.....ମୁରଲୀଧରଙ୍କୁ ଖୋଜୁଥା... .....SERCH FOR FLUTE HOLDER....

.....ମୁରଲୀଧରଙ୍କୁ ଖୋଜୁଥା...
.....SERCH FOR FLUTE HOLDER....

ଖୁସି ହଉଛୁ କି ପଚାରେ ନିଜକୁ
ମନରେ ଫୁଟୁଚି ଫୁଲ ତ..
ମୁହଁ ରେ କାହାର ହସ ଦେଖିଦେଲେ
ସମ୍ଭାଳୁଛି ନା ତୋ ହାଲତ..
ଦୁଃଖରେ କାହାର ଭାଗିଦାର କେବେ
ହେଇଚୁ କି ନାଇଁ ଜାଣିଚୁ..
ସୁନ୍ଦର ସପନ ସମସ୍ତେ ଦେଖନ୍ତି
ପର ପାଇଁ କେବେ ଭାବିଚୁ ..
ବସନ୍ତ ଆସିଲେ ଅବିର ସଜାଡି
ମୁହଁରେ ସଭିଙ୍କ ବୋଳୁଥା...
ଗୋବିନ୍ଦ ନାଆଁରେ ବଇଁଶୀ ବଜେଇ
ରାଗ ପଦ୍ମତୋଳା ତୋଳୁଥା...
ରମାରମଣଙ୍କୁ ଭଜୁଥା ରେ ବାବୁ
ମୁରଲୀଧରଙ୍କୁ ଖୋଜୁଥା...
ବୁଡିଯିବୁ କେବେ କିଏ ସେ କହିବ
ଧୀରେ ଧୀରେ ଦୀପ ତେଜୁଥା....

Ask yourself
If you are happy
Does your heart bloom ..
Are you at ease
When you see somebody smile
Do you remember a moment
When you shared other's sorrow
Its natural everybody dreams
Have you ever thought for others
Now it is spring
Apply red  to other's face with love
Play the flute in the name of Govind
Let the raaga be Padmatola
Worship Ramaramana and
Search for the flute master
Who can foretell when to sink
Lit the lamp in slow pace..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

...I WAS LONG BACK OLD...

...I WAS LONG BACK OLD...

I need more of my share
I have not fully lived a life of my own....
I have not seen of me
I have been a victim of cruel fate
I have only seen myself fully blown...

So judicious you are O God
You see everything cool and caring..
You have given me so much pain
You have left me on a sharing..
Life O ..So lovely, you are out of my reach...
Love me full O leave me not, I am all yours, teach...

My part of play
Let me perform with full of lust..
Let me live it every inch
Let me be it with the fullest of cost..
Come, come my love
Touch me to turn into Midas gold...
I have learnt to live just now
I am young now, I was long back old...

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.....I WON'T LEAVE YOU EVER....

The world is so big
The time is spread like a Sphinx...
Your wish is pure as the morning dew
Don't treat yourself as a jinx...
You are not the only one
who sulk with their soul killed..
You will live believe me
To have your desire fulfilled...

You call me
I will be with you before you wink...
Be sure I love you Monalisa
I am you and within you I always blink...
I need you
The same as you wish me near...
Do your job faithfully
I will never leave you I swear...

I was there very much
When your privacy was invaded..
Before you called me for help
I was there to protect your head..
The witness I was
When you were drawing life from the umbilical chord..
I am your guide O soul
I created you and I am your ultimate  Lord....

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....गैरों के लिए दुनिया बहुत बड़ी है... ...The world is too big for others...

....गैरों के लिए दुनिया बहुत बड़ी है...
...The world is too big for others...

दुनिया हम ही से नहीं हैं सिर्फ..
और भी हैं कई क़िरदार
खेलते खिलाते
आते जाएंगे जाते जाएंगे...
जिंदगी की मेला लगती है
नगमे गाते जाएंगे...
दुनिया रुकनेवाला नहीं है किसके लिए
शोर मचते रहेंगे
दुनियां में हम न होंगे
तो क्या हुआ
दुनिया थम नहीं जाएगा
भूले बिसरों में हम गिने जाएंगे

कुछ संपर्क
गहराइयों से ही नपा जाता है मोनालिसा
वक्त कीमती है बहुत,
बांटने को इजाजत नहीं,
बस, इरादों की जरूरत है...
अपनें तो दिलमें ही बसते हैं
गैरों के लिए दुनिया बहुत बड़ी है...

The world is not us alone
A lot more  players are there
Will be coming and going
Playing and feeding
A big fair of life is out there
It will be well sung
The world will not wait for any one
Noise will go on.
So what
If we don't be in it
The world will not stop
We will be remembered among
Forgotten and fled..

Some relations are measured
With depth, Monalisa
Time is so precious
No permission to share
What we need is will
Nearers and dears stay in our heart
The world is too big for others

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....I WON'T LEAVE YOU EVER....

.....I WON'T LEAVE YOU EVER....

The world is so big
The time is spread like a Sphinx...
Your wish is pure as the morning dew
Don't treat yourself as a jinx...
You are not the only one
who sulk with their soul killed..
You will live believe me
To have your desire fulfilled...

You call me
I will be with you before you wink...
Be sure I love you Monalisa
I am you and within you I always blink...
I need you
The same as you wish me near...
Do your job faithfully
I will never leave you I swear...

I was there very much
When your privacy was invaded..
Before you called me for help
I was there to protect your head..
The witness I was
When you were drawing life from the umbilical chord..
I am your guide O soul
I created you and I am your ultimate  Lord....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....STRUK WITH THUNDERBOLT...

.....STRUK WITH  THUNDERBOLT...

Life is never a dry tale to be told by a fool
It is fine lived when we treat it with cool
Love is the gum you are bound to the world with
Your response to the social value is the strength of your theeth.

I am always with you Monalisa, be you with me or away
Your smile is the air I breath in your feelings are before me in a tray
Your eyes are bewitching my love I am struck with the thunderbolt.
Even your sweat does fill me with ever longing lust.

Lets live with a jest dear, so short is the time allowed
We have spent the most of it in the dark of the cloud
Lets live for the love's sake I know you love me
Your feet are my last resort I swear by you, please excuse me..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......ଅଧୁରା ସପନ ପରି.... .....LIKE AN UNFULFIILED DREAM....

......ଅଧୁରା ସପନ ପରି....
.....LIKE AN UNFULFIILED DREAM....

ତମେ ଏଠୁଁ ଗଲା ପରେ ମୋନାଲିସା
ମଉସୁମୀ ଧସେଇ ପଶିଛି..
ଫାଜିଲ ଝିଅଟେ ପରି
ରାସ୍ତାଘାଟ ଜାମ ସବୁ
ଯୁଆଡେ ଯାଉଛି..
ସହରରେ ପଡିଛି ହାଲୋଳି
ଗର୍ବରେ ଭାଙ୍ଗି ପଡୁଛି ଗଛ ଜାମୁକୋଳି
ପାଉଁଜୀ ପିନ୍ଧିଚି ହଳେ ଝୁମୁକା ଲଗେଇ
ତମ ସେ ଫୁଲେଇ ସାଙ୍ଗ ନାୟିକା ଶ୍ରାବଣୀ

ମୋନାଲିସା
ପଡ଼ୁଚ ବହୁତ ମନେ
ଅଧୁରା ସପନ ସରି...
ତମ ମନ ଓଳିଗଡା ପାଣି ପରି...
ପାହାଡ଼ ଯାକର ମାନ
ତା ଠାରୁ ଅଧିକ ଭାରି
ଯେତେ ସବୁ ଅଭିମାନ...
ଉଡ଼ନ୍ତା ଗେଣ୍ଡାଳିଆର ପର ପରି
ଅମାନିଆ ଯଉବନ...
ତମ ସ୍ମୃତି ଅସୁମାରୀ
ନିଦଭରା ଆକ୍ଷି ପତା ପରି
ମାଡି ପଡେ ଭାରି ଭାରି...

After you left Monalisa
The monsoon has forcefully entered
The roads are all jammed
Wherever she goes
Like an oversmart lass
The town is bursting agog
The Jamun tree is over weight with pride
Your that friend
The proud heroine Shravani
Has worn a pair of anklets with ghungru

I miss you too much Monalisa
Like an unfulfilled dream
Your mind is like rain water flowing from roof
You are more sensitive than the
Heavier hills
Your youth is care free
Like the feathers of flying Gendalia..
Your memories are an endless list
They overpower like drowsing eye brows...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....LET ME LIVE MY DESIRES......

.....LET ME LIVE MY DESIRES......

Wishes are all mine dear, dearest  to my heart
Let me live with them as long as it effects you not
The world is mine as I have a nich carved out of my own
I want you by me I pray Monalisa before I am blown..

Life is not a mirage if you have your will in flight
Catch the moments in your hand before they are out of your sight
Sweat are all yours make your fate prospective..
Snatch your happiness with will from the cruel narrative..

I am what I am, let me live O lord with grace
Life is mine as you have offerd me let me blissfully face
You have put me in fire, I have learn to cross it ease
Let me live my desires, let me have my ways with me please..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......मेरे गावँ...८ ....My village ...8

......मेरे गावँ...८
....My village ...8

कड़ी धूप में तप कर मेरे गावँ
करवट बदलती थी आम के बगीचे में
झर झर झरती साफ झरनों में
देखती थी अपनी थकी तस्वीर..
छुट्टी मनाती थी सालभर की थकानों के बाद
लहलहाती  सरषों की क्यारियों में..
बारिश की अविरल धारों में चुस्त नहा कर
मौज मनाती थी चिड़ियों के चहचहाहट में

झरनें अब सुख चुके हैं कब से कोई बता नहीं सकता
बिरान का दूसरा नाम बन चुका है आम की बगीचा
वारिश राह भूल चुका है किसी भूलक्कड़ की तरह
चहचहाहट खो गया है जहरीले हवाओं की झोंकों में...

Being scorched under the hot sun
My village was changing it's tired side in the mango garden
It was noticing its tired reflection
In the flowing clean spring water
It used to spend its holidays after year's tiredness
In the lush mustard field
And relidjing its leisure ny listening to twittering of birds
After a reliving bathe in the continuous stream of tain water..

And now, nobody can say when the streams have gone dry since
The mango gardens have taken the other name as desert
The rain has forgotten its path like a forgetful man
And the twittering has devoured by the poisonous climate..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

...IT IS ALL YOURS O LORD...

...IT IS ALL YOURS O LORD...

I won't welcome you O Lord
We are your guests, sheltered in your kingdom..
I won't thank you for your knocking my door
It is all yours, let's praise you because that is our freedom..

Pardon us, how to please you we don't know,
You have taught us that much, let us worship you so so.
Flowers have all your scent, sandal wood, tulsi and Dayana...
We bow our heads with devotion and faith, save us O Lord Narayana...

Come now Sir, on feet, chariot or whatever you like
We have never seen your hands or what you call your feet....
Two big black spots with white around, in the middle a spike
We are obedient to you, with love submission, this much is our twit....

 Jay Jagannath. The Lord loves Tulsi the most. He loves to be friends with paupers...Is the only God ....To leave his aboad and follow his devotees. He comes out with open arms for the lower section of the society. The only God who asks no jewelry...Diamond or money and smiles at leaf, fruits, flowers or even a drop of water from his devotees. Tulsi leaf is his most loved receipt.
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मित्रस्य मा चक्षुषा सर्वाणि भूतानि समीक्षन्ताम् । मित्रस्याहं चक्षुषा सर्वाणि भूतानि समीक्षे मित्रस्य चक्षुषा समीक्षामहे

मित्रस्य मा चक्षुषा सर्वाणि भूतानि समीक्षन्ताम् ।
मित्रस्याहं चक्षुषा सर्वाणि भूतानि समीक्षे
मित्रस्य चक्षुषा समीक्षामहे ki॥

This is a famous sukta from.Yajur veda. It is famous because it represents the basic principle of Indian culture, its thought incorporating the whole universe into its fold. Vasudhaiv Kutumbakam..PM Modi often quotes with pride for the Tenets that is INDIA...BHARATAVARSHA... It stands how the ancient Rishis called for fraternity..For love and compassion..To live united..How they invited all to live and let live on this mother earth together...With peace..Tranquility..To fight against ignorance..Violence..Vices..To help others ...To make others happy ..To see the self satisfaction in other's happiness....The whole world like a family. This verse stands as the central theme of RSS thinking.

मित्रस्याहं चक्षुषा सर्वाणि भूतानि समीक्षे..
Everything starts from the self. You go on giving advice of ethical values in life....Satyam vada...Tell the truth... Dharmam chara...Behave as if you create precedence..So that people follow you.. These advice never works. People follow not your words. They believe you when you behave that way...What Mahatma taught us. It says.. let me see the whole world in a friendly eye..Wearing spects of friendliness. Let me treat all the creatures in non violent way...Behave as I expect others with me. Let me see all good sides in other's behaviour. Let me do my duty of owning others...The whole world as mine..Let me see the God Almighty in all animate and inanimate things. That is the base of Indian thought.

मित्रस्य मा चक्षुषा सर्वाणि भूतानि समीक्षन्ताम् ।

Then comes the next step of wish.
Let the whole world see me in a friendly eye. The MANTRA invites with folded hand the whole world to own me...To see mevad their own...अपनाना है सारी दुनिया को मुझे।  O you..The whole animate and inanimate creation of the Almighty ..Please own me ..Embrace me.. let me be your family member.. I have done my duty by owning you..Now it is your term...Melt me in you... Wah...What a noble wish..What a splendid prayer ..

मित्रस्य चक्षुषा समीक्षामहे

The last wish...Let us all see each other in a friendly eye. I have done my duty. You all have done your duty to see in me all the good things. Let us connect. Let us be united. Let us not do our job independently without making ourselves open of our noble intensions. You know my heart that I love you. Let me know that I am not alone in the noble thought. Let us sit together to communicate with each other. Let us pray..O God ! We will see the good things in ourselves. We will be all one family...To take compassion on the weaker section and the strong will do their best to help their brothers. Let us not see any I'll in others.

Now friends... Can you see the greatness of our forefathers ? Do you see whose gene is in us ? Do you understand what is India ? Do you understand what noble thought we have inherited ?  आ नो भद्रा क्रतवो यन्तु विश्वतः...  Let noble thoughts come to us from all directions... Let us be rich in higher thoughts..Think of leading the world on the way to greatness.. It is your time to feel the greatness of your land...Your gene...Your spirit..Your blood..Your soil..Everything India stands for...We will not see what we lack...We will rise with whatever we have...Jai Hind.. Bharat mata ki Jay.

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.....ନନ୍ଦନବନର ନନ୍ଦିନୀ.... ....नन्दनवन की नंदिनी... .....GIRL OF CELESTIAL GARDEN...

.....ନନ୍ଦନବନର ନନ୍ଦିନୀ....
....नन्दनवन की नंदिनी...
.....GIRL OF CELESTIAL GARDEN...

ସୁଗନ୍ଧିତା ତୁମ ପ୍ରଭାତୀ ବନ୍ଦନା
ସୁଲଳିତ ତମ ଗୀତ ଗୋ
ମହକି ଉଠୁଛି ପ୍ରାଣ ପରିଚୟ
ସୁଶୋଭିତ ପରିପଥ ଗୋ...
ନନ୍ଦନବନର ନନ୍ଦିନୀ
କୋମଳକଳିକା କଳାକୁଶଳିକା
ଶୋଭାଙ୍ଗିନୀ ମଧୁଭାଷିଣୀ...

ସୁନ୍ଦର ସପନ ଚମ୍ପକ ବରଣ
ଚନ୍ଦନ ଚର୍ଚ୍ଚିତବେଶା ଗୋ..
ଗୁରୁନିତମ୍ବିନୀ ମରାଳଗାମିନି
ନିତମ୍ବଲମ୍ବିତକେଶା ଗୋ...
ଚଂଚଳକୁରଙ୍ଗନେତ୍ରା ଗୋ
ଧାରା ଧରିତ୍ରୀ ର ଚିତ୍ରିତା ତରୁଣୀ
ଚିତ୍ରଲେଖା ସୂଚରିତ୍ରା ଗୋ...

सुगन्धिता तब प्रभाती वंदना
सुललित तब गीत गो...
महकता हुआ तेरा प्राणपरिचय
सुशोभित परिपथ गो...
नंदनवन की नंदिनी...
कोमलकलिका कलाकुशलिका
शोभाङ्गिनी मधुवर्षिणी...

सुंदर सपन चम्पकबरण
चन्दनचर्चितवेशा गो..
गुरुनितम्बिनी मरालगामिनी
नितम्बलम्बितकेशा गो..
चंचलकुरंगनेत्रा गो...
धाराधारित्री की चित्रिता तरुणी
चित्रलेखा सुचरित्रा गो...

Your morning worship is scented
Your song is melodious
The identity of your soul
Is infectious
And the surrounding, well organised
You, the girl of celestial garden
A soft budding and expert in art
Beautiful bodied O rain of Honey..

You of sweet dreams
As fair as blooming champak
You are besmeared with sandalwood powder
With heavy buttock you walk like a goose
You have a long plate of hair touching below the buttocks
Swift eyed like a doe you
A painted woman of flowing earth
A painting yourself, you are good natured..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....LET YOUR HEART DANCE.....

....LET YOUR HEART DANCE.....

It is a bad day when we fight to say hello
It is worse when our hello doesn't reach....
We try hard to touch the right chord but we miss the fellow
Our effort is all lost and we are left alone in the beach....

The world is so great Monalisa, so humble we are
Our life is so little, in the vast extent of time , simply it is a blur..
Don't worry my dear now, if your signature is not seen
There will be somebody someday to see where had you been...

Let your smile spread to cause the universe bloom
On the vast easel of fraternity let large your hello loom
Let your heart dance on the theatre of love and care
With glittering in your eyes dear let's win and blissfully dare..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....YOUR MOIST GOODBYE....

....YOUR MOIST GOODBYE....

Your face shows the bliss
When a Hi is on the platter
With a big smile on the lips
Your eyes do glitter..

Love is that binding, Monalisa
Which makes you dance in silence
It lifts the spirit to a height with joy
It makes the life a sweet sojourn dear, it fills your life with ploy.

Your wishes are all sweet
Sweeter are your smiling hi..
Your memories are the  sweetest
The saddest are your moist good bye..

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.....କୃଷ୍ଣ କହ୍ନେଇକୁ ଡାକୁଥା.... ....PRAY FOR KRISHNA KANHAIYA..

.....କୃଷ୍ଣ କହ୍ନେଇକୁ ଡାକୁଥା....
....PRAY FOR KRISHNA KANHAIYA..

ରମାରମଣଙ୍କୁ ଭଜୁଥା ରେ ବାବୁ
ମୁରଲୀଧରଙ୍କୁ ଖୋଜୁଥା...
ବୁଡିଯିବୁ କେବେ କିଏ ସେ କହିବ
ଧୀରେ ଧୀରେ ଦୀପ ତେଜୁଥା....

ବୟସ ଗଡ଼ିଲେ ଅୟସ ନ ଥିବ
ଗଡିବନି ଗାଡି ଆଗକୁ..
ସବୁ ଥିବ ପୁଣି କିଛି ବି ନ ଥିବ
ବାଘ ଡରୁ ଥିବ ଫାଘକୁ..
ବେଳ ଥାଉ ବନ୍ଧ ବାନ୍ଧୁଥା ବାବୁରେ
ଜଳ ହିଁ ଜୀବନ ଜାଣିଚୁ...
କାଦୁଅ ମଝିକୁ ଡେଇଁଲୁ ଯେବେ ରେ
ଲାଭ ଲୋକଶ୍ୟାନି ଗଣିଚୁ...
ବେଳ ବୁଡ଼ିଲାଣି ବସିଚୁ କିଆଁ ରେ
କୃଷ୍ଣ କହ୍ନେଇକୁ ଡାକୁଥା....
ବାଟ ଭୁଲିଯିବୁ ହେଜୁଥା ମନରେ
ଧୀରେ ଧୀରେ ଦୀପ ତେଜୁଥା....

Just chant the name of Ramaramana..
Keep on searching the Muralidhar..
Who can predict when you will drown
Just keep on lighting the lamp..

On aging, we will lose all merry making
Your body won't move ahead..
You will have everything at your disposal
Yet you will have nothing...
You will be afraid of your fantasy..
Just strengthen the embankment
You know water is the life..
You have entered into the marsh on your own will
You must have the accounting done
Now, it is near night fall
Pray Krishna Kanheiya..
Take care to stick to the right path
Carefully lighten the lamp...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......A SWEET HELLO....

......A SWEET HELLO....

All that we had is not closed yet
Morning is yet to come...
Friends are for ever with us
Relationship is a devine source
And life is a lesson we need learn from..

Words are sweetened with a little softness, Monalisa
Friendship with a pinch of warmth..
A sweet embrace when we see each other
And for a hug with light in eyes, there should be no dearth...

You are gone now
I dont know even if I would ever you follow...
I am so happy your memory is still in me live
I am so happy to dream you say me a sweet hello....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....FEEBLE........

........FEEBLE....

I am the center of the world
The God has ordained me to be your mother..
I breed you, I feed you and make you bold
I am not feeble, have pity on you, me don't bother..

Feminine I am, soft, kind with tender feeling
Frailty don't call me, heavier I am than earth
You are my children all, I am your ceiling
Debility I have when I gave you your birth..

Protection I have given you, in the cradle
I have fought biggest wars against helplessness..
I have bled for you to give you rest, am always a riddle
My heart throbs for you O ungrateful never doubt my grace...

©®SACHIDANANDA MISHRA.

.....और अपनों से रूठा नहीं जाता.... ... NEARERS ARE NEVER TESTED...

.....और अपनों से रूठा नहीं जाता....
... NEARERS ARE NEVER TESTED...


कुछ बातें कही जातीं
और बहुत कुछ रही जातीं अनकही
लेकिन अधकही बातों में है
प्यार का परस...
जिस में  है गंध एहसास की
और जो छू जाती दिल की धड़कन को
में समझूँ वही है सरस...

छोड़ने की उम्मीद में न रहो, मोनालिसा
जिंदगी हो तुम, आखिर सांस तक भी रहोगी
आजमाने को रखा है क्या अब
तुम्ही दिन हो और तुम्ही तो रात हो...

यही तो वक्त है ए दिल
मौका है खुद को खोने का..
तेरे आशिक तेरे दीवार पर
खड़ा है हाथ जोड़के
तू दस्तक सुन
अपने अपने ही होते हैं..
और अपनों से रूठा नहीं जाता...

Certain things are told
And a lot more are left in told
But, those which are suggested
Carry the touch of love..
Those in which you find smell of reliance
And those that touch the throbs of heart
I sweet, those are the best...

Don't ever think of deserting me Monalisa
You are my life
You will stay with me till the end
To test me nothing is left
You are my night and you are my day..

This the time my sweet heart
An opportunity to spoil yourself
Your lover is at your door foldedhand..
Listen to the knock
Nearers are always nearers
And nearers are never tested...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

...... TEARS ARE SO VALUABLE.....

...... TEARS ARE SO VALUABLE.....

We are no where when
Our memories haunt us free..
Life turns to be cauldron, my dear
When you call on suddenly..
An enigma you are to think in solitude..
Infatuating your smile Monalisa
The giggles in your eyes and your variable mood..

Your feelings I am with
You are nicer with your beauty ablaze..
Sweeter are you in the easel of distance
While bidding adieu
Your eyes are in glaze...l
Within you I am, dear
I am at your feet..
Your thoughts are enough Monalisa
To offer me my farewell treat...
Tears are so valuable
Keep them for me
You are so precious my love
I want you always in glee...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....ଲୋକେ ତାକୁ କହିବେ କବିତା..... ....IT WILL BE CALLED POETRY...

.....ଲୋକେ ତାକୁ କହିବେ କବିତା.....
....IT WILL BE CALLED POETRY...

ଆଷାଢ଼ ଆସିବ ବୋଲି
କେତେ ତମେ ଖୋଜୁଥିଲ
ଭଷା ବଉଦ କୋଳେ
ଖେଳିବାକୁ ଲୁଚକାଳି
ଖରାବେଳେ ବୁହାଇଚ କେତେ ଝାଳ ..
ପହିଲି ବରଷା କାଳେ ମନ ଥଣ୍ଡା କରେ
ତାଜା କରେ ଅତୀତକୁ
ଝିପି ଝିପି ବୁନ୍ଦା ସବୁ
ପୁରୁଣା ସ୍ମୃତି ଗୁଡାକ ଗଦେଇ ହୁଅନ୍ତି
ସୁଖା ପତ୍ର ପରି ବରଗଛ ମୂଳେ
କୁଆପଥର ମାଡରେ ଘିମିରି ଶୁଖିଲା ଭଳି
ତମ ମନ ଉଦାସିଆ ଇନ୍ଦ୍ରଧନୁ ତୋଳେ...

ମୋନାଲିସା !
ସବୁ ସଞ୍ଜବୁଡ଼ ଲାଗେ ସିନା ଏକା ପରି
ତମ ହସ ଭଳି ସେଠି ନ ଥାଏ ଭରସା..
ସବୁ ମେଘ ବରଷେନି
ସବୁ ଝିଅ ଲେଖନ୍ତିନି ଚିଠି ପ୍ରେମମିଶା....
ହସିଦେଲେ ଉଡନ୍ତିନି ପ୍ରଜାପତି
କୁଆ ବୋବେଇଲେ ଚାଳେ
ଶୁଭେ ନାଇଁ ଡାକଵାଲା ଡାକ..
ତମେ କିନ୍ତୁ ମନେ ପଡ ଝିଟିପିଟି ଡାକିଦେଲେ
ସ୍ମୃତି ତମ ଘାଣ୍ଟି ଦିଏ ଯେବେ
ଭୁଲିହୁଏ ସବୁ ଭୋକ ଶୋକ...

ଦିନ ହଜୁ, ଯୁଗ ହଜୁ
ହଜି ଯାଉ ଜୀବନ ଏ ପ୍ରାଣ ପଣିକିଆ
ହଜି ଯାଉ ସବୁ କିଛି
ଯଦି ହଜିବାଟା ସାର କଥା
ନ ହଜୁ ଏ ମଣିଷପଣିଆ...
ପଦେ ହଉ ଅଧେ ହଉ
ଦିସ୍ତା ଦିସ୍ତା କାଗଜ ବି ଲୋଡ଼ା ନାଇଁ
କରିବା ଜରୁରୀ ନାଇଁ ପାଠକକୁ ଆକତା ମାକତା..
ହୃଦୟରୁ ବାହାରିଛି ଉବୁଟୁବୁ କରି
ଆଉ ମନକୁ ଛୁଇଁଲା ଯଦି
ଲୋକେ ତାକୁ କହିବେ କବିତା....

You were so longing
For the first shower of June
How painfully you have sweated
To play hide and seek
Among the floating clouds
First drops of rain cools the heart
Drizzles do freshen the past
The old memories do pile up
Like the dry leaves under the Banyan tree
Your soul does paint rainbow
Like the prickles heal with hailstone.

All the evenings seem alike
But aren't trusted like your smiles
All clouds don't pour down
And all girls don't write love notes
Butterflies don't fly at their giggles
Caw of a crow on roof
Is never followed by the call of the postman
When the lizard hoots
You come to mind
Your memory haunts
To relieve of all worries..

Let days pass by
And let epochs pass
Let us miss the life with all accounts
If missing is destined
Let's miss everything
Save the humanity and all its values.
Let's write a few words only
Leave bundles of paper
Let the be reader be spared..
If your words do flow from your heart..
And touch the the sentiment
It will be called poetry...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......FIGMENT.....

.......FIGMENT........

Your love is an ever longing mirage
And wishes can never be horses
Your name Monalisa
Is as sweet as the ever growing courage
Your wishes are like golden vedic verses...

Figments are all realities
My friend..
You are always the base..
Your memories are
Always fantastic
Your love I always chase....

Dreams are so sweet
You are ever young in them..
Your smiles are all bewitching
And evergreen is your frame..

Live memories are all fanciful
And ludicrous are the longings for them
Love between hearts are the reality
I can't vouch my dear
Never is figments your name..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......मेरा गावँ.........५ .....MY VILLAGE...7

......मेरा गावँ.........५
.....MY VILLAGE...7

गन्ने की खेती, लहलहाती क्यारियां और हरियाली चारों ओर..
पौधों की बुआई से खुश धरती की गोदभराई
नीले आसमानसे देवताओं की सामूहिक पुष्पबृष्टि
खुशहाली का उम्मीद से उन्मना मेरा गावँ, मेरे ग्रामवासी...

रुकना क्या है मेरा गावँ जानता नहीं था पहले
दौड़ता था हर पल सपनों के पटरी पर हल्के से
निराशा की घटा कैसे छा गया है अब हलफनामे के साथ
न उमंग है, न है जीने की इच्छा, किस्मत किस राह पे खड़ा किया है..

Cultivation of sugar cane, lush green fields and greenery all around
Baby shower of the mother earth happy for early transplantation
Collective flower pouring of God's from the blue sky
My village and the inhabitants happy with the expectation of plenty

My village never knew how to stop earlier
It was running lightly on the lines of dreams
Clouds of despair has affected now with affidavit
No hopes, no interest for living now, fate has brought to such a point.

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA 

पूर्वजन्मकृतं कर्म तद् दैवमिति कथ्यते । तस्मात् पुरुषकारेण यत्नं कुर्यादतन्द्रितः ॥

पूर्वजन्मकृतं कर्म तद् दैवमिति कथ्यते ।
तस्मात् पुरुषकारेण यत्नं कुर्यादतन्द्रितः ॥

This is a verse from the sanskrit treasure of Subhashitani that is more appropriate in these days of a faulty education system driving the loose socio-economic upheaval. The population explosion with insufficient supply of jobs against free market economy which implores to supply of cash, has a cascading effect on the hopelessness and despair on the mind of the youth who want only white collar jobs. The young man of the present time is a worried one. With a degree at hand, which is acquired at market place as a commodity, not through hard study and knowledge, he is disheartened and forced to break down.  Let's see the beauty of the verse.

The childhood is the time to learn through hard study, training and disciplined life. Our time does not allow him to move in a proper way.
1. Our education system is mark oriented. End justifies the means here.
2. Intension is not to acquire knowledge and expertise through discipline, austerity, hard work, practice. Purpose now is to get a certificate with top percentage and make a bee line for job.
3. Political manoeuvre like reservation and pass without examination has degraded the value of the certificates thus obtained.
4. Jobs, as a result, have been in a low supply as a policy by Government which is the main supplier. And the certificate holders are fit for nothing else.
As such, the youth of the present time is a disgusted lot suffering from worries, tension, difficulties and hopelessness. It forces him to be misguided and indulge in violence, high BP, unsocial activities.
More and more young men are giving up hope and loosing faith in the social discipline and are joining groups against established norms.

The main complaint is, they say, inspite of hard work, they don't get their desired effect. Their labour is not productive. They are suffering for what they have not done. This verse explains this angle. The karma for previous life is carried on in this too and is called "daiva" (fate). Hence one should never give up his efforts and work harder. We suffer for something we have not done is not a justified argument. We have to undergo the effect of what we had done in our earlier birth and the result was not enjoyed spilling over to this birth. We must be careful to work on the right path so that we may accrue good results.

Friends, I was a little excess in explaining things. Please bear with it.

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....WAITING IS SO LOVELY....

.....WAITING IS SO LOVELY....

You asked me to wait for your reply
And see, the whole world stood still
The night became longer until the notes said hi
The moon simply hid her face to get you the feel...

Sweet are moments my dear
Those make our hearts throb
When we realise we miss each other
Memories make us smile stretching the lips till the earlobe...

To long for each other, to wish them well
Be it in sorrow or be it in joyous tale
The tears are enjoyable when you give pain
Waiting is so lovely Monalisa, a long summer brings the rain..

©® BY SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......ସୁନ୍ଦର ତୃପ୍ତିର ଅସରା ସପନ.....

......ସୁନ୍ଦର ତୃପ୍ତିର ଅସରା ସପନ.....

କୁନ୍ଦଦସନା ଚମ୍ପକବରନା
ବିଦ୍ୟାଧରୀ ମନମୋହିନୀ ..
ଶିଥିଳବସନା ଚନ୍ଦ୍ରବଦନା
ସୁନ୍ଦରୀ ଶୁଭ ଦର୍ଶିନୀ...
ଶାର୍ଦ୍ଦୁଳ ବିକ୍ରିଡିିତା ରେ...
କମଳନୟନା ବିପୁଳଜଘନା
ମୁଗ୍ଧା ଅପରାଜିତା ରେ...

ହସରେ ତମର ନାଚେ ଚନ୍ଦ୍ରହାସ
ସ୍ୱରରେ ରୁଦ୍ରବୀଣା
ଆଖିରେ ତମର ସାଗର ପ୍ରଶାନ୍ତି
ଚାଲିରେ ଅଳସ କନ୍ୟା..
ହଳଦୀ ବସନ୍ତ ରଙ୍ଗରେ..
ସୁନ୍ଦର ତୃପ୍ତିର ଅସରା ସପନ
କରି ଦିଅ ମୋହଭଙ୍ଗ ରେ...

कुंद दसना चम्पकबरना
विद्याधरी मनमोहिनी...
शिथिलवसना चंद्रवदना
सुन्दरी शुभदर्शिनी...
शार्दुलविक्रीडिता रे...
कामलनायना बिपुलजघना
मुग्धा अपराजिता रे.....

हंसी में तुम्हारे नाचती चन्द्रहास
आवाज में रुद्रवीणा...
आंखों में तुम्हारी सागर की प्रशांति
चाल में अलसकन्या..
हल्दी वसंत की रंग रे..
सुंदर तृप्ति का अंतहीन सपन
कर दो मोहभंग रे...

©® BY SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......THE MUSIC I NEVER HEARD....

......THE MUSIC I NEVER HEARD....

You are a drizzle my love, cool like the spark between us
The sweetest feeling of ecstacy is the beauty in your blush.
You are s soft feeling as the white of a dove
You have left me in a daze darling with the bliss in your love.

Let's admit Monalisa, once and for all
We love each other, it is true and in our court is the ball
No question of sharing things with you, my dear
Let all the bliss go with you, all  the hurdles let me be bear..

It is you, who can sing the music I never heard.
My heart has always searched you and ever throbbed
It is you I dreamt of to feel my life and leisure
You are everything to me I swear you, you are my pleasure.

©® BY SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....PENNY.....

.....PENNY.....

Life is not what we all think
Who knows how much water has flown down the bridge..
Rats run out first when the ships sink
When the penny comes down alas ! the whole world fridge...

Happiness is not that
When you turn a nice penny,
The saddest days are the reason when you sing for the moon..
A little smile and a simple thank relieve the bad days many,
Wish your best to the hand behind your fortune..

We pour out our heart
When somebody has a penny for our thought
You must have guts to shout in full throat and straight..
To appreciate other's help and say you are are great..

©® BY SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......आप हमारे हैं और हम आपके.... ...YOU ARE MINE AND ME YOURS..

.......आप हमारे हैं और हम आपके....
...YOU ARE MINE AND ME YOURS..

प्यार जो करते हैं वे दिखाते नहीं
जो दिखाते हैं वे प्यार करते नहीं
बंधन है यह प्राणों का
दिल से दिल जुड़ जाए तो
जुवान पर लानेकी जरूरत ही नहीं
ये घड़ियां, यह आसमां
यह दुनिया, यह समाँ
ठप जाते हैं सब दिलों के धड़कनों के साथ
मुहब्बत करनेवाले
न लेते हैं वफ़ा के शपथ...
सूरज के उगने से सुबह नहीं आता
शाम आ जाता है अपने आप
पहाड़ के नीचे से चांद को आना नहीं पड़ता..
थम जाता है समय
आहट उसकी सुनाई नहीं देती..
पलकों को थोड़ा सा उठाने के लिए
नजराना गिनी नहीं जाती..
कोई कह जाता है
वक्त की बेवफाई से ऊब के...
जिंदगी अकेले गुजरता नहीं
आप हमारे हैं और हम आपके...

Love is never trumpeted
Public show of it is never real
Love is a tie between the souls..
When hearts do business
Words don't come to make howls..
These moments, the firmament
This world and its evenings
Everything stops with the throbs
The lovers don't take vows of faith..
The sunrise doesn't know
When mornings breath..
The evening happens just
The moon doesn't have to make a burst..
The time simply stops..
With silent foot steps..
Lifting the eyelids doesn't cost an iota of price..
Life is not lived alone
You are mine and me yours, somebody is heard speaking nice...

©® BY SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....PRIDE PRJUDICE.....

....PRIDE PRJUDICE.....

Don't have a bloated chest please,
When you throw a penny with a sneeze.
Don't make yourself above the board
The Almighty has made you a man, not a toad...

Extending a helping hand to others
Is all human and you are a human being..
Those with folding hands are your brothers
On the dotted lines only you are scheduled to sing..

Go on man, transverse along the chess board, that is the life,
Play your part unattached, treat it clean, no struggle no strife.
You have received a lot from the God, pay it twice..
Making your heart heavy is foolish yaar, shed pride prejudice..

....ରମାରମଣଙ୍କୁ ଭଜୁଥା ରେ ବାବୁ...IN RAMARAMANA HAVE YOUR DATE.....

....ରମାରମଣଙ୍କୁ ଭଜୁଥା ରେ ବାବୁ...

ରମାରମଣଙ୍କୁ ଭଜୁଥା ରେ ବାବୁ
ମୁରଲୀଧରଙ୍କୁ ଖୋଜୁଥା...
ବୁଡିଯିବୁ କେବେ କିଏ ସେ କହିବ
ଧୀରେ ଧୀରେ ଦୀପ ତେଜୁଥା....

ଆସିଥିଲୁ ଖାଲି, ଯିବୁ ତୁ ବି ଖାଲି
ରଙ୍ଗିଲା ହେଉଛୁ କାହିଁକି..
ଅଳପ ଦିନର ଗଳପ ନାୟକ
ଅଂଗଭଂଗି କାହା ପାଇଁକି..
କାହାକୁ ନିଜର କରୁଚୁ ବାବୁରେ
କିଏ ସେ ତୋ ପଛେ ଚାଲିବ..
କାହାକୁ ଡାକିବୁ ବିକଳ ପକେଇ
ପାପ ଘଡା ଯେବେ ଖୋଲିବ...
ବେଳ ଥାଉ ବନ୍ଧ ବାନ୍ଧରେ ଗୋସେଇଁ
ସଳଖ ବାଟକୁ ଖୋଜୁଥା..
ରମାରମଣଙ୍କୁ ଭଜୁଥା ରେ ବାବୁ
ମନ ଭରି ଦୀପ ତେଜୁଥା...  ୨

IN RAMARAMANA HAVE YOUR DATE.....

Just chant the name of Ramaramana..
Keep on searching the Muralidhar..
Who can predict when you will drown
Just keep on lighting the lamp..

You were empty when you came
You will also move blank
Why are you so elated ?
You are a hero of only few days
What is your acting related..
Who you are owning dear
Who will follow your road ?
Who will you ask for
When the pot of sin will explode ?
Earmark your path my friend
Keep to the straight
Mindfully keep the lamp lit
In Ramaramana have your date...2

....RIGHTS VRS DUTIES...

....RIGHTS VRS DUTIES...

Duty is God
And it comes always first
Life is what we leave behind..
A bunch of ideas
We transform into action
It creats and recreats our mind..
To see others happy
To bless the world with pleasure
Duty is an honour with love and feelings...
It relieves
It makes other believe
Rights follow its way with approved ceilings.

To live is my birth right
And to live with dignity
Is what we call fundamental..
To let others live
As I do is human, holy
Not finding faults with others is rudimental..

Rights are alluring
All with shouting full throat for
The national cause may not be overlooked ...
Let duty come first
Let us do something to earn
Our rights not to hold our conscience hooked...

©® BY SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

...आने से पहले खुसबू की झोंका.... ...Before the spring comes...

...आने से पहले खुसबू की झोंका....
...Before the spring comes...

देते देते कुछ लोग बन जाते हैं मशहूर
लेकिन दाता नहीं बन पाते..
जब कि देने के लिए कुछ भी नहीं बच जाता
दे कर फिर भी ये भिखारी बन जाते...

खून की गर्मी से उनके
खिलता है लाखों गुलिस्तान..
लेकिन आने से पहले खुसबू की झोंका
उठ जाते हैं दुनिया से वे मोनालिसा
न कोई ढूंढता है उन्हें
न कोई खड़ा होता है तूफान...

हर दर्द का इलाज तो नहीं है
हर सवाल का जवाब भी नहीं होता...
हर चमन पे
बहार आये या न आये
हर शायरी पे
तुम्हारे स्वर का श्रृंगार जरूर होता...

Some people acquire fame
For giving everything
But alas ! Nobody terms them generous
Even though nothing is left with them
And they become pauper.

Thousands of gardens bloom
Fed by the warmth of their blood
But they pass away
Before the spring comes
Memory eludes them
And there is no storm..

There is no cure
Of all the painful feelings
And all questions need not have answers to them
Every garden may have bloom or not
I see your voice in every mushayara.

©®BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA

.....DEMURE....

.....DEMURE....

Your eyes are infatuating,
They speak a language of finest sublimity...
Everybody they meet, they sting,
They invoke a profoundness with calmness and pity..

Your smile is modest to the par,
Your gait strikes an awe enchanting the air around..
You are an embodied charm dear,
The beauty of your face makes the whole world spell bound....

Beauty is the best if it touches
You are a music that thrills every cell of my existence..
A demure you are par excellence
Without provocation, you can melt the world with all its sense...

©®BY SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

ସେବାର ଜୀବନ୍ତ ମୂର୍ତ୍ତି ସେଇ ଜୀବଟି ବୋଉ...

ସେବାର ଜୀବନ୍ତ ମୂର୍ତ୍ତି ସେଇ ଜୀବଟି ବୋଉ...

ପିଲାଙ୍କ ପଛରେ ଗୋଡେଇ ଗୋଡେଇ
ଦିନ ଗଡିଯାଏ ଯାର
ପିଲାଙ୍କ ଚିନ୍ତାରେ ଘାରି ହେଉ ହେଉ
ଆଖିରେ ନ ଆସେ ନିଦ
ଖୁଆଇବା ପାଇଁ ଲାଗି ପଡି ଥାଏ
ସଞ୍ଜ ବୁଡ଼େ ଯାଇ ଖାଉ..
ସ୍ନେହ ଶରଧାର ଜୀଅନ୍ତା ମୁରତି
ସେଇଟି ହଉଚି ବୋଉ...

ସଂସାର ଯାକର ସପନକୁ ଯିଏ
ପାଦରେ ଆଡେଇ ଦିଏ
ପିଲାଙ୍କ ମୁହଁରେ ଢ଼ୋକ ଦବା ପାଇଁ
ଅଧ ଓଳି ଯିଏ ଖାଏ..
ପେଟରେ ଦେଇକି ଓଦାକନା ଖଣ୍ଡେ
ଛୁଆଙ୍କୁ ଖୁଆଉ ଥାଏ
ଜୀବନକୁ ଯିଏ ଜାଳିଦିଏ ସୁଖେ
ଜଗତର ବୋଉ ସିଏ.

ଦାନ ବୀର କର୍ଣ ନୁହଁଇ ସିଏରେ
ଜାଣେନି ନବାର ଅର୍ଥ....
ପରିବାର ପାଇଁ ସ୍ୱାର୍ଥ ତିଆଗେ
ଜୀବନକୁ କରେ ବ୍ୟର୍ଥ...
ଦେଇ ଚାଲିଥାଏ, କେବେ ମାଗେ ନାଇଁ..
ହସେଇ ହସେଇ
ହସିବାକୁ କେବେ ବେଳ ପାଏ ନାଇଁ..
ଦେବାରେ ଆନନ୍ଦ ପାଏ, ଦେଇ ଚାଲିଥାଏ..
ପିଲାଙ୍କୁ ଖୁଆଇ ବାରେ ସୁଖ ଦେଖି ଦେଖି
ପାଟି ମୁଜି ପଡିଥାଏ..
ପିଲାଏ ଝୁଣ୍ଟି ପଡିଲେ
ବୋହି ଯାଏ ଲୁହ ଯାର..
ଅଲୋଡ଼ା ଜୀବଟି ସିଏ
ବୋଉ ନାଆଁ ତାର...

ଖୋଜା ପଡେନି ସେ କେବେ
ବଞ୍ଚିଥିଲା ବେଳେ..
ରକତ ତର୍ପଣ କରେ ଲହୁ ଲୁହ ଢାଳେ..
ଥରେ ଚାଲିଗଲା ପରେ କେବେ ନାଇଁ ଫେରେ
ଦେଇ ଦେଇ ପର ପାଇଁ ଜୀବନଟା ସାରେ
ଆହା ପଦ ଶୁଣିବାକୁ ରହେ ନାଇଁ ଆଉ..
ସେବାର ଜୀବନ୍ତ ମୂର୍ତ୍ତି ସେଇ ଜୀବଟି ବୋଉ...

She spends her life
By caring for her family
While thinking for her children
She forgets her sleep
While feeding
She forgets her own meal
We call her the live statue
We call her Bou. (Mother)

She kicks out her dream
She eats half a meal for her child
She burns her happiness
To warm her battle field
She sings her whole life
To see her kitten coo
She is our mother dear
We call her Bou..

She knows only to give
Receives nothing
Kills her life
To make a cosy swing
She feels pain
When her chic suffers
When her child stumbled
She sheds tears
Suffering she knows only
Forgets to live how..
She is the living Goddess
She is our Bou..

She is never recognized
While alive..
She bleeds her entire life
Never takes leave..
A live example of dedication
She occupies no place in memory..
Waits not for our pity
Never waits to listen us
Saying Mother, sorry.

©®BY SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

...ODE TO FREEDOM....

...ODE TO FREEDOM....

Thou art not so cheap O freedom
Thou art not anybody's cup of tea
Thy name is not written in any stone
Demands have never been made for your fee.

Thou hast been overpowered many a times
Thy chastity demeaned
Thy meaning has been written and rewritten..
Emperors, autocrats and demons have usurped thee
Thou hast been conquered but resurfaced with glee..

Love for thee and its attachment with brave heart
Courageous is he who never cease to be smart
Fight for justice and the death earned to protect it
Is the finest prize on the earth, friend, keep the spirit..

Freedom is the bird that flies without rest
The soul rejoice on it, brave hearts make with it jest
It is the best food that with ease courage can buy
Fight for it because this is the best and heaven doth vie.

©®BY SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

मेरा गावँ...६ MY VILLAGE...6

मेरा गावँ...६
MY VILLAGE...6

जबर्दस्ती की बात न कर मन मेरा नहीं बैठता
दोस्ती में ठुकराना की नाम ही नहीं होता
दोस्ती के लिए कभी लोग मर मिटते थे
मेरा गावँ भाईचारे का दूसरा ही नाम था....

कहाँ गए हैं अब वे फैलते बरगद की छाँव
चहचहाना चिड़ियों की, टपकना फलों का संभार
अधनंगे बच्चों का कुस्ती में अपनापन की दावँ
झुरमुट की ओट से निकला किलकारियों का दौर

Don't talk of force
My heart fails to receive...
Cheating doesn't suit
When we talk of friendship...
People once preferred to perish
My village was the name of fraternity..

With their spread shade
Where are are those Banyan trees..
Twitter of sheltered birds
And the falling sound of frutes..
Betting of half clad children on nearness in wrestling..
Bouts of twitters from the nests of Weaver birds ?

©® BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA

द्वाबम्भसि निवेस्टव्यौ गले बद्ध्वा दृढां शिलां धनवन्तम् अदातारम् दरिद्रं च अतपस्विनम्

द्वाबम्भसि निवेस्टव्यौ गले बद्ध्वा दृढां शिलां
धनवन्तम् अदातारम् दरिद्रं च अतपस्विनम्

There are two kinds of people that deserve to be pushed into deep seas with a heavy stone tied to them - the wealthy who do not do charity, and the poor who do not work hard.

Another beautiful verse from the ocean of sanskrit वाङ्ग्मय that tells us if we pity on others or not... If yes at all, on what sort people. Are there people in specific, on no pity should be made at all ? Do some not deserve generosity, love and other types of heavenly treatment ? Cruelty is sometimes given preference over human virtues. We will see two types of people here those have been pinpointedly earmarked for unkind treatment.

The criterion taken to find out such type of people from this vast ocean of world is the sensitiveness towards wealth.

Wealth has been defined as a material possession which we can spend/enjoy or give. Ownership on a thing is determined by one's capacity to give it to somebody... Transfer its ownership or spend it for his own enjoyment. If you are unable to do any of the act, you are not the owner of the wealth accumulated. All of us are engaged in earning wealth because we need for bare necessities in life. We will see we devide ourselves into two types.
First, people who have earned a lot of money. The second, people who don't earn money in some or the other pretext. Wealthy and poor.

Wealthy people are of two types. People who earn money and justify their ownership by spending for themselves and others in the form of generous activities. They never believe in saving it to an extent they can't use it in their lifetime and see others starve. Some other people know only to earn and never spend it out of excess greed. They find happiness in seeing the wealth piled up.

Another type of of people are cursed to be deprived of wealth. One section of them work their level best to earn,  but fail inspiration of their labour and constant effort, as if they are cursed. They spend their entire life in penury but never beg other's help. Self respect is not compromised at any cost. The other kind of poor people choose themselves to be in that condition out of lazyness and lethargy. They prefer to sit idle irrespective of their poverty and low economic condition. They are a versed to hard work and positive endeavour. They prefer to beg than work for any respectful livelihood.

Here, this verse says harshly  on the wealthy people who don't utilise their wealth for themselves or give it to others benevolently and the poor section of the society who don't try to earn anything preferring the easy way to beg. These people are so hateful and useless that they may be thrown into the sea with heavy stones tied to their throat as if they are the blackest spot on the society.

Now, it is time friends for your judicious comment. Thanks.

©®BY SACHIDANANDA MISHRA.

....WHY I CANT SING....

....WHY I CANT SING....

I can't say You are so good O God,
I fumble to say
You have given me everything....
In the name of life
You made me a big toad,
And now don't blame please why I can't sing...

When You torment me, I do stumble,
Teach me to accept
Everything You award...
My mind is yours
And so is the response if I grumble,
Accept me and my faults also
Make me your ever ready bard....

Make my faith in you stronger sir,
Help me understand
Your every move...
I am all yours and an obedient servant poor,
Excuse me when I blame you and your love....

©® BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA

.....SCAR....

.....SCAR....

Scars are not to be scared
They are prizes to the soul..
They prove your actions , dared
Not fair to damn by crying foul..

The more scars
The more are you in notice..
The deeper are the wounds
The more is the valour you have the practice...

Sound and pomp
Are only show, dear,
What pains is not the scar
On your body..
When your heart is hurt
You are gone, you may look strong and sturdy..

Come on, love take care
Whatever it may be
I am yours..
We may meet once in life
But, when we meet
Let's not leave on our bodies scars..

©®BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA

....Horizon....

....Horizon....

My eyes doesn't go as far as my mind
I look ahead always
As much I look at the hind..
Length doesn't matter
As much quality does..
Poetry is not
More important that the prose..

What eludes always
Is not so important as we treat..
Quality is the issue
The finer side let's try to meet....
Every step counts
End never justifies the means
It is means my dear
Never run after whatever shines..

The pole star that glitters
The aim ahead that awaits....
The horizon is far ahead and always twitters
The smiles in your face  are the real thing that have weights..

©®BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA

.....ଧନ୍ୟା ଧରାଶ୍ରୀ ରେ..... ....धन्या धराश्री रे.....

.....ଧନ୍ୟା ଧରାଶ୍ରୀ ରେ.....
....धन्या धराश्री रे.....

ରମଣୀରତନ ଧନ୍ୟା ଧରାଶ୍ରୀ ରେ
ସୁନ୍ଦରୀ ବରବନ୍ଦିତା..
ଭୁବନମୋହିନୀ ପୀନପୟୋଧରା
ରଙ୍ଗବତୀ ରଙ୍ଗରଂଜିତା..
ସୁଚିତ୍ରିତା ଚିତ୍ରଲେଖା ରେ..
ମନ ମୟୁରୀର ଅନୁଢାଚନ୍ଦ୍ରିକା
ଅପରୂପା ଦୀପଶିଖା ରେ..

ଚାଲି ରେ ତମର ମୟୁରୀର ଛନ୍ଦ
ହସରେ ଇନ୍ଦ୍ରଧନୁ..
ବୀଣାଜିଣା ସ୍ୱର ସୁରସୁନ୍ଦରୀ ରେ
ପୋଛି ହେଉନାହିଁ ମନୁଁ..
ଚାରୁକେଶୀ ମଦାଳସା ରେ
ଗୁରୁନିତମ୍ବିନୀ କୁରଙ୍ଗନୟନୀ
ଉର୍ବଶୀ ଅଳପହସା ରେ...

रमणी रतन धन्या धराश्री रे
सुन्दरी बरबंदिता
भुबनमोहिनी पीनपयोधरा
रंगवती रंगरंजिता...
सुचित्रिता चित्रलेखा रे
मनमयूरी की अनुढा चन्द्रिका
अपरूपा दीपशिखा रे..

चाल में तुम्हारी
मयूरी का छंद
हंसी में इन्द्रधनु
विणा जीणा स्वर सुरसुन्दरी रे
भूला न पाता है मन से
चारुकेशी मदालसा रे
गुरुनितम्बिनी कुरंगनयनी
उर्वशी अल्पहासा रे...

.....हम आपके और आप हमारे रहे....

.....हम आपके और आप हमारे रहे....

हम तो निकले थे
कि तुम फिर से मिलो मोनालिसा
मिलना है किसीसे अगर...
चलो ढूंढने चलें
हाथ मे मिलाये हाथ
कहीं कोई मिल जाए डगर...
दुनिया बड़ी है जरूर
लेकिन हम किसीसे कम भी तो नहीं...
सब कुछ मिल जाए
जो दिल मांगता है
यह तो ऐसे जरूरी भी नहीं...

यह बेवकूफ जो वक्त है
उसीका मारे हैं हम
आपसे मिलने के लिए मरते हैं ...
आपकी प्यार और आपसे यह लगाव
जिगर की टुकड़े बनके तरसते हैं...
चौराहे में भीड़ जैसे
जुड़ सके तो सुक्रिया जी
खुदा करे आप की कृपा बनी रहे..
जिस राह पे जिंदगी
क्यों न ले जाए
आप हमारे और हम आपके रहे...


I wished to meet you Monalisa
Once again
If I had a chance to..
Come, let's move with hand in hand
Lest, we are lucky too...
The world is so vast
We are no way weaker..
To get everything
Our hearts wish
Is not so easier...

We are tortured by the time the tyrant
I am dying to meet you..
Your love and its attachment
Kill me I swear
I am ever on the queue..
If we meet ever
Like the crowd on the square
I will be indebted...
We need nit care
Where ever life may lead us
Each other we will be of
Never we will get drifted...

©® BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA

..INTOLERANCE...

..INTOLERANCE...

It is the strangest thing
When you say I am intolerant
It is next to absurdity
When you bid goodbye...
Those who find justice only in themselves are called rodent
Treat others in your line friend, never say arbitrarily nay...

Adjustment is the means
Life is all like that..
If you don't like me
I am still your friend, you are always right, congrat.

Let's accept each other
Because that is the social value
Let's smile and agree to differ
However unworthy may be our view.

Sweet can be made sweeter
Let's not make sour the sorrier
Fraternity is a bigger thing...
Let's worship our soul
Let's not always cry foul
Smile in our lips let's bring.

©® BY SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

...ରମାରମଣଙ୍କୁ ଭଜୁଥା ରେ ବାବୁ....

ରମାରମଣଙ୍କୁ ଭଜୁଥା ରେ ବାବୁ
ମୁରଲୀଧରଙ୍କୁ ଖୋଜୁଥା...
ବୁଡିଯିବୁ କେବେ କିଏ ସେ କହିବ
ଧୀରେ ଧୀରେ ଦୀପ ତେଜୁଥା....

ସପନ ଦେଖାକୁ ରାତି ନାଇଁ ଆଉ
କିଏ ସେ କାହାକୁ ପଚାରେ..
ଅଣ୍ଟି ଛୁରି କାଟେ ତଣ୍ଟିକି ଯତନେ
ବିକି ହୋଇଯିବୁ କଥାରେ...
ଆସିଥିଲୁ ଖାଲି ଶୁନ୍ୟେ ଯିବୁ ଚାଲି
ବିଭୁରେ ଭରଷା କରିଥା...
ରମାରମଣଙ୍କୁ ଭଜୁଥା ରେ ବାବୁ
ମୁରଲୀଧରଙ୍କୁ ଖୋଜୁଥା...

Just chant the name of Ramaramana..
Keep on searching the Muralidhar..
Who can predict when you will drown
Just keep on lighting the lamp..

You don't have night to enjoy the dream
Nobody cares for others..
Your faithful only slices your throat
In sign only you will be sacrificed...
You came empty-handed to leave alone
Have faith in the Almighty
Just chant the name of Ramaramana..
Keep on searching the Muralidhar..

©®BY SACHIDANANDA MISHRA..

.....FEELING OF PRIDE.....

.....FEELING OF PRIDE.....

It is not your full grown moustache
It is neither your extended stomach
The bloating of your chest for the charm of your bride
It is not what you call it a pride.

Do you feel ever enchanted
For your motherland have you ever boasted
Have you felt it truly in your stride
It can't be bad my dear, it is your pride.

To hold your spirit in a small height
When you keep your smile tight
Begging for favor is not your way
You are on right path you are right I pray..

When you move a step or two
A damsel in distress extend your hand to
You may not be thanked you never need
Go your way dear it is never called pride.

©® BY SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

बस, इजाजत दीजिए..

बस, इजाजत दीजिए..

अपनापन में दम नहीं
अगर समझाना पड़ जाए
जिंदगी यह गुजारा नहीं जाता
अपनों से अगर उलझना पड़ जाए
नायिका तुम तो हो मोनालिसा
मुहँ खोलने से तुम्हें तौहीन होगा
तुम्हारी एहसास जो है हर पल
शायद यही तुम से मेरा पैगाम होगा...

दिल की आवाज है
उसे इजहार मान लीजिये
निगाहें झुकी हुई हैं तो उसे इकरार मान लीजिये
मुहब्बत करना अगर गुस्ताखी है
बार बार करनेको हमें
बस, इजाजत दीजिए..

What is that nearness
If I have to explain...
This is not life yaar
If we have to ever lock horns
It will be an insult to you
If I use words to term you a heroine
O yes..
I feel you all my sweet moments
Treat it my message to your honor

This is the message of my heart
Treat it as my humble testimony
It is my acceptance dear, when you see my eyes downcast
If it is a crime to love and care
Well, allow me to do it again and again.

BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA

......Pride....

......Pride....

Love is life and life love
You told me once with softness of a dove..
Sweetness is not what we see
Faith is the pride of a lover's fee.

Prized are those who see hope in everything..
Tussles do thrive on when opinions swing..
Come on my friend, love is the food of life..
Faith is not won on the point of a knife..

What you write is seldom soulful
You are what you appear in cool
Your words are poetry when they come from your heart
It is not the length that makes you smart.

You are not what you pretend to be
Sharing is the hymn try to learn from the bee..
It is the prejudice you are in clutch of
Pride makes you miss the world at the next bus stop.

©® BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA

.....କବି ବୋଲି କେବେ ତ କହିନ...

କବି ବୋଲି କେବେ ତ କହିନ...

ହୃଦୟ ଟା ଖୋଲିଦେଲେ
ଅବୁଝା ମନର ବୁଜା ବନ୍ଧ ଭାଙ୍ଗିଯାଏ
ଧକ୍କା ମାରି ବାହାରି ଆସନ୍ତି ସବୁ
ଖଟାଖିଆ ଭୁତମୁହାଁ ଖିଆଲ ଗୁଡାକ
ଲେଖ କି ନା ଲେଖ ତମେ
କବିତା କି ଛାର କଥା !!
ଲେଖି ହୋଇ ଯାଏ ମହାକାବ୍ୟ
ବାଲ୍ମୀକି ହୋଇ ଯାଆନ୍ତି ମହାକବି
ଝରିପଡ଼େ କରୁଣାର ଝରା ଶିରାବଣ
କବି କେବେ ଚୋର ହୁଏ ନାଇଁ..

ମୋନାଲିସା !
ତମେ କେବେ କରିନ ତ ଅଳି
କେତେ ରାତି ବିତେଇଚି
ଜାଗରଣ ତମ ପାଇଁ...
ଲେଖିଛି ତମକୁ ବସି ଫର୍ଦ ପରେ ଫର୍ଦ
ଜଣେଇଛି ହୃଦୟର ଅଳିନ୍ଦରୁ ଅକୁହା ଦରଦ
କବି ବୋଲି କେବେ ତ କହିନ...
ଆଡ ଆଖି କରି କେବେ
ଥରେ ବି ଚାହିଁନ..
ଚୋରେଇନି ରାଜାପୁଅ ପରି ତମ ଲମ୍ବକେଶ..
ମୁହଁ ଶୁଖେଇନି କେବେ
କରିନାହଁ ବୋଲି ହୃଦୟେଶ..
ବୟସର ଶେଷ ଦୃଶ୍ୟ
ଏବେ ବି ଅସ୍ପଷ୍ଟ...
ଭଷା ଆଖି
ରୁଷା ମନ
ଦେହର ସୁଗନ୍ଧ ତମ
ଚାରିଆଡେ ଉଡି ବୁଲେ
ଖାଲି ଯାହା ସେଇ ମନ କଷ୍ଟ...

You have never termed a poet.

The boundary of childish mind breaks away
On opening up the heart
The sour ghost-faced ideas do come out
With a bang..
Poetry is a simple thing
You write or don't
An epic is formed.
The Valmiki turns a great poet
The sprinkling Shravan pours out
A poet never adopts theft

Monalisa !
You have never compelled me
I have spent nights together
Awaken for you.
I have written pages after pages
Opening the core my heart.
You have never termed me a poet
Never ogled at me even for once
I have not kept your long hair, unknown to you like a prince
I have not worried because you didn't accept me
The last chapter of your life
Is still not clear
Your thoughtful eyes
Heavy heart
The scent of your body has inflamed the air
That I resent..

©® BY SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....SADNESS...

....SADNESS...

Life is so precious friends
We have options innumerable
You can often have newer trends
You can't be unstable and feeble..

Life is an adventure, enjoy it please
Love it, involve it, share it at lease.
Foot path is yours, so are your feet
Live the life with jest for a real treat.

Spirit needs a Filip always, let's give
Life is a gift from the God , let's live
Don't run after anything that thrills
Take it for granted, thrill never heals.

Let's understand the language of love
Let's dance to the music of heart's throb
Let's chant the hymn to ward off the word sadness
See into my eyes with faith, you are my princess.

©®BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA

मेरे गावँ...5 My village..5

मेरे गावँ...5
My village..5

गावँ थी कब मेरी सपनों की शाहजादी
सुन्दरता सुरु होती थी मेरे गावँ के नाम ही से
खेत, खलिहान और खुशहाली अंगड़ाई लेते थे
प्यार के पैगाम देते थे हर आँगन, हर चौपाल से..

गावँ भी वही, गावँवाले भी वही, हवाओं का मस्ती भी वही
अगर कुछ नहीं है तो यह है एहसास का ज़मीं
सुबह का शाम होने में मेहेरवानी कुछ नहीं
दिल मानता ही नहीं कि सब कुछ है सही सही..

My village was my dream girl sometimes
Beauty initiated in its very name
Farms, field and the good days
Were the messages they gave at every moment.

It is the same village, villagers are the same with charm.of the air
It is the feeling that is absent now
There is no pity in dawn turning to dusk
I can't console that everything is well.

©®BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA

....HAPPY BIRTHDAY...

....HAPPY BIRTHDAY...

What a pity
I have crossed another milestone.
I don't know
How many there are still unknown..
How nice
I have wished  once more morning..
Oh God
How long am I to face the churning..

Yours love I have received in heaps
Your wishes are ringing in my mind like beaps
Your care has left me simply spellbound..
You have tried friends to turn my day a merry-go-round.

Thanks, from the core of my heart, I am truly yours
Overwhelmed as I am, your wishes are like nicest lores..
My spirit is upbeat, before your love,
My life I lay
Let my heart sing you thanks for your "Happy birthday"....

©® BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA

संसारविषवृक्षस्य द्वे एव मधुरे फले । सुभाषितं च सुस्वादु सद्भिश्च सह संगमः ॥

Subhashitani..

संसारविषवृक्षस्य द्वे एव मधुरे फले ।
सुभाषितं च सुस्वादु सद्भिश्च सह संगमः ॥

This is another much talked and the most appropriate Subhashitam, a verse from sanskrit treasure. Here, we will see a practical thing explained so well.

This world has been described as a tree of poison. A cause of all the problems, sorrows, Duhkhas is this world. The world is damned to be the field of sufferings by all the wise men, called philosophers or the Rishis.. Buddhists specifically term Punarjanma to be the only cause of sorrow. Punarjanma is the Sansara.
But, everything said and agreed, this world has two good produces. The God Almighty is kind enough to allow two beautiful things in this world that can be felt proud of and be enjoyed. संसारविषवृक्षस्य द्वे एव मधुरे फले . Nothing is absolutely bad. Wise people can see good in everything, however bad it may be.

सुभाषितं च सुस्वादु सद्भिश्च सह संगमः...
The 1st good thing is.. The beautiful subhashitani, the words of the wise Risis who express their experiences, their collection of wisdom through them. It is called Apta vachan..meaning dependable advice from our worthy forefathers who have left their much debated experiences as valued treasure for our directions in life. We can have complete faith in them with closed eyes. The other thing is company with virtuous men and proximity with them. Subhashitani and Sajjanasangati are the two things that the world can offer us as positive. All other things are related to the bad produces of the world. The mote we shun them, the better is the chance of immancipation.

Friends, it is my humble presentation for your kind appraisal. You may have a patient reading with a kind comment on them for others to note. Thanks.

BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA.

....ରସିକହୃଦୟସ୍ପନ୍ଦନ.... ....रसिकहरुदयस्पंदन...

....ରସିକହୃଦୟସ୍ପନ୍ଦନ....
....रसिकहरुदयस्पंदन...

ରୁଷିମନଲୋଭା ବିପୁଳଜଘନା                    
ବଂଚିତଚିତ୍ତଚନ୍ଦନ...
ମଂଦ୍ରଗମନା କୁରଙ୍ଗନୟନା                              
ରସିକହୃଦୟସ୍ପନ୍ଦନ....
ଜଵାଧରୀ ମଦାଳସା ରେ..
ଚମ୍ପକବରନା କୁନ୍ଦଦସନା
ସୁନ୍ଦରୀ ଅଳପହସା ରେ...

ରାଗ ଋଷିକୂଲ୍ୟା ରାସ ରଞ୍ଜନୀ
ରମ୍ୟା ରମଣିମଣି ରେ...
ଭୁବନମୋହିନୀ ବୈରାଗ୍ୟ ଭଞ୍ଜିନୀ  
ଭୋଗ୍ୟା ଭୋଗାଭରଣୀ ରେ...
ରତିସୁଖ ରସାଵଳୀ ରେ...
ନବୀନଯୋୖବନା ଶିଥିଳବସନା
କନକଚମ୍ପକକଳି ରେ..

ऋषिमनलोभा बिपुलजघना
बंचितचित्तचन्दन...
मन्द्रगमना कुरंगनायना
रासिकहृदयस्पन्दन...
जवाधरी मदालसा रे...
चम्पकवरना कुंददसना
सुन्दरी अलपहसा रे...

राग ऋषिकुल्या रासरंजनी
रम्या रमणीमणि रे...
भुबनमोहिनी वैराग्यभंजिनी
भोग्या भोगाभरणी रे...
रतिसुख रसावली रे...
नविनयौबना शिथिलवसना
कनकचम्पक कलि रे...

©® BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA

...New comers...

...New comers...

Great is the new world
Cool and composed..
This is called our working hour
Let us be reposed..

Let us be together
Till we see the whole thing.
Let us wait for Maa
Huh..bear me I am your sibling..

The world is so big
And the air is so cool
What a life it is my friend
Let us love it I am no fool.

Hail O ! Life sweet
Hail O all the kingdom of worms
When your wings have strength
Let us have no unmindful norms..

What a big world
Light is so boring my Lord
Sound is so lovely
Darkness brings us all the thrill

Let the world be a free place
For rodents, dry leaves on floor
Inside the tree trunk enough space
We ask you O God, we need nothing more..

Let our wings have enough strength
To follow the sound if we need
It's a matter of more a month
We will be able to ourselves feed..

.....पलकें अगर भीगे दिखे...

 .....पलकें अगर भीगे दिखे...

आंखों में पानी न आये
मतलव यह नहीं कि हम बहुत खुश हैं
पलकें अगर भीगे दिखे
तो यह न समझ लें
तड़पते आत्मा से हम सराबोर हैं..
आँसू निकले न निकले
यादों से तेरी खैरियत कहाँ मिलेगी हमें
तुम्हीं तो हो मोनालिसा
मेरा अस्तित्व ही जिस से जुड़ा हुआ है...

अपनापन की न कहो
प्यार मुहब्बत से कोई ऊबता नहीं
अपना कहो या न कहो तुम
अपनानेका हरगिज कोई कीमत नहीं...


If your eyes are not moist
That doesn't mean we are happy
If eye lids are seen wet
Don't misunderstand please
We are related to a soul in pain
There may be tears or none
In no way we are free of your memory
It is you O Monalisa
With whom my existence is linked.

Don't say of our relation
Nobody is ever bored of love affection
You may own me or not
Your relation is beyond any price.

....BRAVERY....

....BRAVERY....

When somebody is in problem
It is time to come in action
You are there to to be at helm
Give a hand somebody needs a  man.

Damsel in danger, O come on , it is time....
To come to her rescue is your duty prime
Bring the sword out of your sheath
It is the matter of a beauty, fight to the teeth.

The society is on downhill with its values degraded
Law and order in jeopardy, citizens afraid
Hard to breath in, the water is polluted beyond repair
It is time to wake up, time to rise and take care.

The earth is over burdened, no rest no rain
The soul is in turmoil, in constant pain..
Humanity is the worst sufferer, morals slippery
Rise up against evils, it is time for bravery.

©® BY SACHIDANAND MISHRA