..........ପାଦତଳେ ତମ ବର୍ଷା ଲୋଟୁଥିବ.... ....RAIN WOULD BE DANCING UNDER YOUR FEET.....

..........ପାଦତଳେ ତମ ବର୍ଷା ଲୋଟୁଥିବ....
....RAIN WOULD BE DANCING UNDER YOUR FEET.....

ବରଷା ଆସିଚି ସୁନ୍ଦରୀ ତମର
ଝିଲିମିଲି କୃଷ୍ଣ ବେଣୀରେ..
ବରଷା ଆସିଚି କୃଷ୍ଣଚୁଡାର
ରଙ୍ଗ ନେଇ ନାଗଫେଣୀରେ...
ପୁରନ୍ତା ଓଠରେ ବରଷା ଖେଳାଏ
ଇନ୍ଦ୍ରଧନୁର ମହକ..
ଆଖିରେ ଆଖିଏ ପୁଷ୍ପବତୀ ଗୋ
ଦେହ ଦହନର ଦାହକ...

ସପନ ଥିବ ଗୋ ଆଖିରେ ଆଖିଏ
ସପନରେ ଥିବ ତମେ...
ପାଦତଳେ ତମ ବର୍ଷା ଲୋଟୁଥିବ
ମଧୁର ମୁରଲୀ ସ୍ୱନେ....
ଶ୍ରାବଣ ଆସିବ  ଚିଟାଉ ଧରିକି
ପ୍ରିୟତମ ଆସିବେ କି..
ବୁକୁରେ ବୁକୁଏ ଧରିଥିବ ଭାଷା
ପ୍ରଣୟ ପତର ଜାକି...

The rain has come O beautiful
On your long black plait of hair
The rain has also come with the color of fire tree...
On the bunch of cobra cactus
The rain plays the havoc of rainbow on your full lips
You have in your eyes O my flower queen
The catalyst of burning the body..

There would be dream in your eyes full
With you in the dream..
The rain would be dancing under your feet
With a sweet tune in the flute..
Shrabana would come with a letter
Declaring the advent of the dearest one..
There would be a chest full message  in the love letter close to the heart.

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

...GRACE ME O EMBRACE ME...

...GRACE ME O EMBRACE ME...

I felt so restless when you were away
A little absence of yours played fatal to my senses....
If at all you can't stay with me, I pray
Kill me Monalisa and be free from all expenses...

Love has turned expensive for nothing alas..
You are a music that is not free, it is for a class..
So sweet you are I am dying for only a glimpse
All that comes in limited options are always nice...

You are a dance Monalisa I could never learn to step
The rhythm you played kept a stranger all my life's gap
You are a chance any beggar would love to be blessed with..
Grace me O embrace me, help me please to breath..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA.

......HOW TO PRAISE YOU TELL......

......HOW TO PRAISE YOU TELL......

You gave me a soft heart to make your world my own..
You filled me with bliss to thank you with deep yawn..
You blessed me with everything I am thankful O God
You gave me my sweet Monalisa, made of melted gold..

The Sun with its rays of hope, the moon with love..
The clouds with the bed of desire and the hearts with throb..
The faith in the eyes of a doe and the smile of a new born..
You have provided all o God with the promise in the blade of corn..

How to thank you please tell me, how to praise you tell..
I am ungrateful, recognised so late you have me on bail..
You are the master with me as your humblest servant...
Punish me to your fill I will enjoy, ever waiting for your warrant..

©®SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

KALIDASA, THE UNCROWNED KING.

KALIDASA, THE UNCROWNED KING.

Let me present the second best verse to be acclaimed as the best ever portrayal of human care for flora and fauna in ancient India...The intimate relationship of human life with the plants, vegetations around. A girl, deserted by her mother to be reared by the ascetics in forest environment with purity and innocence, interacts with creepers and plants as if they are humans full of love, care, feelings and friendship to the extent they react to her every interaction with equal magnanimity. It is Kalidasa, only and only Kalidasa who can depict the soft feelings alive in such an accuracy that the sage Kanwa asks their permission to bid good bye when she leaves for husband's home for ever. It is more touching than the previous verse I presented last week.

      पातुं न प्रथमं व्यवस्यति जलं
                  युष्मास्वपीतेषु या
      नादत्ते प्रियमण्डनापि भवतां
                  स्नेहेन या पल्लवम् ।
      आद्ये वः प्रथमप्रसूतिसमये
                  यस्या भवत्युत्सवः
       सेयम् याति शकुन्तला पतिगृहं
                   सर्वैरनुज्ञाप्यताम् ॥  IV -9

Here Sage Kanva is addressing the trees, plants and creepers of the hermit in the following words:
“She who never wanted to drink water without watering you, she who had such love and affection for you that she never plucked your flowers or leaves though she was fond of adorning herself, she for whom your first flowering or bearing fruit was a celebration, that Sakuntala is going to her husband’s palace. May you all bid her farewell and good bye.”

We will see the following valiant points with the social values up kept with intimacy and accuracy by the humanity at large at that time.
1. Love and affection for friends and nearers and nearers are instinctual in human behavior. Shakuntala, brought up with forest dwellers finds this care and feelings with the creepers and plants in the Hermitage. She plants them, brings up them by regular watering and caring like family members as a way of life required to lead a successful life in later years. She watches them grow up before her own eyes, every day.. She can't drink unless she waters then first.
2. Although she loves to wear flowers as ornaments, she can't pluck them because she loves to take care of them. She can't see them deprived. Here, you will find, women love to be ornamented and it is their age old practice.
3. It was her time to celebratebrate on the first occasion of budding in the creepers and plants. What a human touch, my God. Oh, it is too much my friend to depict so minutely the human life in the eyes of an innocent forest girl.
4. The last if all, Kanwa, the Maharishi, who reared this deserted girl in his Hermitage like his own child, asking the trees, plants, the flora, the fauna who watched this lonely girl brought up among their collective watch, to allow her leave them for her husband's house. The words, pl note friends... This Sakuntala, yours, is now going to her husband's house... Please give your permission, as if nothing was done without active participation and interaction in the social life without consulting flora and fauna.

It is your time now , friends to feel the uncrowned king of ancient literature, the unquestioned monarch... We need to be proud of our wealth, friends, by recognising ourselves. One verse only, I am sorry, I can't explain with my heart full because you have to curse me. Thanks.

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....मेरे गावँ......१२ ....MY VILLAGE....12

.....मेरे गावँ......१२
....MY VILLAGE....12

जहाँ सपनें थे और सब कुछ अपनें थे
उसीका नाम था मेरा गाँव...
प्यार के लिए मरते थे और यारी की क्यारियों में फूलते थे
वही था सबका दावँ...
गौओं को पूजते थे सब दूध घी में नहाते थे
खुरों के धूल में देखते थे स्वर्ग ...
एक दूसरे के सुख दुख में खुद को ढूंढते ढूंढते
भाईचारे से रहते थे सब बर्ग....

अब कुछ अलग अलग सा गावँ मेरा
दुनिया बदल चुकी है काफी कुछ..
चरवाहे अभी चारा लूट रहे हैं
चोरों ने नेतागिरी में मोड़ रहे है मूंछ...
भर भर के रेलों के डिब्बे में
गो माता भेजी जा रही कटने...
लाल बिप्लब में सपूतों ने जोर लगा रहे हैं
कॉलेज बन रहे हैं मेरे ही गावँ में गोचर लग गया है छटने...

The place where we had dreams and all were our dearers
Was called my village..
All were bound with love
And were happy with friendship
That was their bet..
Mother cow was worshipped
And all were rich in milk and ghee
Seeing the heaven in their hoof dust
Every body was searching himself in each other's joy and sorrow..

Now, my village is different..
A lot has changed around..
Cowherds do now  loot the fodder
And rubbers are betting in leadership..
The mother cows are sent in train full to be butchered
And the worthy sons are supporting red revolutions..
Colleges are built in the fields reserved for grazing...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....YOU ARE ALL OF CHARM....

.....YOU ARE ALL OF CHARM....

Without you I am nothing you know I have no doubt....
You have felt me in the darkest corner of my life about....
Perhaps you poke me now in the memory lines ...
Distance is never a matter when we are in lovely aligns....

Sweetness is in your memory Monalisa,
Its the nicest feeling of you..
Don't you sense me when I dig, or
when I  don't,  aren't  you in a cue?

You are all of charm
The charm is the same in your anger ....
I can rely on your love
Even if you hid it under your big eyes and showed it never...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....ହସ ତମ ଆଷାଢ଼ର ଓଳିପାଣି .... ..YOU LAUGHED LIKE RAIN WATER..

....ହସ ତମ ଆଷାଢ଼ର ଓଳିପାଣି ....
..YOU LAUGHED LIKE RAIN WATER..

ପାଇଛି ଚିଠି ତମର, ମୋନାଲିସା
ଖୁସି ଦେଲ ଅସୁମାରୀ
ଲେଖନୀରେ ଭରିଚ ଯେ କୁହୁକ ଅଞ୍ଜନ
ହଁ.. ମିତାକ୍ଷରୀ ତମେ
ସୁଧଖୋର ଲୁବ୍ଧକ ପରି..
ହସ ତମ ଆଷାଢ଼ର ଓଳିପାଣି
ତମେ ଥିଲ ଯମୁନାର ଉଗ୍ର ଉଜାଣି
କେମିତି ଚାଲିଛି ସବୁ
କାଇଁ କିଛି ଲେଖିଲନି ...
ତମେ ତ ଆରମ୍ଭ କଲେ ସରେ ନାଇଁ
ଆଖି ତମ ଆକାଶର ମୁଗ୍ଧ ବିସ୍ତିର୍ଣ୍ଣତା
ଓଠରେ ତ ଲାଗିଥାଏ
ଆମନ୍ତ୍ରଣ ଆଦିମ ଯୁଗର
କହିବାକୁ ଅନୁମତି ଲୋଡ଼ା ନାଇଁ
ଆଃ.. ତମେ ଥିଲ ଛାୟା ଚିର ପ୍ରଶାନ୍ତିର...
ହଁ ଡାକୁଥିଲି ତମ ଡାକ ନାଁ ଧରି..
ବୋଉଙ୍କ ପସନ୍ଦ ଭାରି ମିନୁ ରାଣୀ..
ପୂର୍ଣ୍ଣିମାରେ ଜନ୍ମ, ତେଣୁ ପୁର୍ଣମାସି
କୋମଳାଙ୍ଗି ପ୍ରିୟ ମୋର ପ୍ରିୟା ପୁଷି...
ରାଗୁଥିଲ..
ଖୋଜି ଖୋଜି କଲମ ମୋ ଭାଙ୍ଗୁଥିଲ
ବଡ ବଡ ଆକ୍ଷି କରି ଛଳ ଛଳ
ଆଃ... ତମ ପ୍ରେମ କେତେ ଥିଲା ଅନାବିଳ...

I have received your letter, Monalisa
It is a bunch of joy
You have penned with magic ink
Your writings are always short
Like a greedy interested in interest
You laugh like the rain water falling from roof in June..
You were the wild stream of Yamuna..
You have written nothing  on you..
Once you start it never ends..
You are a pleased spread sheet of the open sky..
Your lips do speak of the invitation of ancient time..
Never waited for permission to speak..
Ah...You were the shade of the open peace..
Yes, I used to call you by your name
Mother called you Minu Rani
Purnamasi.. because you were born in full moon day..
For me, you were Pussi, my love..
You were frequently angry..
You did break my pens
Searching everywhere
With your big eyes moist and dripping
Ah... So pure was your love...

©®SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....AS YOUR SLAVE FOR LIFE...

....AS YOUR SLAVE FOR LIFE...

When you spoke me with your eyes dancing
I treated it as the term of sweetness
To follow your order I attended your every movement
I used it as a chance to test my fitness..
Your feet were my temple I would like to worship you whole my leisure...
Let your whims be my sacred book
And teach me the way of living dear and be my teacher..

The words from my lips
May not, to make you happy, suffice.
Your eyes are my world Monalisa
You are my justice..
Let me guard you, day and night from worries and strife..
Let me be sworn in with glee, my dear, as your slave for life..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ.....३ ....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....3

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ.....३
....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....3

सुंदर सपनों का एहसास हूँ मैं औरत
दुनियादारी की हकीकत भी
कंधो पे उठाने की दम मुझमे है अपनों की बोझ
खेत खलिहानों की रानी भी
आंखों में मेरी भरोसा संभालने की
और हाथों में टूटी फूटी कंगन भी
कोई मुझे माँ कहता है तो कोई हुश्न की परी
किसका भूख मेरे खून से मिटता भी
मैं राह दिखाती हूँ, उंगली पकड़ कर पार  कराती हूँ
पसीना बहाकर बुझाती हूँ सबकी प्यास भी
आंखों की अंधी बनकर जग की रोशनी हूँ
मैं औरत हूँ ....

मैं प्रेमिका हूँ
मुग्धा मनोहारिणी भी
कला की अमृत संतान हूँ, अबोध्य कलाकृति भी
शुक्लबस्त्राबृता बीणा धारिणी सरस्वती हूँ
मुझे उलग्ना देखनेवालों की संहारिणी भी
अपर्णा हूँ,
रक्तस्नाता महाकाली भी...
यौनालिप्सा मेरी अनन्ता है
प्राणिमात्र की आकांक्षा भी हूँ...
विश्वबिधात्री हूँ मातृभूमि  भारत हूँ
मैं औरत हूँ..

I am the woman
I am the feeling of the beautiful dreams
And the reality of worldly affair
I do have the strength of carrying the burden of my dears and nears
And I am the heroine of the corn fields
My eyes do immanate promise of reliance
And lo, in my wrists,broken bangles
Some call me mother
while I am queen of sensuality for other..
Some treat their hunger with my blood
I find path for others
And help some cross it over holding fingers
To quench the thirst of all I shed sweat
With my blindness I am the light of the world
I am the woman..

I am the beloved and
Enchanted  and charmer too..
The eternal child of art and complexed art work I am..
I am Saraswati, bedecked with white cloths with veena in my hand..
I am the slaughterer of demons who want to see me naked
Victorious over hunger I am ( Aparna..Not even leaf)
Bathing in blood I am Mahakali..
I have endless hunger for sex desire
I am the expectations of every animal
Maker of the universe, I am Mother India
I am the woman.

©® SACHIDANANDA  MISHRA

...THE LANGUAGE OF YOUR EYES...

...THE LANGUAGE OF YOUR EYES...

You never told me that you loved me
I learnt it from your sweet silence..
You made me wait for life dear, you are a master of pleasing pretense..
When you show your disagreement with me I consider it your ayes..
I am an ardent reader, Monalisa of the language of your eyes..

Your voice is a fountain of music, your gait is the dancing spring..
Your lovemaking would be an act of style, simple fantasy it would sing...
You are an enigma Monalisa, I am infatuated with the contours of your body..
Your memory is a deep sea and I am drowned in its sweet rhapsody...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....WHEN YOU CALL ME FRIEND....

....WHEN YOU CALL ME FRIEND....

The world is so great
Yet you are greater than its embrace
When you call me friend
My heart throbs swifter, thanks my grace..

You are so charming Monalisa
More sensitive is your sweet memory..
Care is the other name of your relation, sweetheart
Be at ease, don't ever worry...

You are no less than a terrorist, Monalisa
When you haunt down to my presence..
It is for you I breath in and out
I am so happy with your torture, let me enjoy the insurgence...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....धड़कन से पूछना.... .....ASK YOUR THROBS......

.....धड़कन से पूछना....
.....ASK YOUR THROBS......

रिस्ता क्या है
महसूस किया जाता है
जो कही जाती है
वह दिलसे नहीं
मतलव की है..
आँसू रोनेसे नहीं निकलता मोनालिसा
धड़कन से पूछना
सच्चाई का पता शायद वही बता दे...

कर्जदार बनाई हो मुझे
पहली मुलाकात से...
तेरे आंखों की गहराई में समा कर
मुझे और मेरे तन्हाइयों को..
मेहरवानी कर ए हुश्न की परी
कुछ कर नहीं पाए अगर
याद तो कर...

A relation is subjected to realisation
When it is said
It is not from the heart
A mere make believe it is..
Tears don't flow on crying Monalisa
Ask your throbs
May be you will get the right answer from them...

You have made me owe you
From the moment we met.
By drowning me and my loneliness
In the depth of your eyes..
Please make me a favor O beautiful
If you can't do anything
Simply remember me..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....LOYAL TO YOU, ME MONALISA....

....LOYAL TO YOU, ME MONALISA....

Devotion is that
Which binds the soul with unquestioned faith..
Loyalty is the same thing
With closed eyes and clean breath..
One has its ear alert
The other is with a closed thought..

Its ok if it is the Almighty
You are devoted to..
Your relation is as open as
The paper and glue..
You are well tuned
With the finest of rhythm.
Let there be no middleman
Be confident to sing your rhyme..

Loyal to you I am Monalisa
Closed are my eyes..
Devotee I am the greatest, dear
My heart even speaks to you only ayes..
Your love is the only tune
My soul understands..
Let me scribe your name
In the timeline of the sands..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....ମର୍ତ୍ତ୍ୟ ମହାମନ୍ତ୍ର ବୋଲୁଥା....3 ..CHANT THE NAME OF ALMIGHTY.

.....ମର୍ତ୍ତ୍ୟ ମହାମନ୍ତ୍ର ବୋଲୁଥା....3
..CHANT THE NAME OF ALMIGHTY.

ଆସିଥିଲୁ ଯେବେ ଏକା ଏକା ବାବୁ
ଥିଲା କିଛି ତୋର ହାତରେ ?
କାନ୍ଦୁଥିଲୁ ତୁ ରେ ହସୁଥିଲେ ସବୁ
ଥାପିଥିଲୁ ପାଦ ମର୍ତ୍ୟରେ...
ସପନ ଦେଖୁଚୁ ସଇଲାଣି ରାତି
ଜୀବନ ଟା ଏଡ଼େ ସହଜ..
ଆବୁରି ବସିଚୁ ଦଶ ଦିଗ ସାରା
ଆହୁରି କରୁଚୁ କରଜ..
ଯିବା ବେଳ କେବେ ହେଇ ଯିବ ଆସି
ଚାହିଁଥିବୁ ହୋଇ ଜଳକା
ସାଥିରୁ ତୋହର କେତେ ଗଲେଣି ରେ
କେତେ କିଏ ନେଲେ ଜଣକା...
ହଜିଯିବୁ କାଳେ ମହାକାଳ କୋଳେ
ପାଦ ଚିପି ଚିପି ଚାଲୁଥା....
ହରେ ରାମ କୃଷ୍ଣ ଭଜୁଥା ରେ ବାବୁ
ମର୍ତ୍ତ୍ୟ ମହାମନ୍ତ୍ର ବୋଲୁଥା....

Did you have anything in your hand
When you came alone ?
When you put your feet on this earth
Every body smiled but you cried..
You are dreaming now
When night has exhausted
Is this life so easy?
You are owning the whole universe
You are in a spree of more borrowing..
You will miss the bus
And your departure will knock your door
So many have left you before you
Have anybody took with him anything  each ?
Be ware, you may lose yourself in the timeline
Take care and chant the big hymn of the earth
Chant the name of Almighty
Hare Rama Hare Krishna..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....HOLD MY HANDS IN YOURS....

.....HOLD MY HANDS IN YOURS....

The warmest touch you have
And the sweetest words your lips utter..
Yours is the world that gives the softest cover
From your eyes the the strongest assurances flutter...
The smell of your body is the wildest clutter..

Music is your language of love..
With charm does your heart throb..
The softest notes your pleasure immanate..
You are the image of my wishes incarnate...

If the voice of our message is infinite..
If the vibration of your feelings are me inside..
Come my dear, let us dance with the rhythm..
Hold my hand in yours and with passion do kiss me..

©®SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ.....२ ....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....2

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ.....२
....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....2

सपना हूँ चौध्वीनी की चाँद का,
मधुर मुसकान भी हूँ,
यमुना किनरेवाला मोहन की
कुहुक वंशी भी हूँ...
मनोहर प्रयास हूँ
सुंदर सा एहसास हूँ...
और जग को उजियाले में
भरनेवाली हँसी भी हूँ...
चारों ओर हरियाली लहरानेवाली
सुंदर सा मूरत हूँ...
दुनिया बनानेवाली हूँ...
हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ...

हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ...
मन मोहिनी और खूबसूरत हूँ..
सृष्टि करती हूँ, सुकृति हूँ...
जगत्प्रसूती हूँ और प्रकृति हूँ
माँ हूँ, महामाया हूँ
जाया हूँ, जगद्धात्री भी हूँ...
परतः प्रमाण हूँ
और प्रमा स्वतःस्फुरत हूँ...
मैं ताकत हूँ, हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ...

I am the dream of full moon
Sweet smile too...
I happen to be the magic of flute
Belonging to the charmer of Yamuna bank..
Lovely effort I am
And the nicest of feeling...
Feeler of the world's light
I am the last laugh...
A beautiful image I am
Filling everywhere with greenery
Creator of the world
Yes, I am the woman....

Yes, I am the woman...
Charmer of the mind, the beautiful
I create, hence am the Well created
Being the giver of birth to the universe
I am the nature..
The mother I am, the Mahamaya..
The better half and the planner of the globe..
Proved from the other side
And I am the proof..
I am the strength
And yes, I am the woman....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....EXCUSE ME MY MOTHER....

.....EXCUSE ME MY MOTHER....

I can commit any blunder
You have given me that right..
I have drunk you to the fill, O mother
My life from you is the sweetest gift...

The reliance, the protection, the love
Are all the trademark of your care for me..
The rearing I have received from you
Your eyes are the best solace, I salute thee...

We have traded you for petty cash
We have sold your trust on your children, on us..
We have butchured your faith on the humanity Ma
We have cheated your milk for a swap...

Pardon is the thing you have showered on us..
You have offered your everything to enrich our stash..
For ages you have accompanied in our journey..
You have given us everything, in return not a  single good morning..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

It is a tribute to my mother who has done everything to me except giving me birth. She has allowed my deprive her own calf its due before their eyes... She has been with me in my house from the day I opened my eyes offering her sacred dung, urine and her benign wishes...Her soothing look...Cooling stare at me wishing my best 24 hours. I have had her blessings forcefully with all rights. All these things for nothing...No demand ever from her ever. Yet I am not able to protect her when she is being butchered for her flesh ..For her hide...For her easily availability... For her trade. Mu own people are speaking against her for vote bank politics. My own brothers who have been converted to another religion have forgotten her ...Her contribution... Her sacrifice for the humanity.  This poem is for her and my Friends.

....FRIENDSHIP IS THE SPIRIT...

....FRIENDSHIP IS THE SPIRIT...

Life is all blank
When you don't hava a friend..
Friendship is the magic
That makes the colours of life blend..

The wishes are all pulses
That make the heart vibrate with jest
The moments that connect
With throbs I swear are the best..

Opening of eyes every morning
Need the boost of good morning..
Your wishes at times
Gives our lives a fillip and a new turning..

Friendship is the spirit
That nurtures the life with vigour
It strengthens the bond
It blesses the moments with musical shower...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....मेरे गावँ......११ ....MY VILLAGE....11

.....मेरे गावँ......११
....MY VILLAGE....11

सरसों का शाग था, था फिर धनियां का चटनी
प्यास बुझ जाती थी बातों से फिर भी था नारियल का पानी..
बाजरे की दलिया के साथ था मकई का रोटी
अरहर की दाल के साथ जमती थी  दो चार चपाती....

कहाँ गये वो दिन न जाने कहाँ गए वो लोग..
माँ की प्यार भरे दुत्कार के साथ डकार की ढोंग...
कुछ कुछ भी है अब लेकिन खो गयी है अपनापन..
मेरे गावँ अब गावँ नहीं रहा, नहीं रहा मेरा अनोखा बचपन...

Curry of Mustard leaves and massed curiiander leaves
Thirst was quenched from nice words
Yet there was coconut water..
Bread from maize powder and bajra
A few chapati were enough with arahar dal..

Thode days have been missed with those people
Drama of nausea with mother's lovely inclusive words..
We have certain things of those days except the nearness
My village is no more as it was
I have lost my childhood..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....ଗଣ୍ଠି ପକେଇଥା ଶବଦ ବ୍ରହ୍ମ......

.....ଗଣ୍ଠି ପକେଇଥା ଶବଦ ବ୍ରହ୍ମ......

ଶୁଖିଲା ମାଟିରେ ପଦୁମ ଫୁଟେନି
ଓଳିଆରେ ଧାନ ହୁଏନି ଗଜା...
ସପନ ଦେଖାରେ ବରଷ ପୁରେନି
କୁଲା ହଲେଇଲେ ଉଡେନି ଧ୍ବଜା...
ରାଜନୀତି କଲେ ପୁରେନି ପେଟ..
ଗରମ ପାଣିରେ ଘର ପୋଡେ ନାଇଁ
ଭୁଲ ମାଗିଦେଲେ ହବନି ଛୋଟ...

କଳି ଯୁଗ ଇଏ ଅଜବ ସମୟ
ଛାଡନି ଧରମ ଛାଡନି କର୍ମ...
ଠିକଣା ବେଳରେ ପାଇବ ଠିକଣା
ଗଣ୍ଠି ପକେଇଥା ଶବଦ ବ୍ରହ୍ମ...
ବିବେକ କୁ ବଳି ଦିଅନି...
ପଇସା ଲୋଭରେ ଇଜ୍ଜତ ଛାଡନି
ଜନମ ମାଟିକୁ ବିକନି....

Lotus doesn't bloom.on fry soil..
Paddy doesn't sprout on safe store
Time isn't spent while dreaming
And the flag doesn't flutter on hand driven air..
Politics is not a business
Teacher roof is not burnt in hot water
You won't be demeaned by a clean apology...


This is Kali yuga, a strange time really
Don't leave rhe way of righteous living pattern
Keep tracking the sound ultimate
You will the address in right time..
Keep touch with the conscience
Don't shed your ideology
Don't barter your mother land...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....TO BE MINE FOR EVER....

.....TO BE MINE FOR EVER....

It is not your liking my dear
It is not your comments..
It is your responses my friends
That touch me, that keep me in your adjacent....

Your love, your care I am indebted for..
With your good will friends I have your heart to conquer..
I wish you and your friendship
To be mine for ever..
I belong to you with my submission
Own me I am yours wish me your at your leisure...

If wishes are the sign, if wishes are what you count..
I am with you every morning, feel me I am not what I shout..
My writing is only for you, my words are uttered for your attention..
Feel the music of my heart throb, I am all yours without pretension...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

Yasyatyadya

Kalidasa has been universally acknowledged as the highest star in the firmament of Indian Poetry. Tenderness in the expression of feeling and richness of creative fancy has assigned to him a lofty place among the poets of all nations. Sir Monier Willaims says ‘Of all Indian dramatists and indeed of all Indian poets the most celebrated is Kalidasa, the poetical merit of whose " शाकुंतलं " is so universally admitted that any remarks on this head would be superfluous’. Today, we will talk on his masterly portrayal of feelings of human values and the depth of love and care in indian social system in enriching the poetics.  We will take one verse from the IVth chapter of  अभिज्ञानशाकुंतलं, the best among his creations. Here the master dramatist has depicted the love of an ascetic KANWA towards his foster child Shakuntala, the deserted devine beauty at her birth and reared up in the forest by him while bidding adieu to her while she was led for her husband's house.

यास्यत्यद्य शकुंतलेति हृदयं
                 संस्पृष्टमुत्कंठया
कंठ: स्तम्भित बाष्पवृत्तिकलुषः
                 चिन्ताजडं दर्शनम् ,
वैक्लव्यं मम तावदीदृशमहो
                  स्नेहादरण्यौकसः
पीड्यन्ते गृहिणः कथं नु तनया
                  विश्लेष दु:खैर्नवैः ॥

The sage Kanva describes his emotions when Sakuntala is being sent to her husband’s place. He says:
“The very thought of separation from Sakumtala fills my heart with grief. My throat is choked by the tears I try to hold back. My eyes have become inert as I am deep in thought. If this is the depth of sorrow of a forest-dweller like me because of my attachment, then how much will be the mental agony of those householders at the prospect of separation from their newly wed daughters.?”

Here, we are appalled to see the depth of understanding of the human love and care towards the daughter at the time of bidding farewell to her for ever. Indian joint family system with its complex and intimate relationship with the members within the family has been dissected thread bare in this verse. A lot of social complexities has been depicted in such small verse which would require hours to analyse. The following points may be noted...
1.  A girl child was treated as the core of the family system who was loved by all as a prized member...It will be gare to say the idol of love and care in the family system. She was trained with all types of education including, art, science to lead a family in future at her husband's house.
2. She was treated with respect as the property to be offered in oblation... The most pricious member who would work as an ambassador between to society...To represent one culture at another society.
3. The ascetics dwelling in forests seeking salvation through harsh way of living never failed to rear a deserted baby into full womanhood with all love and care like a householder.
4. A girl child could win the hearts of an ascetic and forest dwellers through her human virtues.
5. The poet depicts the attachment within the members of a household and the extent to which they suffer while departing their sweet daughter for ever to a house of her husband.
6. The depiction of mental agony with its physical impact through words is unbelievably touchy. The throat is choked from withholding the tears..Ah...What a feeling !!
Eyes becoming inert...Not seeing anything although open...The psychological condition of a grief strike father who has not begotten the child...Only fostering her...Ah...Painted through limited words... Imagining the condition of a distant householder who has given birth and reared the girl child with blood and flesh... Ah...It is possible only with Kalidasa...

Now, friends...Please enjoy the magic of sanskrit language and its wealth.

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....ଯୁବତୀ ଯୁବାପସରା ଗୋ......

......ଯୁବତୀ ଯୁବାପସରା ଗୋ......

କୃଷ୍ଣଚୁଡାର ରଂଗ ତୁମେ ଗୋ
ବୟସର କୃଷ୍ଣବେଣୀ..
ବୃଷଭାନୁ ଜେମା ବିଧୁର ବିଭୋରା
ବିଧୃତା ବିମ୍ବାଧରୀ...
ରୂପବତୀ ରୂପାମ୍ବରା ଗୋ...
ଯମୁନା କୂଳର ଚିରଯଉବନୀ
ଯୁବତୀ ଯୁବାପସରା ଗୋ...

ଅରନ୍ୟାନୀ ତମେ ସୁନ୍ଦରତାର
ଗଂଗୋତ୍ରୀ ଗଙ୍ଗା ଗୌରବର
ମୃଗାକ୍ଷୀ ମନମୋହିନୀ ମଦାଳସା
ବରଦା ନାୟିକାପ୍ରବର
ସୁନ୍ଦରୀ କୁନ୍ଦଦନ୍ତୀ ଗୋ...
ଋଷିମନଲୋଭା ବିଦଗ୍ଧବିଧୁରା
ସୁମନା ଶୁଭସୁକାନ୍ତି ଗୋ....

You are the colour of Krushnachuda
Long Black plate of the age..
Daughter of Vrushabhanu,
You affected and addicted
One with red lips..
Beautiful and with beauty of the sorrunding..
Ever youthful young lady of Yamuna bank..
Beloved of the young men..

You are the forest of charm
The root of the Gangetic pride
The doe eyed, solace of the mind
O slow mover
You are graceful and the best heroine..
The beautiful with small teeth
Beloved to ascetic mind..
With healthy thought
You are a source of bliss...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....PUT YOUR HANDS IN MINE.....

.....PUT YOUR HANDS IN MINE.....

In you, beauty was never skin-deep Monalisa..
Yours was a burning epitaph ....
Sweet days never pass into nothingness
They touch the heart and remain so as  golden paragraph...
Love is self emanating
A source of sharing and serenity...
Care is the core of everything
That is pure and pious virility....

Memories are ever young, Monalisa
Music of life is the tune of a tireless journey...
Put your hands in mine
And see how blissful it can be....
Let's sweeten it a little more
The result will be something else...
Kiss me with full lips
Hold me a little more and let us worry a little less....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....आँसुओं से पूछना अगर मिले कभी... ...ASK THE ROLLING TEARS....

....आँसुओं से पूछना अगर मिले कभी...
...ASK THE ROLLING TEARS....

चिर के दिल दिखाने नहीं दूंगा तुम्हें
हाल क्या है समझता हूं मैं खुद
दास्ताँ जैसी है इधर
होगा जरूर वहाँ
आँसुओं से पूछना अगर मिले कभी
होठोंसे तेरी मुहब्बत करता हूँ कितना...

नमी तो मेरे आंखों में है मोनालिसा
सूखने के नाम ही नहीं लेता...
कमबख़्त यह प्यार ऐसी एक चीज है
मौत को भी बार बार गले लगवाता...

I won't ever allow you
To tear your heart open
I understand how you would be feeling, dear
It must be with you
As per mine here..
Ask the rolling tears
If you ever come across
How deeply do I love your full lips..

The moisture you will find in my eyes, Monalisa
It has forgotten to dry up..
The love, the wretched one is such a  thing
It makes this poor to embrace death again and again...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......LET ME BE ALL ALONE......

......LET ME BE ALL ALONE......

I can't vouch we were meant for each other
We were together I know, during a passing shower
Neither am sure we were made to walk side by side..
And now I know I can't leave you, I can't keep you aside..

Without you, I can't think of my existence..
Without you I am simply a void, without any substance...
Life is a fable Monalisa
With you as the main character...
I am proud to follow you like a shadow
And to play an ever longing lover...

I can't bid you good bye
Although you no more in my life..
You are always welcome
Be it the moments of joy or strife..
Let all the happiness
In my share be showered on you..
Let me be all alone
Let your days be with all the hue...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......LET ME FEEL THE PAIN........

.......LET ME FEEL THE PAIN........

The feeling of ecstacy
When you are around is ever nostalgic..
Your very name Monalisa
Makes me happiest ever, the sense of your nearness is the magic...
Your memories turn into
Sharpshooters with me the target..
The infatuation
Your lovemaking is I won't willingly forget....

The enchanting of soul, Monalisa, the feeling of you is called the nearness..
To sing with the tune you set, let me be bold and fearless...
Let me kiss you full on your lips, let me hug you to make me insane...
The softness of your spirit I am dying for, let me feel the pain.....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....ମର୍ତ୍ତ୍ୟ ମହାମନ୍ତ୍ର ବୋଲୁଥା.... ..CHANT THE NAME OF ALMIGHTY.

.....ମର୍ତ୍ତ୍ୟ ମହାମନ୍ତ୍ର ବୋଲୁଥା....
..CHANT THE NAME OF ALMIGHTY.

ଫୁରୁଫୁରାକୁ କି ବରଷା କହିବା
ଭରଷା ନ ଥିଲେ କି ପ୍ରେମ
ବସୁଧା ନ ତାତିଲେ କି ଖରା ବା ସିଏ
ଝାଳ ନ ବୋହିଲେ କି ଶ୍ରମ....
ବୟସ ଅଛି ତ ବାୟସ ଲଢ଼ଇ
ରଡ଼ିଲେ ଜଗତ ଶୁଣେନି...
ଦମ୍ଭ ଅଛି ଯଦି ପଞ୍ଜାରେ ଦେଖାଅ
ଅଭିମାନ ମାନ ଟାଣେନି...
ହଜିଯିବୁ କାଳେ ମହାକାଳ କୋଳେ
ପାଦ ଚିପି ଚିପି ଚାଲୁଥା....
ହରେ ରାମ କୃଷ୍ଣ ଭଜୁଥା ରେ ବାବୁ
ମର୍ତ୍ତ୍ୟ ମହାମନ୍ତ୍ର ବୋଲୁଥା....

Can you term a passing shower as rain..
Love with out reliance is fake
Is it sun if earth is not scorched
Work is not done if it can't disperse..
A crow fights if it is young
You can't establish by shouting
Stand up if you have strength
Ego wouldn't pay off
Be ware, you may lose yourself in the timeline
Take care and chant the big hymn of the earth
Chant the name of Almighty
Hare Rama Hare Krishna..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ..... ....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ.....
....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....

आँखोंमें जिसकी है सावन और भादों
पलकों में जिसकी है सागर की गहराई...
जो सिसकती है और पिघलती सारी हिमाद्रि
जिसकी आहों में बसती है नटराज की थिरकते पावँ..
जो खेल सकती हँसती हँसती
महाकाल के जुएमें अपनापन की अनमोल दावँ..
मैं वही हूँ जो जिंदगी देती है
मैं वही हूँ जो मौत की चंगुल से छीनने की हिम्मत रखती है
और खुद से पूछ सकती हूं
मैं कौन हूँ...
मैं दुनिया बनानेवाली हूँ...
हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ...

In the eyes of whom
There lie July and August
In the eye drops of whom
Lie the depth of the ocean
When she sobs
The entire Himalaya melts down
You can see the dancing feet of the mighty Nataraj
In her painful moan...
Who can play the priceless bet of self on the game of time eternity..
I am that...
I am that which offers life..
That which can snatch from the clutch of death..
And yet can ask myself
My own identity..
Who am I ...
I am the maker of the world..
Yes, I am the woman....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....ALL YOUR SWEET TORTURE....

.....ALL YOUR SWEET TORTURE....

When the sky gets over clouded
With all its darkness centered on my timeline...
The thunder pounding on the presence
You come to my memory Monalisa with speed of the lightning....

You drench my thought with the slow downpour..
You strike wonder sweetheart outlining my feeble contour...
The days with you, the moments with all its splendor..
You are alive Monalisa with all your sweet torture....

It rains on the plain and it also pours on hills..
Living is so vast, all its sour it cares and heals..
With care and share the inner flair it loves...
The music of life it sings, with intense it embraces and throbs...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....REFLECTION OF OUR LOVE...

.....REFLECTION OF OUR LOVE...

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

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

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

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©® SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....CHAINED.......

.....CHAINED.......

The air is free with doors open to the infinity
The water came out from the cave to teach us freedom...
The vast sky, the ocean and the depth of spirit
The soul is so clean with its message awesome...

Life is always a fable Monalisa
With friendship as the guiding motivation..
Voice of the inner soul talk to the subtlest
Love and care steer us towards the exaltation..

Your memory is the elixir
My soul is happy to be addicted...
Let's be free my dear
To make it the goal and the corporal world abdicated...
Come my love, come
With the immortality of spirit reclaimed....
Let me be in your arms dear
Let my essence with your feeling be chained...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....ଖୁସିରେ ମିଳନ୍ତିନି କୃଷ୍ଣ....

.....ଖୁସିରେ ମିଳନ୍ତିନି କୃଷ୍ଣ....

ଲୁଚେଇ ଲୁଚେଇ ଖୀର ପିଅନ୍ତିନି
ଦେଖେଇ ଦେଖନ୍ତିନି ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ..
ନ କାନ୍ଦିଲେ ମାଆ କୋଳେଇ ନିଏନି
ଖୁସିରେ ମିଳନ୍ତିନି କୃଷ୍ଣ....
ରହି ଯାଅ ବନ୍ଧୁ ରହି ଯାଅ..
ବିବେକକୁ ଧୋକା ଦେଇଛ ଜାଣି ବି
ହୃଦୟ ତମର କାନ୍ଦୁନି କାହିଁକି
ଛାତି ଛୁଇଁ ଥରେ କହି ଦିଅ...

ଖାଉଛ ଯାହାର ମାଟିର ମହକ
ପିଉଛ ଯାହାର ଲୋହିତ ରକତ
ସବୁଜିମା ଯାର ଜୀବନ ଜଗାଏ
ପବନ ବଜାଏ ବିଜୟ ସଙ୍ଗୀତ
ଦିଅନି ରେ ତାକୁ ଧୋକା..
ଦେଶ ବିରୁଦ୍ଧରେ ମାତିଚ କାହିଁକି
ବିବେକ ବିକୁଚ ଲଜ୍ଜା ନାହିଁକି ?
ନିଅନି ରେ କେବେ
କୃତଘ୍ନ ହବାର ଠିକା....

Milk is not drunk in secrecy
And our dreams are not exposed
Mother doesn't receive unless the child cries
The Lord is seldom easily approached...
Wait, my friend wait
Knowing well that
You have cheated the soul
Why you are not disturbed
Reveal the reason....

Don't cheat
Who feeds you
Whose blood quenches your thirst
That has kept you alive
Whose air sings your victory song
Your conscience should be honoured
Before you are sold
And are proven ungrateful....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......मेरे गावँ... १० ....My village ...10

.......मेरे गावँ... १०
....My village ...10

गावँ मेरा था अलवेला, हावभाव भी थे इसके न्यारे...
हँसमुख था इसका चलन हर रिश्ते नाते थे प्यारे...
एक मुसकान से बिक जाती थी सारी दुनिया..
इशारों से ही गायी जाती थी भाईचारों की नगमे
और खुली खुली बंटी जाती थी एहसान की सुक्रिया.....

विचारों में कब घुस गयीं हैं ये चिकनी चुपड़ी बातें...
न जाने किस रंध्र से हम बजा रहे हैं अब बेवसी की वंशी...
दुआएं सुनते नहीं आजकल
कायनात मांगे तो वह जाती है दर्द की दरिया...

My village was so beautiful
So different were its manners..
It behaved so nicely
Relations were bountiful pleasures..
The world was charmed by simply one smile..
In signs only could be fraternity felt..
So free could the gratitude be well expressed..

Formalities alas ..has crept into our life
Our music is full of hatred and helplessness
We seldom bless others now
Pain is the answer to wish of creativity...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......YOU ARE SO GENEROUS.....

.......YOU ARE SO GENEROUS.....

What is there in your pot O Lord
You have not given me...
The world is so big and beautiful
I see it in my hands with bonhomei..
The vast blue above, the green spread like a big carpet..
The depth in the life support and the beauty in the eyes of the pet..

To live with love and affection, with faith in you we close eyes...
The tears shed by the dociles and in helpless the hopeless shies...
You have made us cruel to exploit our past Karmas...
You are so precarious Prabhu to make us forget our Dharmas....

When it is your desire, everything sour turn sweet..
When you wish Sir, you make us dumb like cow or allow us tweet..
You are so generous O God to allow  Monalisa mine...
You decide on your own O creator if I am to brood or shine...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......BE FOR EVER MY MASK.....

.......BE FOR EVER MY MASK.....

To call a spade a spade
Is not a palatable thing..
To say I love you more than my life
You may believe or not
Is the only right thing....

Whatever is good to your heart
I like to say that only..
I like to please you
At any cost whatever it may be...
You loved my truthfulness
Still I remember that..
With your care for me
You won over me, you touched my heart....

You are an enigma Monalisa
Your love is a hidden treasure...
To be infatuated with your charm
Is heavenly to me ever...
Will you be with me for ever I would love to ask...
Be my life's end my love, be for ever my mask...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......ପ୍ରେୟସୀ ପ୍ରଣୟ ବନ୍ୟା ଗୋ....

......ପ୍ରେୟସୀ ପ୍ରଣୟ ବନ୍ୟା ଗୋ....

ଗାଧୁଆ ତୁଠରେ ଚିହ୍ନ ଛାଡିଥିଲ
ସାବୁନ ଖୋଳରେ ଲେଖି ଗୋ..
ପ୍ରଣୟ ବାରତା ପଢ଼ିଥିଲି ନେଇ
କଣ୍ଟ ଦେଇଥିଲ ସଖି ଗୋ..
ପାଦ ଘଷା ତୁଠପଥର.....
ଆଖି କଜଳ ରେ ଲେଖି ଛାଡିଥିଲ
ଖୋଲିଥିଲ ମନ ଅଥାର....

ଆସିଥିଲ ସଖି ନିରସ ଜୀବନେ
ମଳୟ ବୁହାଇ ଯତନେ.....
ଭାଙ୍ଗିଥିଲ ମନୁ ସକଳ ଯାତନା
ଲେପିଥିଲ ପ୍ରିତୀ ସପନେ...
ମାନସୀ ଅଳସକନ୍ୟା ଗୋ
ଚନ୍ଦ୍ରିକା ମଧୁଛଂଦିକା ସହି
ପ୍ରେୟସୀ ପ୍ରଣୟ ବନ୍ୟା ଗୋ....

You had left a sign
In the bathing complex
With a note on the soap cover..
You had fixed a time
I read your love message..
You just wrote me with the kohl of your eye
Exposing your mind..

You had come to my lusterless life Sakhi
Blowing vernal breeze
You removed all sorrows
By painting with careful love
My beloved, the girl of slow movement O
You Chandrika with Honeyed gait, my beloved, the flood of love...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......WE CALL HER BOU....

......WE CALL HER BOU....

She spends her life
By caring for her family..
While feeding her baby
She forgets her own meal..
While thinking for her children
She forgets her sleep.....
We call her Bou, the Mother
We call her the statue of life...

She kicks out her dream
She eats half a meal for her child...
She burns her happiness bit by bit
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 and give
Receives nothing.....
Kills herself while alive
To make her baby a cosy swing....
She feels pain
When her chic suffers....
When her child stumbles
She sheds warm tears...
Suffering she knows only
Forgets to live how..
She is the living Goddess
She is our mother, the Bou....

She is never recognized
While alive..
She bleeds her entire life
Never takes a day leave..
A live example of dedication she is
She occupies no place in our memory..
Never waits for our pity
Never waits to listen us saying Mother, sorry....

©®BY SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....वफ़ा की सबूत मांगना है..... ....IF PROOF OF MY FAITH....

.....वफ़ा की सबूत मांगना है.....
....IF PROOF OF MY FAITH....

मेहरवानी इतनी तो कर
ए कठोर !
तेरे हि पैरों पर पड़ा हूँ तब से
आंखों से थोड़ा करुणा फेंक दे
वफ़ा की सबूत मांगना है
तो मेरे प्राण ले ले

परेशान तो मैं हूँ ही मेरी जान
धड़कन मेरा तू ही तो है
बिरान था मेरी जिंदगी यह कब
तुम ही तुम हो मेरे चारों तरफ अब
सांसों  में है तेरा मंगल मूरत
तेरे ही सहारे आबाद हूँ मैं...

Do pity on me
O cruel
Under your feet I am
Since then
From your eyes
Throw away a little pathos
Take away my life
If proof of my faith is insisted on..

I am troubled my life
Only you are my throbs
My soul was alone once
And now
You are all around
My breaths have your pious image
I am full with your hands in mine..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....YOUR BITTER GOOD BYES......

.....YOUR BITTER GOOD BYES......

Your asking me if I love you
Is so nice being the sweetest thought..
Your tears are the greatest gift
You could respond ever to my heart.

It is not a stranger
To connect you whenever I am alone
Not to think you ever
Is the gravest malady if ever I have done..
Ours is the routine Monalisa
We are born for each other
Your duty is pious
Mine is to be attached to you, dear..

Life is a tale
To be told with heartfelt narrative
Love is faith
To live together is real imperative
With a pity, if possible
Come a bit closer and try  to look into my eyes
You will find you, Monalisa
You and nothing else
Your moments with me and your bitter good byes...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......ଧୀରେ ଧୀରେ ଦୀପ ତେଜୁଥା......

......ଧୀରେ ଧୀରେ ଦୀପ ତେଜୁଥା......

ସପନ ଦେଖିବା ସହଜ ନୁହେଁ ରେ
ରାତି ଥିଲେ ସିନା ହୁଅନ୍ତା..
ମନ ରାଇଜରେ ଉଡିଲେ କି ହବ
ପାଇବୁ କି ହାତ ପାହାନ୍ତା ...
ବଚନ ମଧୁର ଭଲ ଲାଗେ ଭାରି
ଅଣ୍ଟି ଛୁରି ତଣ୍ଟି କାଟିବ
ବ୍ରହ୍ମାଣ୍ଡ ଖୋଜୁଚୁ ହୋଇ ହାଇଁ ପାଇଁ
ପିଣ୍ଡ ମହ ମହ ବାସିବ ...
ଗୋଡ ଖସିଯିବ ଥୟ ଧରି ଚାଲ
ପରମପୁରୁଷେ ଚିଂତୁଥା...
ବୁଡିଯିବୁ କେବେ କିଏ ସେ କହିବ
ଧୀରେ ଧୀରେ ଦୀପ ତେଜୁଥା....

It is not so easy to dream
Had there been night left
No meaning in flying in fantasy
Had it been within reach
Sweet words do win over
Those nearer will cheat you
You are running helter scalter
Your self is the right answer
Take care you may slip dear
Concentrate on the ultimate
You may lose everything
With care lit the lamp....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....आजमा कर देख लो....

.....आजमा कर देख लो....

हर गंदगी से
न उगता है उत्पल
हर बून्द आँसू
न बन पाते मोती
सपनें दिखते हैं ख़ुद
देखे नहीं जाते
अपने हक़ के लिए
बाजुओं में जोर है तो चलो....
दिल के धड़कनें जब सताने लगे
सांसों में महक है तो
पंजे लडाना भी आजमा कर देख लो..

अपनी ही नादानी से
खुद अपने को खोने में
जो आसानी है मोनालिसा
डूबने का आनंद कुछ और ...
अंधेरे के गलियों में
साजन साजन पुकारते
और बरवादी के क्यारियों में
खुशहाली का कमल खिलाने में
जो कोशिशें
उसे
जीने की कोई बहाना क्षो
या कहो
सड़ती सच्चाई का कोई अनोखा हथियार...

You don't have a lotus from in all the swamp
And every drop of tears don't turn into pearls
You can't dream on your will
They come automatic
You ant your dues?
Have strength in your arms..
If you are tortured by the throbs
Try your fists locked
If your breaths have fragrance...

Monalisa !!
It is so easy to get yourself lost
Due to your own foolishness
The bliss of melting yourself in you
Is itself something...
To shout full throat
Calling O Lord in the streets of darkness
And making the lotus of happiness bloom in the pit of destruction
Call them the way of living
Or the unique instrument of
Unaccepted truth...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....GRACE IS THY OTHER NAME...

....GRACE IS THY OTHER NAME...

Blessings of the God are you
Simplicity at par
As pure as the morning dew
Life's bliss you are...

Your eyes are the gateway to heaven
Your laugh is more evocative
The coo from your inner heart
Is nearer to the soul, so expressive..

Grace is thy other name
Sweet like the nectar you are
Your eyes are the ultimate solace
Lovly you are O baby, keep our future ajar...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....YOUR BITTER GOOD BYES......

....YOUR BITTER GOOD BYES......

Your asking me if I love you
Is so nice being the sweetest thought..
Your tears are the greatest gift
You could respond ever to my heart.

It is not a stranger
To connect you whenever I am alone
Not to think you ever
Is the gravest malady if ever I have done..
Ours is the routine Monalisa
We are born for each other
Your duty is pious
Mine is to be attached to you, dear..

Life is a tale
To be told with heartfelt narrative
Love is faith
To live together is real imperative
With a pity, if possible
Come a bit closer and try  to look into my eyes
You will find you, Monalisa
You and nothing else
Your moments with me and your bitter good byes...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....ପ୍ରଣୟ ପାଖୁଡା ଦିଅନା .....

....ପ୍ରଣୟ ପାଖୁଡା ଦିଅନା .....

ଅଦିନ ବରଷା ନ ଥାଏ ଭରସା
କରେ ସିନା ଲୋକହସା
ଦେହ ଦହନର ମନ ଗହନର
ଦରଦୀ ଚିତ୍ତର ଭାଷା
ମେଘ ଉହାଡରେ
ଲୁଚିଚ କାହିଁକି
କହିବ ତ କିଛି କୁହନା..
ତୁହାଇ ତୁହାଇ ବରଷୁଛି ଖାଲି
ପ୍ରଣୟ ପାଖୁଡା ଦିଅନା ...

ପଚାରି ପଚାରି ପ୍ରିୟା ର ଠିକଣା
ଶ୍ରାବଣ ଆସିଲା ସିନା
ମାନିନୀ ର ଅଭିମାନ ଯେ ଭାଙ୍ଗିନି
ଜାଣନ୍ତା କାହୁଁ ବା ଅନା
କୁଆ ଡାକିଲେ ଯେ କୁଣିଆ ଆସନ୍ତି
ମନ ଭୁଲିବ ବା କାହୁଁ
ହିଆ ପୋଡିଗଲେ କିଏ ସେ ଖୋଜିବ
ପରାଶ ପୋଛିବ ଦେହୁ ...

Rain not due isn't relied upon
On gets humiliated
And so is the language of
Burning of the body
And a sensitive mind
Why are you hidden
Deep in the clouds ?
Speak if you want to
It is raining like cat and dogs
Give me a page of desire..

Shravan came at last
Searching for the lover's address
See, was not aware of the fact
That the beloved is still sulking.
Guests do appear
When a crow caws
But heart is not convinced
Who will understand
When the heart suffers
The pain is not relieved...

©®SACHIDANANDA MISHRA.

...….LONGING FOR YOU, AH.....

...….LONGING FOR YOU, AH.....

I can't miss you ever
You are nearest to my heart..
To be away from the eye
Doesn't mean you are ever lost..
You were nearer when with me..
When you are away
Dearest are you ever could be..

I feel you Monalisa
Your throbs vibrate me, my sense...
The air around me is ever alive
With the fragrance of your presence.
Those who live in us
Are never searched abroad..
You want to reach me dear
I am waiting, you have a straight road..

Longing for you, ah
Is ever young, sweetened with your smell..
Your memories haunt
You are with the charm I knew well...
Where ever you may stay
You are with me, ever mine
I will write for you, if you can
Search me and see my touching line....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......मेरे गावँ... ९ ....My village ...9

......मेरे गावँ... ९
....My village ...9

सपना क्या है
मेरा गावँ था जीता जागता तस्वीर..
लोग आते थे मेरे धरती पर
देखने भाईचारे की नमूना..
दिल मे लेके प्यार की बहती गंगाजी को
मेरे गांववाले चलते थे अनंत दिग्विजय पर..
और आंखों से बहाते थे मेरे लोग
मुहब्बत की नई नवेली निर्मल यमुना..

ईर्ष्या ले चुकी है अब
ठेका भाईचारे को ठिकाना लगाने की
सपने खो गए हैं
राजनीति की बिकराल नेति नेति में
गंगाजी सांसों के ले लिए
तरसते हैं हर पल हर अनगिनत दलदल में
जमुनाजी भूल गए हैं
नंदनंदन के सुमधुर वंशीस्वन वृन्दावन के आंगन में...

My village was a live reflection of dream
People used to come to see the example of fraternity
My villagers were on adventurea of
endless concure redeem
With love of flowing Ganga ki in heart
And my people were flowing from their eyes
The very new Yamunaji of affection.

Jealousy has now taken the contract
To treat the the fraternity on its own term
Dreams are all lost
In the cruel never ending of nasty politics
Ganga ji is now longing for breaths in the countless swamps
And Yamunaji has lost the melody from Krishna's flute in Vrindavan...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....YOU ARE A BITTER PANACEA....

....YOU ARE A BITTER PANACEA....

When we are heard with care
Our heart leaps..
When we touch the soft corner
Your mind thrills..
We sing all melodies with its notes
Glitters in our eyes..
Our words are sweetened
When we want us only ayes....

Ah.. you are so sweet Monalisa
Your memories are honey..
You are the only source of my joy
I love you O sweet agony..
The scent of your body Is still with me
You are a bitter panacea...
Let me seek you my life O
Come to me like a sure amnesia..

I want to ask you for more
All the hurt you can give..
Like a lost dream and its holocaust
I want to love you and live..
Make me a little cool
With the nausea your game is
Let me ask you for more
That to me your name please...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......WE ARE SINNERS O GOD.....

......WE ARE SINNERS O GOD.....

When all hope is dashed
We seek the shelter of you...
When all roads are closed Prabhu
Before your door we form a queue..
We treat you lightly
You are always the last resort..
When all directions are closed
You accept us, the ungratefuls like a strong secured fort...

The green earth, the vast blue sky
Are all your gift to your children..
The water that flow in our vein is the greatest boon again..
The air we inhale
And the hope to live with
You have created the invisible air
Around us like a syieth...

We are sinners O God
Mistakes we do commit in plenty..
You are the ocean of pity O lord
Propriety in your defaulters is scanty
Help us with greatness
You are beyond our wisdom...
We seek your love compassion
Your love for us is beyond fathom..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

..ପିଆ ପରଶ ରେ ଭୁଲିଲ ସରମ...

..ପିଆ ପରଶ ରେ ଭୁଲିଲ ସରମ...

ସୁନେଲି ପୁଟରେ ଲେଖିଥିଲ ଚିଠି
ଦେଇଥିଲ ସଖି ହାତରେ
ରାଣ ଖାଇଥିଲ ଲୁହ ଦାଗ ଦେଇ
ଭେଟିବାକୁ ଆର ହାଟରେ..
ନ ରହିବ କାଳେ ମନେ..
ସୁନ୍ଦରୀ ମଧୁମଞ୍ଜରୀ ଗୋରୀ
କହିଥିଲ କାନେ କାନେ...

ରୂପ ରାଇଜର ରାଜକୁମାରୀ ଗୋ
ମିଶିଥିଲ ନଈ କୂଳରେ
ଅରପିଲ ତମ କୁଆଁରୀ ମନକୁ
ପରଦେଶୀ ରାଜକୁମାରେ
ଭରସି ତେଜିଲ କୁଣ୍ଠା ଗୋ...
ପିଆ ପରଶ ରେ ଭୁଲିଲ ସରମ
ଦେଖିଥିଲା ନଈ ପଠା ଗୋ....

You wrote the letter in golden ink
And sent it through your friend
You promised to meet at the next market day
With a mark of your tears
Lest it will be forgotten
O beauty , you honeyed flower
You repeated the message..

O princess of the world of beauty
You met on the bank of the river
You had surrendered your maiden heart
Before the prince, the stranger
With courage, you left inhibition
You forgot all niceties  at the touch of the lover
The river bank is the witness..

©®  SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......खुस हूँ मैं खाक बनने में......

......खुस हूँ मैं खाक बनने में......

दिल से जुड़ी हुई होतीं हैं कुछ आदतें
धड़कनों को चूमते हुए ये बन जाते हैं यादें..
तब्दीलियां तब्दीलियां होतीं हैं नामका सिर्फ
तुम तुम हो यार
बदलना तेरे फिदरत में नहीं है।

तुम तो एक आग की दरिया हो
हर राहगीर भी तपते है तेरे नाम से
तुझ में जलना मुझे मंजूर है मेरे प्यार
तुझ से ही जुड़ा हूँ खुस हूँ खाक बनने में...

तेरे ही सहारे अब जिंदा हूँ में
तुम्ही मेरे रात और तुम्हीं मेरे दिन
तुझे इतना चाहने लगा हूँ मरे हमदम
ख़्वाबमे अब तो मेरे तुम ही तुम हो।

Certain habits
Turn to sweet memories by touching the throbs of our hearts
Changes are changes by name only
You are you only
And it is not in your true nature.

You are a sea of fire
Every traveller is scared of your name
I accept to be burnt in you
I am proud to be connected to you
And being burnt to ashes.

I am alive now with your help
You are my night and you are my day
I have started to love you so much my dear
You are there and only you are there  in all my dreams ..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....I AM WAITING...

.....I AM WAITING...

The air that moves with waves is called wind
When ripples churn to disturb the peace of mind
The soul shivers, threatened with violation in any form
We call it tempest friends, some call it storm...

You are unpredictable, Monalisa, your face a mystery
Your smile is an enigma for ever you are the pages of history
I have throbbed with your heart my love, I have seen you in my eyes
I have drunk your tears with jest
I have sipped your damp good byes

I have kissed your assurances
All your wishes have haunted me
I have loved you so dear
You will come to me one day to see
I am waiting
Till I see you knock my door
I have my senses all alert
To welcome you enter my floor..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

...ITS NOBLE FORM IS POEM...

...ITS NOBLE FORM IS POEM...

Words those speak the voice of deprived
Those flow down the timeline that everybody can claim...
Words those carry the sound of heart beat
Are called poetry my friends and its noble form is poem...

We say sometimes what we want
And the way we find is not free...
We stumble with our heart not open
When kiss is not planted on the full lips in a hurry..
The Warmth is spilt on the open to the lover's dismay..
Lovemaking is spoilt alas, when you miss the foreplay..

I have to speak you something Monalisa
These are my lines written in full faith...
If you read them and receive my message to your heart like a visa
Keep them near to your chest my dear , I will smell your sweet breath..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA