Ah ! Had it been easy to forget you

Ah ! Had it been easy to forget you
And easier to bear those broken promises..
Fallen down, taken to feet
Again fallen and managed
Had we not vowed with hand in our hands..
Putting into size all those dispersed dreams..
How we decided to walk ahead together..

Why this happens Monalisa ?
Why this occurs to us always ?
Man never gets
What he wants so dear.
Why can't he forget so easily
That touches his heart
Can't turn back ever
If joins the bar once ?

काश भूलना इतना आसान होता !

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 ...

ऐसा क्यों होता है मोनालिसा,
ऐसा क्यों हमेशा होता,
इन्सान जो चाहता है दिल से
हरगिज क्यों न बटोर पाता !
भूल नहीं पाता क्यों न कभी
जो छू जाता है दिल से,
वह कभी क्यों लौट पाता नहीं
जो जुट जाता है महफ़िल से ? 

सत्य की सत्यापन हूँ. Attestation of truth I am

सत्य की सत्यापन हूँ

मैं सिर्फ शिव हूँ, सरल हूँ और सुन्दर हूँ।
भक्तों का ह्रदय में बसते हुए भी बिकराल हूँ
जागृती का महामंत्र हूँ
फिर भी सुप्त हूँ
बिकट, रूद्र बननेका अभिशप्त भी हूँ।
मैं दुःखी हूं की चिलम पकड़ा कर मेरे ही भक्त कबि बननेका शौकीन हैं
नाम मेरा अमृत, लेकिन परिपाटी नमकीन है
प्रभु ही हूँ मैं
संहार में करता यकीन हूँ
फिर भी मैं शिव हूँ, सुन्दर हूँ और सत्य की ही सत्यापन हूँ।




अपना कहने के लिए मेरे पास कुछ भी नहीं है
मैं मालिक हूँ, बिश्वनाथ भी मैं हूँ
भस्म बिलेपित दिगंबर भी हूँ
भुलक्कड़ हूँ
दुनियादारी से मुक्त हूँ
मुक्तिकमियों के स्वयंभू भी हूँ
मेरे ही सामने मेरी अपनापन से
मैं ही अनबन हूँ
फिर भी मैं शिव हूँ, सुन्दर हूँ और सत्य की सत्यापन हूँ।


मैं अहंकार हूँ, स्वाभिमान का साकार हूँ
आशाओं का आँगन हूँ
प्रत्याशाओं की प्रांगण भी हूँ
भूत हूँ भवितव्य भी हूँ
अपने ही खोज में निकला हुआ वर्त्तमान भी हूँ
मैं व्यास हूँ, अव्यबस्थित व्यबस्थान का
आभास भी हूँ
संतृप्ति की आह्वान हूँ
प्राप्ति की सायांन्ह भी हूँ
फिर भी मैं शिव हूँ, सुन्दर हूँ और सत्य की सत्यापन हूँ।

I am benefic, simple and graceful.
Although I recide in the hearts of my devotees
I am the fearsome.
I am the great hymn of alertness
Yet I am asleep.
Cursed I am of being ferocious
I am sorry
Dearest of me paint me addict
To write poetry
My name is the symbol of immortality
My attire is all salty.
I am the master of all
I am cause of destruction
Still I am the benefic, the graceful and truth's attestation ...

I don't have anything of my own
I am the owner and master of the universe
I am clotheless and fond of ash.
Forgetful and free of worldly affairs
I am the center of seekers of liberation
I am not satisfied with my self
Still I am the benefic, the graceful and truth's attestation ...

I am the ego
And I represent the sense of prejudice
I am the field of hopes
Courtyard of expectations I am too
I am the past
I am the future
And I am the wanderer of present also
I am the sage Vyas
I am also the sense of unsettled establishment.
Invitation of satisfaction I am
And the afternoon of receipt too
Still I am the benefic, the graceful and truth's attestation ...

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सुभाषितानि.... 7.5.17

सुभाषितानि....

अनाहूतः प्रविशति अपृष्टो बहु भाषते ।
अविश्वस्ते विश्वसिति मूढचेता नराधमः ॥

It is another gem from the ocean of well said verses written in sanskrit language. Here, we will understand the charecteristics of a foolish person. It is so necessary to identify the points which make us cut sorry figures in the society without us being unaware of them. We will see many of us are actually indulging in these horrendous behaviour somehow or the other because we have never heard such beutiful things in our student days. The material in this verse is represented in a whole chapter by modern writers like Dale Carnegie and other modern  analysts.

1. अनाहूतः प्रविशति... A man should not enter a meeting place or a house without being invited. These places are private in nature and allow the members to relax and on their own. Privacy is one of the requisite of modern man and family. Likewise a meeting place is of utmost privacy for discussion of the members  when so.ebody forcefully enters without notice, he naturally trespasses their privacy putting them at unease. This is not taken lightly and enmity and misunderstanding arises.
2. अपृष्टो बहु भाषते .. speech is the door of one's heart and mind. A man's depth of knowledge and worth is known from his speech or writing. Words do immaculately represent the wisdom and learning through education. One word can open of your upbringing and training casting aspersions on the tradition with family history. It is said rightly..ताबत्तु शोभते मुर्खः यावत्किंचित न भाषते... A fool is all nice until he speaks. Great Kalidasa was earlier an uneducated fool and was caught  by his newly wed wise wife from his first uttered word..a single word. Hence, it is always advisable to speak if necessary. That to little as possible. The less words used, the safer it is. Speaking is an art as per modern Dale Carnegie. Know more and express with value words. अर्थगौरवं... Meaningful words. Precisely spoken words carry weight. Analysis needs depth. A man who spends words without being asked is a fool.
3. अविश्वस्ते विश्वसिति.. The last point is believing on unworthy people. Faith is the most vital interactive relation ship all animals need to sustain life. It is the reaction next to five sensory organs nature has developed through millions years of evolution of species. Reliance comes from direct proof of knowledge through continuous behavioural practice. One should believe on worthy of faith. And it should be tested. Unknown, untested persons should never be trusted. Life is very vital and death gives no opportunity for a second time.

Let us friend test the quoted verse and it's applicability on our life. I wish you comment if I am not correct.

Compiler.. SACHIDANAND MISHRA

KASHMIR PROBLEM.. WHAT IS IT ?

KASHMIR PROBLEM.. WHAT IS IT ?

Today, the Kashmir is burning. Security forces on duty are being publicly humiliated, pelted with stones by only a identified number of youths. All with covered face. Anti India slogan is a fashion. Political parties of the valley are appearing with soft corner to the unrest. Government seems to be in thoughtful mode. Today, we will have a healthy discussion. Is it really political ? Or any thing else ?

We have to understand two terms Sufism and wahhabism and their relation with Kashmiriyat.

The substance of Sufism is the Truth and the meaning of Sufism is the selfless experiencing and actualization of the Truth. The practice of Sufism is the intention to go towards the Truth, by means of love and devotion. This is called the tarigat, the spiritual path or way towards God. The sufi is one who is a lover of Truth, who by means of love and devotion moves towards the Truth, towards the perfection which all are truly seeking. As necessitated by love's jealousy, the sufi is taken away from all except the Truth.

For more than two centuries,  Wahhabism has been Saudi Arabia's dominant faith. It is an austere form of Islam that insists on a literal interpretation of the Koran. Strict  Wahhabis believe that all those who don't practice their form of Islam are heathens and enemies.

Let me quote Mr R Upadhyay on the present issue

" To understand this problem of Kashmir which is not a political but religious, one has to look into the Saudi-Wahhabi imperialistic design in the Muslim world particularly in the Indian sub-continent. With the Islamist’s conquest starting from Arabian Peninsula to the ongoing terror war against the Crusaders, Jews, Sufi Muslims and Hindus, the desert warriors who never tried to understand the rational world view of love, peace and co-existence took civilisational evolution to be the history of conflict and cruelty. Accordingly, they never reconciled with the non-Islamic power any where in the world.

But after the entry of Wahhabism in the valley, the descendants of the Islamist invaders are now set to hegemonise Kashmiriyat under a very small Arab component in the veil of ‘Azadi’. These fringe elements or separatist group that are primarily rooted to their foreign lineage don’t have any racial fraternity with the Muslims of Kashmir ancestry who are born and brought up in the gentler version of Kashmiriyat.

Contrary to this cultural identity of the locals, the separatists had Jihadi narratives of Kashmiriyat which they linked with Wahhabi version of Islam that is totally opposed to the tomb worship tradition of the people. Ironically, these separatists are sending their own children for study in big cities out of Kashmir while using other children as their foot soldiers to carry on their designs within Kashmir. The soft line approach of the mainstream politicians towards the separatists has gradually turned the situation from bad to worse and has now emboldened the patrons of jihadi outfits both across the border as well in Kashmir to campaign for the hard line version of the faith to grow day by day.

While carrying the mental load of the medieval version of Islam, this fringe group in the valley facilitated the import of Saudi funded version of hard-line Islam known as Wahhabism. Over the years emergence of Madrasas and mosques under the control of Wahhabi Mullahs and support of a section of power hungry native nobles as also with a little help  of Pakistan were able to mobilise a section of local youths for spreading jihadi doctrine in the name of ‘azadi’ and that is the root cause behind the unrest in the valley today."

              Courtesy..R Upadhyay.

ଅରୁଣ ବରଣ

ଅରୁଣ ବରଣ
ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ନେଇ ଗୋ
ସୁନ୍ଦର ତମେ ଆସିଥିଲ...
ମୁଜା ଝରକାର
କବାଟ ଫାଙ୍କରେ
ଲୁଗା ଦେଇ ମୁହେଁ କାଶିଥିଲ..
ସୁଦୁ ଖରାବେଳେ, ନିଛାଟିଆ ..
ଆମନ୍ତ୍ରଣ ଦେଇ ଦରଦୀ ବୁକୁର
ଖୋଲି ଦେଇ ଥିଲ ସଖି ହିଆ..

ଅରପିଲ ମନ
ଗୋଲାପୀ ଅଧର
ସଂଅପି ଦେଲ ଗୋ ଯଉବନ
ସୁନେଲି ଭରଷା
ଭରିଥିଲା ଆଶା
ଅନୁଭବିଥିଲ ନିଧୁବନ..
ବୃଷଭାନୁ ଜେମା ସାଜିଥିଲ..
ବଇଁଶୀ ସ୍ଵନରେ
ଚେତନା ହଜେଇ
ଯଶୋଦାନନ୍ଦନେ ଭଜିଥିଲ...

ଯମୁନା କୂଳରେ
ସଙ୍ଗୀନି ମେଳରେ
ହଜେଇଚ କେତେ ସଂଜବୁଡ଼..
ତୁଠ ପଥରରେ
ଚିହ୍ନ ଖୋଜି ଖୋଜି
ସନ୍ତର୍ପଣେ ଖସେଇଛ ଗୋଡ..
ମୁହଁରେ ମାରିଛ ପାଣିଛିଟା..
କଳସୀ କାଖେଇ
ତରବରେ ଚାଲି
ମାଡିଛ ପାଦରେ ମିଛ କଣ୍ଟା...

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SACHIDANAND MISHRA

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

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

You are an angel of charm dear
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 my heart...

Thanks, leave the issue of look
Sadness does not suit you.....
Come on Monalisa
Can't you smile a little for the book ?

The world is not so bad ..let it be yaar ...
As far as eyes go, only you are there.....
Anger is so much in you, simply you work wonder
With a smile, everything you change in a flare..

Feeling offence is your cup of tea
Tell me how will you be pleased
I know how to honor your every style
Hey, I am your century old lover
My life is for a century at your feet leased....

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BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA

BONDING WITH NATURE

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

हम जुआरी हैं...we are gamblers

हम जुआरी हैं
एक भिन्न पृथिवि के मोनालिसा !
खुद को भूलने बैठे
रसाप्लुत साश्रुल बन...
आँखें खूले
तो समझे तभी सवेरा हुआ
जो अच्छा लगे
वही तत्त्व दर्शन...
हम हैं शाल्मलीस्थित बृद्ध जरद्गव
और हम ही हैं
चतुर दीर्घकर्ण..
शायद भूल नहीं होगी
अगर हम कहें
पूर्ण कभी नहीं था
पूर्ण से जरूर होता
जठर जाल निर्वापन..
हमारे लिए जो कुछ बचा है
वह है बना बनाया आंसू
और प्रचारधर्मी भाईचारे की
अधम उदहारण...

We are gamblers Monalisa
Of a different ecosystem
We forget ourselves
Being emotionally charged...
When eyes open
We treat it as dawn
Whatever we like
We take it as the truth...
We are the old Jaradgava vulture on the Great Ceiba tree
And we are the clever cat Dirghakarna..
Probably, we will not be that wrong
If we say
Never was it full
Because
Had it been full
Our hunger would have ceased since long ..
What's left for us is
False tears
And the worst example of
Propagandistic fraternity

Films and derogatory portrayal of women.

Films and derogatory portrayal of women.

Today, let us have a discussion on the issue that affects the society as a whole. Three top cops, women all, of India have come to raise the issue of negative role of films in contributing in to the rise of crime in society. They have pinpointed the tale telling effect on children psychology. The violence, the crime scenes portrayed in films mould thoughts and attitude of children. These officers, highly trained and directly working in the social set up of our country have opined that almost all delinquents have been impressed by the plots promoting violence in the films. Crime scenes have been deliberately prepared to leave deep impression on the viewers and that affects deeper in children. Indignity to women through rape scenes, misbehavior to femininity, indecent lyrical highlights and so always begin at films. Priducers and directors find innovative ways to humiliate beautiful women almost in all the sphere of social scenes in films as if the filming is impossible without inflicting harm to womanhood. This is true. Violence, crime, theft, rape scenes, kiss, defiling a woman's modesty are the only scenes required for films and the entire film centers on these scenes. The more empliyed the more business it makes.

Dhoom, released in 2004, a film about a group of bikers that burgle banks and other public places inspired a group of bikers in Kerala to rob a bank in 2007. The group stole gold and cash worth lakhs of rupees. However, this isn’t new. The 1972 film starring Amitabh Bachchan, Bombay to Goa, inspired three working professionals to break into a safe in a warehouse. They admitted that they saw the film for reference.

There are also findings that suggest watching sexually aggressive films negatively influence the viewer’s attitude towards women.

All this is concerning especially when it comes to children. Children often like to imitate what they see on television and in films. They cannot differentiate between fact and fiction until the age of four. This might lead them to view violence as an ordinary occurrence, affecting their sense of compassion.

Although there may not be much evidence to prove that violence in films influences people’s behaviour, there are studies that suggest that it does have some short-term effects. Researchers suggest they might enhance aggression but only among people prone to it. Movies may also offer ideas on ways to kill or be violent for such people.

It is time, Government to take action in the issue.

ପେଇବ ସଖି ?

ପେଇବ ସଖି ?
ନା ପିଇବ ଟିକିଏ ?
ମନେ ରଖ
ପିଆଲାରେ ଦିଶେ ନାଇଁ କ୍ଷତ ହୃଦୟର
ଆକ୍ଷିରୁ ବୋହିଗଲେ ବି
ଲୁହ ହୋଇ ଦୁଃଖ ସବୁ..
ପାରୁଛ ତା ପିଇ ଯାଅ
ଘୋଟି କରି ଅୟୁତ ଆକାଂକ୍ଷା
ପିଆଅ ବି କିଛି
ନଈ ହେଇ ବହିଗଲେ
ବାନ୍ଧ ନାଇଁ ବନ୍ଧ
ପଚାରିବ ଯଦି
କହିବ ଏ ପାନଶାଳା
ଦେବଦାସ କେଵେଠୁଁ ଆସିନି ।

ଆଃ, ଛାଡ ସଖି
ଢାଳ ଆଉଟିକେ
ଭରି ଦିଅ ଜୀବନର ଏଇ ଅତୃପ୍ତ ପିଆଲା
ଶ୍ରଦ୍ଧାର, ଧୈର୍ଯ୍ୟର ଖବର ପଚାର
କହିବ ତ କୁହ
ପଦଶବ୍ଦ ଶୁଭୁନି କାହିଁକି ଏଠି
ହଜିଯିବା ଖାଲି କିଆଁ ଏଠିକା ବେଭାର
ସ୍ୱପ୍ନର ବାଲିଘର ଆଉ କିଆଁ ଦିଶୁନି ଏଇଠି
ଶୁଭୁନାଇଁ ପିଆଲାର ଟୁଁ ଟାଂ ଶବ୍ଦ
ବାଟ ସବୁ ହଜି ଯାଏ ଏହାର କାନ୍ଥରୁ
ପରଦା ପଡୁନି ଏଠି
ପରଦା ପଛର ଗଳ୍ପ
ଆଉ ସେତେ ଲେଖା ହଉନାଇଁ
ଲେଖିବାବାଲାଙ୍କ ହାତ
ଖୋଜୁ ଅଛି ସ୍ଵଇଚ୍ଛାରେ ବନ୍ଦୀଶାଳା

ଲୁହ ସବୁ ପଙ୍ଗୁ ଏବେ
ହୃଦୟ ସ୍ପନ୍ଦନ
କହିବାରେ ଅସମର୍ଥ
ପରଦାର ଅନ୍ତରାଳେ ନାହିଁ ଆଉ
ସାମର୍ଥ୍ୟର ଅହମିକା
ସମୟ ତ ବଦଳିଛି
ବଦଳିଛି ଭଦ୍ରତାର ଛାୟା
ଆସ ସଖି
ଆସ ନେଇ ଆନନ୍ଦ ଫୁଆରା
ଆସ ସଖି...
ଚାଲିଥାଉ ପାନଶାଳା
ଉପଭୋଗ କରିଯିବା
ଯାହା ଅଛି ଜୀବନଟା ବାକି...

Will you drink a little
Before making me drink ?
Remember
Wounds of the heart
Won't reflect in the cups
Although sorrows do flow down in the form of tears..
O yes
Drink to your fill
Milions of expectations
And make me drink a little..
If they flow down
Don't object.
The parlour will tell you
How long is Devdas absent.

Ah, leave it Sakhi
Pour a little down
Fill this ever insatiable cup of life
Ask if you like
The fact of patience and attachment
Tell if you wish
Why no footsteps are heard any more..
Why everybody is lost here..
Why sand homes are no more built
Why sound if cups are not heard..
All roads are closed at its door
Curtains no more dropped now
Stories behind the scene are not written
Story writers are seen searching a safe heaven.

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How to tackle pakistan ?

How to tackle pakistan ?

It is really a million dollar question everybody is trying to solve now. Yet, we need each other's view to reach a solution.
A rogue state Pakistan is, no doubt. It has no positive state policy except competing with India on negative platform. One time solution it needs and a final one. It is now a face behind which even all Indian opposition political parties are rallying behind, as is evident. It was a legacy the present government inherited. Kashmir problem is the pivot on which everything moves.Indtead of a solution, it is being exploited to make the water muddy.

Politics is the greatest setback India faces with its democratic system. It has reached to such a pitiable condition, Indian army is fighting against stone pelters from a handful of active anti national youth. Rubber bullets are banned and Indian judiciary is taking it's own time on such a serious issue. Security personnel are being humiliated on the crossroad of time. Dealing with Pakistan is not so difficult as is to face the helpless opposition political opponents without face.

The Government is pressed hard to make moves hurriedly. We need a permanent solution and it is time now. It needs public support and the nation is ready.

All relation with Pakistan has to be stopped. Pakistan lovers are all identified. They are not hidden. IPC Acts need to be applied against them. Sedition charges must be viewed seriously. External enemies need be tackled along with the internal sympathisers and it is necessary now. State policies need be pronounced straight, without any pity on anti national faiths.

National water policy, border issues, commerce between countries, economic co operation and military preparedness are to be tuned and retuned in favor of our own country. India was decided once and it is settled. If any body is unsatisfied, let it be settled through bilateral solution or force. National interest is first and any other reconsideration by any body may be addressed without impunity.

....अब छोडो.... ...Leave it yaar...

....अब छोडो....
...Leave it yaar...

हम इन लोगों में से हैं मोनालिसा
जिन के पास
कुछ भी नहीं बच गया है अब
अपना कहने के लिए
और अपना समझ कर
दिल खोलने के लिए..
खो चुके हैं सब कुछ
चौराहे पर खुदगर्ज़ों का
नील वर्ण शियारों का
खुद की नींव पर घात करनेवालों का..
अपनापन के पनघट में
दूसरों को अपनाए हैं बहुत
मुस्कराने की कोशिश में
घायल भी हुए हैं
लेकिन
खो बैठते हैं खुद अपने को

ठोकर खाना आस्वाद्य है
आस्वाद्य है
ठोकर खाकर भी न गिरना
अगर गिरना नसीब हुआ कभी
तो गिर कर भी संभलना
तुम्हीं ने तो सिखायी थी
तुम्हीं ने तो बताई थी
अपनों को न भूलना

अब छोडो
रात कितनी है तो बता
प्याले क्यों खाली हैं सखि !
जिंदगी और कितनी है बाक़ी ?

We belong to these people
Monalisa
Those have nothing left
They can claim as their own
And to open their heart
Treating them as their own
Those who have lost everything
On the public square
Of selfish folks
Of blue painted jackals
And of those who harm their own root
On the waterfront of nearness
We have owned others
We have been hurt also
While trying to smile
But we lose ourselves..

It is blissful sometimes
To get cheated
And it is enjoyable
To resist a fall being cheated
You had taught me
To get on feet
Even if we had to fall ever
You had advised dear
Not to forget dear and near..

Leave it now, Sakhi
Tell me what is the time ?
Why are the cups empty ?
How far is the end of life ?

....IT IS A SPIRITUAL FLAME...

....IT IS A SPIRITUAL  FLAME...

Things are not always all the same
Time heals and is the greatest healer..
Life is a bunch of uncertainity, we are often in flame
If we choose a safe path, time itself is the greatest waiver..

Life is lived with open heart
Nothing is absolutely good, nothing is bad
If you try in good faith, the whole sky is an enchanted shirt
Treat your work as an opportunity and you are the happiest lad..

Poetry is the language of a free society
Don't make it a market place of selfish desire
It is a pious field, read write and worship it as a diety
It is a spiritual flame dear, let it not turn into a funeral pyre.

....ଓଳିଗଡା ପାଣି ପରି...

....ଓଳିଗଡା ପାଣି ପରି...

ବଦଳିଯାଇଚି ଏଠି
ସବୁକିଛି ମୋନାଲିସା
ତମେ ଯିବା ଠିକ୍ ଯିବା ପରେ
ସ୍ମୃତି ସବୁ ଆସିଛନ୍ତି
ମଉସୁମୀ ଯିବା ପରେ କଳାଘୋଡା ଚଢି..
ଯେମିତି ଥିଲା ଦୁନିଆଁ
ଲାଗୁଚି ତ ସେଇଭଳି ଅଛି...
ଅଶୀଣ ଗାଉଚି ଗୀତ
ଆଦି ମଣିଷର
ଶିମିଳି ଗଛରେ ଏବେ ଗଦା ଗଦା କଢ଼
ପବନରେ ଶୁଭ୍ର ଆହ୍ୱାନ
ହାତ ଠାରି ଡାକେ କାଶତଣ୍ଡି..
କବିତା ଲେଖିଲାବେଳେ
ଶବ୍ଦମାନେ ଆସୁଛନ୍ତି ପହଣ୍ଡି ପହଣ୍ଡି...

ମୋନାଲିସା
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