Saturday, 30 September 2017

To meet you once more...I could miss you


The place that allures everybody except me, because you are on earth, is called heaven...
I never wanted to be liberated Monalisa, to meet you once more, I would prefer to die again again.
For you in the diabolical world I would wish to enslave me.....
Being inside the caskat for eternity, I am ready Monalisa to hand you over the key.....

To think for you I thought I was empowered, to love you was my devine right....
To listen to your sweet voice was a treat everyday, your morning photo was a real sight...
Your love was so intense, I never thought I would have such a pathetic view....
I was never serious Monalisa, I know now for sure, when I said yes, I could lose you....

..... I MISS YOU, MONALISA....


..... I MISS YOU, MONALISA....

I miss you, Monalisa, you are the most precious when you are away from me....
How far you may be in distance, I feel your resonance  in my ear like that of a bumble bee...
Your absence is an instrument to feel you more strongly and around you to revolve....
You are my pole star Monalisa, the only character in the alphabet of my love..

SHUBHASHITANI.. अर्थागमो नित्यमरोगिता च प्रिया च भार्या प्रियबादिनी च

SHUBHASHITANI..

अर्थागमो नित्यमरोगिता च
             प्रिया च भार्या प्रियबादिनी च
वश्यश्च पुत्रोर्थकरी च विद्या
              षड्जीलोकस्य सुखानि राजन्...

The whole world is after two things...One wealth so that the next and so called ultimate, the Peace can be attained. The general tenet is to live a peaceful life. For it, earlier, people were trying to learn things and acquire knowledge which was the head and the wealth was the follower. But, since the advent of western civilisation of core consumerist ideology in recent centuries, the term happiness has been re-defined... Any way, we will discuss, today, the thinking process at Mahabharata era and will be astonished how perfectly scientific they were in understanding of  happiness.

It was Vidura ji, the learned minister of the king Dhrutarashtra, who was explaining the real happiness in material world of that day...Even though, it is more appropriate in these days also when the rotten system is teaching its the most eligible children how to cheat and how to destroy the soft fiber of social harmony by corruption..By deceit..To establish that the end justifies the means.. to close the eyes for earning maximum profit to dreamer companies.. Maximum profit in short time..

Happiness is considered on different platforms like the present life and the life after ...The next birth..The happiness drawn from material world is not the same everywhere. A king or a rich person enjoys the material world with great enjoyment or happiness. The  period after this life is poor for him. A sanyasi who forsakes the material world leaves a poor life in search of truth. His life here is full of miseries, but the period after this life is assured with full peace. But a poor man who is deprived of wealth and is not after knowledge, has both the epoch pitiable. Some kings are careful not to indulge in material follies and do their allotted duty perfectly. For them both the world are noble. Thus consumerism with restrain and conscious dealing is the best thing... Even better than ascetism..

Let's see the verse.
Six things are called happiness in this living world. Of course, this is material parameter necessary for a king and his subjects.
1. Arthagamo nityam.. regular incoming of wealth. To live happily with all the better way of life living, one must have money in his pocket. Whatever means it may be, but you must be assured of whatever amount of ready cash you need.
2. Arogitaa ..Sound health.. wealth is best enjoyed when one is in full health..Mentally as well as physically. The taste of the pudding is in eating.. a simple diabetes is sufficient to splash water on the heat.
3. Priyaa cha bharya... The better half must be dear to the heart. Like health, the wife, who comes as a stake holder in all the niceties of life on advantage youth must be dearer to the heart..She must be the Monalisa..
4. Priyabadini ... The entire human life centers on the pivot of a single person called wife...The better half...She comes at the best time of the life to accompany till the funeral pyre in Hindu way of life. She is bound to one's life. The second most attribute on her is her style of communication. If she is well mannered in speech, then the happiness is assured to a man and vice versa.
5. Bashya ch putra.. the next relative to a man after wife is his son or daughter. Son stands for daughter also. Offspring is treated as the only thing that both the man and woman in union as own. They spend their whole life to make this relative happy. This son must be obedient. An obedient child is the fifth source of absolute happiness.
6.  Arthakari cha vidya..The education one gets must be income oriented. If somebody gets a certificate of excellence in a field which has no demand in the society, it can't fetch money and thus fails him in the material world.  Study in madrasas is the brightest example of the day.

Basically, happiness is a state of mind. It is never absolute. But here, the great thinkers have pinpointed as material happiness.

Friends, it is your time now to ascertain the applicability of a verse in Mahabharata age in present day. In a few words what a great thought !

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............ଢାଳିଦିଅ ଆଶିଷ ଗୋ.............. ....POUR DOWN BKESSINGS MAA...

............ଢାଳିଦିଅ ଆଶିଷ ଗୋ..............
....POUR DOWN BKESSINGS MAA...

ଆସ ଗୋ ଜନନୀ ତମେ
ହଉ ପଛେ ବରଷକେ ଥରେ
ହାତେ ଧରି ମୁଠାଏ ଅଶିଣ...
କାଶତଣ୍ଡି ଫୁଲେ ଧରି ଶୁଭ୍ରତାର ଭସା ମେଘ
ଆଉ ଭରସାର ଅନାଘ୍ରାତ ରାଣ....

ବର୍ଷା ହେଉ ପାର୍ବଣର
ମୁହଁ ରେ ଖେଳାଇ ଦିଅ
ଗଦା ଗଦା ଆନନ୍ଦର ଫଲ୍ଗୁ...
ସପନ ସାକାର ହେଉ
ଆଶିଷର କୁଣ୍ଡାଝଡା ହଉ ମାତ
ବୋହିଆସୁ ସ୍ନେହ ବାରି ନୟନସରଗୁ...

ଘେନ ଆମ ପୂଜା ମା ଗୋ
ଘେନ ଦୀନ ଦରିଦ୍ରଙ୍କ
ପ୍ରାଣର ପ୍ରଣତି...
ବନ୍ଦନା ଜାଣିନୁ ଆମେ
ହୃଦୟର ଡାକ ହେଉ ତୁମ ପାଇଁ
ଶ୍ରଦ୍ଧାର ମିତାକ୍ଷରୀ ଶ୍ରୁତି ଆଉ ସ୍ମୃତି....

ଢାଳିଦିଅ ଆଶିଷ ଗୋ
ପୋଛିଦିଅ ମୁଖୁଁ ଆମ
ସ୍ୱାର୍ଥର ଘୃଣାକ୍ଷର.....
ଘେନା କର ପୁଷ୍ପାଞ୍ଜଳୀ
ଢାଳିଦିଅ ମସ୍ତକରେ ଆମ
ଶ୍ରଦ୍ଧା ଆଉ ସ୍ନେହର ଅବିର...

Let it be once a year
Come O my mother
With a handful of Ashina..
Come with floating clouds of hoariness
And unsmelt promise of reliance ...

Let there be rain of festivity
Let every face bloom with
Heaps of red powder of joy
Let the dreams take shape..
Let their be drizzle of blessings O mother
Let water of affection flow from the heaven of your eyes..

Receive our worship O mother
Receive the soulful bowing down of the down trodden
We are yet to know how to pray you
Let our call of heart for you
Be the short form of love in form of  smrutis and Shruties....

Pour down your blessings Ma
Wipe our face of the characters of hatred..
Our handful of flowers may be received
Let our heads be sprayed with red
Powder of love and affection..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

............आँसुओं से पूछना ........... ........JUST ASK MY TEARS...

............आँसुओं से पूछना ...........
........JUST ASK MY TEARS...

हम तो उन्हीं बेगानों मे से हैं, मोनालिसा
नमी है जिन के आँखों मे
और जो पलकों से यमुना बहाते हैं...
खालीपन की बू जिन्हें खोखली बना रखी है
और जो राह देख रहे हैं ऐसे एक एहसास का
जिसे लोग शौक से रिस्ता कहते हैं..।

नींद तो छीन गयी है तेरे चाहत से ए हमदम,
यादों मे सिर्फ तुम ही तुम हो....
दूरी तुम से मुझे हरगिज पसंद नहीं
आँसुओं से पूछना तुम्हें कितना चाहते हैं....

We are among those unsung, Monalisa
Whose eyes are moist..
And those make the Yamuna flow from the drops of their eyelids....
The smell of emptiness has created vaccume in those
And those who are in search of such a feeling
That is termed as relationship..

Sleep has been snatched away by the desire for you, O one with the same feeling..
My memories are filled in only by you..
I don't like distance from you at any rate
Please ask my tears how intensely I want you...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ମୁଁ ଯେ ଫେରିବି... ୫ ..... ONE DAY RETURN I WILL....5

.....ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ମୁଁ ଯେ ଫେରିବି... ୫
..... ONE DAY RETURN I WILL....5

ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ନିଶ୍ଚେ ଫେରିବି....
ସଜ ସକାଳର ନିଦୁଆ ଆଖିରେ
କୁହୁକ ଅଞ୍ଜନ ଲେପିବି...

ସପନ ଦେଖିବ ତମେ ଗୋ ସୁନ୍ଦରୀ
ଛାତିରେ ମୋ' ମଥା ରଖି...
ପିଇବ  ପ୍ରିୟା ଗୋ ପ୍ରଣୟ ପୀୟୂଷ
ଆଖିରେ ମିଶାଇ ଆଖି...
ସଜ ସୁଗନ୍ଧିତ ରଜନୀଗନ୍ଧା ରେ
ମଣ୍ଡିତ ହବ ସଖି ଗୋ...
ଚନ୍ଦ୍ରିକା ଖୋସି ମୃଦୁଳ ଗଭାରେ
ପ୍ରିୟତମେ ଦବ ସାକ୍ଷୀ ଗୋ....
ମୋହିନୀ ମୁଦ୍ରାରେ ରଂଜିବ ସଜନୀ
ପ୍ରୀତି ସାଗରରେ ଭାସିବି..
କୁହୁକ ଘୋଡାରେ ଚଢି ପ୍ରିୟତମା
ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ନିଶ୍ଚେ ଫେରିବି....

I will return, no doubt
Return I will..

You will dream O beautiful
With your head on my chest.
You will drink the nectar of love, sweetheart
With your eyes in mine..
You will be decorated with fresh perfumed Rajanigandhaa, dearest
You will charm your dearest with moon beam on your  juda..
You will enchant me in an engrossing pose to make me float
On the ocean of love..
Riding a magic horse,
I will come my sweet love
I will no doubt return....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....YOUR OBSTINACY PRIYATAMAA..

....YOUR OBSTINACY PRIYATAMAA..

The world comes to a sudden halt when your chattering machine is on......
When you stop talking abruptly,
it is the end my road, you turn to be  a killer morn.....
When you turn to the silent mode,
it is the end to me, your anger is so soothing,
I treat your chider  as a flirt......
I am not afraid of your anger Monalisa,
it is your love that kills me at every drop of your hat....

You love me with the earthen smell of the first rain, I am enchanted Monalisa......
My nitch I have found in your body's warmth, in  the smell of your armpit I have received my visa......
When you close your eyes, it is rest for me, it is the end my day.....
I love you more for your obstinacy Priyatamaa, in the rainbow of your moods let me stay.......

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ.......१ २ ....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....12

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ.......१ २
....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....12

हाँ, मैं औरत ही हूँ...
खूद ही को ढूंढते ढूंढते हैरत मे हूँ...
सहचरी हूँ पुरूष की
समान अधिकारों के साथ सहभागिनी भी हूँ..
भीख मे नहीं
मेरे हकदारी मुझे हिस्से मे चाहिए..
नारी हूँ मैं
नारायणी हूँ मैं,
मुझे किसी का अर्द्धान्गिनी मत कहीए...
समान से कुछ ज्यादा हूँ
भोजन मे दुगुनी
और शृन्गार मे चौगुनी हूँ..
घर सम्हालने मे माहिर
और राजनीति की शातिर
समाज के फलने फुलने का पहला खम्भा हूँ..
पान्चाली की घनकृष्ण, खुली केशराशि हूँ
कृष्णा हूँ, महाभारत भी हूँ
और दुनियादारी की शिकार बननेवाली पहली अचम्भा हूँ...
युगांतर की आह्वान हूँ और जन्मांतर की अभीप्सा हूँ..
आँसुओं के ढेर के साथ
भटकता हुआ किसी भूत की खोई हुई मोनालिसा भी हूँ...

Yes, I am the woman.
I am lost in me while searching myself..
I am the co traveller of the man
And share holder I am too with equal rights.
I want my share of entitlement
Not as gift
I am the woman
And I am the Narayani
Dont lable me as somebody's half
I am a bit greater than that...
I eat double
And capable four times in sex..
An expert in home making
Astute in political move..
And the first pillar of social growth..
I am the untied density of long black hair of Panchali..
Krishnaa I am myself and Mahabharat too...
The first wonder as the pray of the worldly affairs also I am..
Being the the call of another age and the wish of another birth
I am the very lost Monalisa of a wandering ghost
Whose eyes have a sea of tears..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

..FRIENDSHIP IS THE FINEST ART...

..FRIENDSHIP IS THE FINEST ART...

You are with me from the beginning of the world, life was never assured to the full..
I am enchanted by your care sweetheart, our relation is serene and cool..
Women with stylish hairdo are always welcome, ogling had its own hue..
Sneaking at them was never so charming Monalisa, until I hurled it on you..

Friendship is the finest art and friends are the only creatures fervoured....
Let me love you with deepest intensity and let me be the only favoured..
You have read me with the zeal of an ancient warrior, you have read me to the last syllable..
You have been the cosiest ball in my hand Monalisa, let me enjoy it with a steady dribble...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......ଧରି ଥାଆ ମଙ୍ଗ ମୋଡି ରେ.... ..JUST KEEP HOLD ON THE STERN..

......ଧରି ଥାଆ ମଙ୍ଗ ମୋଡି ରେ....
..JUST KEEP HOLD ON THE STERN..

ରୂପ ରଙ୍ଗ ସବୁ ଆଉ
ନ ଦେଖ ରେ ବାଇମନ
ବେଳ ତ ଯାଉଛି ଗଡି....
ଚେହେରା ତଳେ ତୋ  ରସରଙ୍ଗାଧର
ଧରି ଥାଆ ମଙ୍ଗ ମୋଡି...

ସଜେଇ ହେଇକି ପଡ଼ିଚୁ ବାବୁରେ
କାଦୁଅ ମେଞ୍ଚାକ ପଛରେ..
ଯାହାକୁ ଭାବୁଛୁ ଅସଲ ବୋଲିକି
ସେଇ ତ ଚଢ଼ିଛି ଗଛରେ...
ଭଙ୍ଗା ଡାଳ କଣ ସମ୍ଭାଳିବ ତତେ
ପଡ଼ିବୁ ତଳେ କଚାଡି ରେ...
ଚେହେରା ତଳେ ତୋ ରସରଙ୍ଗାଧର
ଧରି ଥାଆ ମଙ୍ଗ ମୋଡି ରେ......

Don't look at the figure and the colour
O my dear, Time is on the run...
The Lord of the beauty, the red lipped one is inside you
Just keep hold on the stern..

Decorated, you are after the brick of mud ..
The one you consider as the real one..
Has climbed up the tree..
The broken branch won't sustain ever
You will fall down..
The Lord of the beauty, the red lipped one is inside you
Just keep hold on the stern..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......YOUR MORNING COO........

.......YOUR MORNING COO........

Life is not so easy and easy is not to have everything we wish....
Looking at the silhouette of your sleeping posture is the loveliest of bliss..
It's a luxury to kiss your half closed eyes, covered under your curled hair, as cool as drops of dew...
I still miss you Monalisa in my warm embrace and miss for ever your morning coo..

Let me feel you at every step I extend my foot ahead..
Let me miss you between the breaths I reserve to tread..
My arms are open my love, lest you wish somebody by your side....
When you open your eyes in the morning, look into my eyes and feel the pride..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

It is you O God..

It is you O God who taught me to utter the first coo.. It is you O Almighty, who made me write the first letter too... I learnt from you O Lord, to feel the warmth and the bliss of nearness .. My breathing I loved with all the desire, I bow my head for your grace...

Sarvam kshayam..

Friends !
Let's take a different topic today, away from literature. A topic that speaks on the way of living the life. Our living is not the value we need to apply..The way we should.. our forefathers have given us ample idea of the path we should take..How to take and when to take.

We know and have been told to know that wealth is prime necessity of life our system of education says this. Earning of wealth is our prime aim and we learn it from the day one of our life till the end. We are taught very little how to use the earned wealth. As a result, we have to leave the world without the amassed lot without knowing it beforehand practically. The wealth has been defined in multiple ways, all without the most important factor related to its practicability. We will take the most ancient explanation of its utility.

We have a verse

 सर्बं क्षयं गच्छति कालपर्ययात्
        दत्तं च हूतं च तथैव तिष्ठति..

Everything  in this material world we earn or own goes to final destruction one day, irrespective of its importance or ownership.. only two things stay without being ruined..The thing that has been given ..And the thing that has been enjoyed. You earn a thing..In form of material wealth. You will prove your ownership only if you spend it on the parameter of spending, that is spend it to get service or article of your choice for enjoyment.. and the other way is if you can give it to somebody as gift or alm. Otherwise the wealth is virtually not yours.  The wealth stands permanently confiscated. Otherwise, one can be the owner of the entire mines under the earth or the entire wealth in RBI. Thus the basic principle of ownership of wealth is ...ownership means executive ability to spend and give. This fact is said in the following verse.

दानोपभोगरहिता दिवसा यस्य यान्ति वै ।
   स लोहकारभस्त्रेव श्वसन्नपि न जीवति ॥
       
        From सुभाषितरत्नसमुच्चय

If a person neither gives his wealth away, nor enjoys it then his living is a big waste. He is only breathing just like the air sac of a blacksmith and not 'living'.

The air sack, made of animal skin, of a black smith inhales and exhales oxigen like all animals do. Breathing is not the sign of living on this count. The exact sign of being wealthy is utilising the money earned by giving as gift or alm and spending it for enjoyment. If you don't spend, then the wealth is equal to the living without its proper meaning of living, like the air sack.of the black smith.

Now friends, it is your time to feel if you are wasting your hard earned money by miserly saving or actually are enjoying your effective ownership on it. Thanks.

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

...TO LOVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL...

...TO LOVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL...

Love is an apologue and you, sweetheart, the main character.....
Let me welcome you to my life with the sweetest of morning flower..
My leisure is always engaged with your thought, my heart is ever on lease...
You never give me a chance to visit, Monalisa, even when you feel unease...

To love the most beautiful is my birth right and I am doing just that..
Let me follow you at your every sojourn, if you drop ever, let me pick up your hat...
Don't look at me if you don't like, let me be happy to woo..
I am helpless Monalisa, take care if I am unworthy of you..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......ପ୍ରୀତିପସରା ଗୋ ମୁଗ୍ଧା ପ୍ରେୟସୀ.... ....MY ENCHANTED BELOVED....

......ପ୍ରୀତିପସରା ଗୋ ମୁଗ୍ଧା ପ୍ରେୟସୀ....
....MY ENCHANTED BELOVED....

କୋଇଲି କଣ୍ଠେ ବାଜିଥିଲା ତମ
ଶୁଭ ଆଗମନୀ ଶଙ୍ଖ...
ପାଇଥିଲି ତମ ପ୍ରଣୟ ପାଖୁଡା
ପ୍ରଥିତ ମୟୁର ପଙ୍ଖ...
ସ୍ବପ୍ନବିଭୋରା ସୁନ୍ଦରତମା
ପୀୟୂଷପୋଷିତା ଉଷା....
ପ୍ରୀତିପସରା ଗୋ ମୁଗ୍ଧା ପ୍ରେୟସୀ
ବିଦଗ୍ଧା  ମୋନାଲିସା....
ସ୍ନିଗ୍ଧ କୋମଳ ସ୍ନେହର ପରଶ
ବୋଳା ନିମନ୍ତ୍ରଣ ଚିଠା ଗୋ ...
ଦେଇଥିଲ ସଖି କାକରବିନ୍ଦୁରେ
ବିଶ୍ୱାସବତୁରା ମିଠା ଗୋ...

Your auspicious welcome song was
Sung in the cockoo's coo..
I had received the peacock feather
Bedecked with your love petals too..
Lost in dreams O my beautiful
You are the dawn dripped in nectar...
My enchanted beloved
O Monalisa
The casket of love you are....
You had sent an invitation card painted with soft touch of affection..
You had sent sweets drenched in pure faith
In the platform of dew drops..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....... THE PAIN IN YOUR EYES......

....... THE PAIN IN YOUR EYES......

Morning is good because I expect a wish from you through all the niceties you are serious..
I am still waiting for one since you left me and evenings are all spurious..
To feel the pain in your eyes is my only pastime now, I am sure it is not a sin..
The depth in your stare, Monalisa, I am wandering about, believe me, I am lost in....

I can't term you a dream, sweetheart for dreams have a feeling to spare ...
Throbs are with your smell and to reach your silky hair I could dare...
Let me have you, Monalisa, you won't allow me in real I know..
Let me sense the warmth of your lips and let me be lost in your glittering glow..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

...........आओ हम फिर से जिएं........ .....COME, LET'S LIVE AGAIN.....

...........आओ हम फिर से जिएं........
.....COME, LET'S LIVE AGAIN.....

जिसकी अपेक्षा है
अगर वह आ जाती
समय के आहट के साथ कदम मिलाकर..
सिर्फ अपनाने से
अगर समां जाती छाती में सारी दुनिया..
और  सोच लेने से ही
मूहँ छिपाने के लिए
तेरे प्यार में बहुत जगह होती...
तो सखी
मैं लिखता
आओ हम फिर से जिएं...
और गाएँ मिलकर
संपर्क की अपुर तराना...
मैं लौट के ही आ रहा हूँ प्रिय
मेरे लिए इंतेजार करना....

Ah....If she would come
Whom I wait since long..
With matching steps with the foot prints of time..
If the whole world would melt in the chest
Just by owning all..
And
By merely with a wish
Your love would assimilate
The whole of mine....
Then my dear
I would write
Come.. Let's live all over again..
And sing together
The never ending lyrics of our relationship
I am coming back my love
Please wait
Wait for me a little longer.....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....AND STILL AM ON FIRE.....

....AND STILL AM ON FIRE.....

You are with me now, I feel you, you are so sweet,
your words are all rhymes...
Reality is not what we see with our eyes,
life turns to be mirage sometimes..
Love is that feeling, Monalisa, which tortures the worst
and keep up the stir...
Yes, I am in love with you with the sweetest of feelings
and still am in fire....

Read these few lines O hard hearted, if you have time to spare...
The beautiful have no time, it is a fact, and no will to share...
Listen to my heart Monalisa,that throbs for you and listen to my prayer..
When you are out on the open for a leisure my dear,
pl allow me to stand on your way and stare..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

............ଶୁଣୁଛ ସଖି ?.....୪ .....LISTINING LOVE ?......4

............ଶୁଣୁଛ ସଖି ?.....୪
.....LISTINING LOVE  ?......4

ଶୁଣୁଛ ସଖି ?
ଶୁଭ୍ର ଶରତ ଡାକେ ହାତ ଠାରି
ଖୋଲା ଦିନ, ଭୁଲା ମନ
ତମେ ବଡ ଆନମନା, ଶୁଭୁନି କି ?

ଭସା ବଉଦର ଭାଷା
ତମ ଆଖି କଥା କହେ..
ମଉନାବତୀ ର ଓଠ
କହେନାଇଁ ଥରିଯାଏ...
ଜୀବନ ଟା ସତେ କଣ ଏକ ଚାରିଛକ !
ଅଦିନ ବରଷା ପରି ତମ ହସ
ତମେ ମୋନାଲିସା ଏକ ମୁଗ୍ଧା ସାରସ..
ଓଳିଗଡା ପାଣି ପରି କୁହନାଇଁ ସତ
ଚୂର୍ଣ୍ଣ କୁନ୍ତଳ ତମ କହିଯାଏ ତୃପ୍ତ ଇତିହାସ..
କହିଦିଅ ଭଲ ପାଅ ବୋଲି ଥରେ
ମିଳିଯିବ ସ୍ୱର୍ଗର ସବୁ ସୁଖ....
ଶୁଣୁଛ ସଖି ?
ଅଳସକନ୍ୟା ତ ତମେ
ତମ ଆଶ୍ୱାସନା ମୋର ଶୁଦ୍ଧ ସମ୍ପର୍କ
କଣ, ଶୋଇଗଲ କି ?

Listening Sakhi ?
The hoary Autumn beckons..
Open time, forgetting mind
You never concentrate, won't you listen ?

Your eyes speak of the language of floating clouds
The lips of the silent beauty never speaks
Only trembles..
Is the life a cross road ?
Your laughter is like a passing shower
You Monalisa are an enchanted stork..
You don't tell the truth like a water dropping from the roof top
But your stray hairs tell your history of satisfaction..
Please tell me once
You love me..
Heaven I will have in my lap
Listening Sakhi ?
You are the the Alasakanya, the beauty with leisure
Your assurance is my purity of relationship..
Ah...Have you fallen asleep ?

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

..THE CURLS ARE DARK AND DEEP..

..THE CURLS ARE DARK AND DEEP..

What a pair of eyes you have my love,
In your lips I see all the stars dazzling..
You were once unknown to me by Jove,
Related we were from births before, the moment was ours when we came running..

Let me touch your cheeks, Monalisa, they are a vast panorama....
Let my mind wander on it, let my tongue feel its sweet aroma...
The curls are dark and deep, let them rest with all the style..
Invite me my sweetheart let my lips feel them in leisure awhile...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ.......११ ....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....11

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ.......११
....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....11

हाँ, मैं औरत ही हूँ...
खूद ही को ढूंढते ढूंढते हैरत मे हूँ...

दिल मे मेरे प्यार की समन्दर
फिर भी प्यास से हारी हूँ...
साथ देती हूँ सारे जग को
फिर भी अकेलेपन की मारी हूँ...
न खोल सकती हूँ दिल अपनी
न मचा सकती हूँ शोर...
मेरे ही अपने बनाये हैं मुझे
बिन चन्द्रिका के मोर...
देनेके लिए मशहूर हूँ
बच गया है अब कुछ भी नहीं मेरे पास...
भिखारी बन के खडी रह गयी हूँ
दिल मे नहीं है मेरे दात्री बननेका आश...
हाँ, मैं वही नारी हूँ..
देती देती जिंदगी बीत गयी है
फिर भी रही भीखारी हूँ...

Yes, I am the woman.
I still wonder while I am searching myself..

In my heart, there is the ocean of love
Yet I am troubled of thirst..
I am with whole the world
And yet I am down with loneliness..
I can't open up myself
And I can't shout full throat..
My own, dearers and nearers have made me a featherless peacock..
I am famous for making gifts
Nothing is left with me now..
I am standing as a pauper now
I don't aspire to be called generous any how...
Yes, I am that woman..
Whose life has been a spent force
And she is still with an empty pot of alm...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

...A BOUQUET OF FRESH FLOWER...

...A BOUQUET OF FRESH FLOWER...

You are my first wish, my eyes miss you as if for centuries
Like a bouquet of fresh flower..
Like a cool breeze you come to my mind sweetheart,
You drench me like a passing shower...
You are a hard knot, that I know with full knowledge
To reach you is the hardest sojourn..
To touch your heart with unending desire, Monalisa
As a test for me, you are always my first concern..

Let me enter you..Let me enter your prohibited parlour..
The area nobody has ever permitted to my love, let me have your favor..
Let me win you, Monalisa, after the battle of hectic parleys..
Let me sing you the sweetest of song, here are my hopeful lays...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.........ଯିବିନି ଗୋ ଦଣ୍ଡେ ରହିଯିବି...... ...WON'T GO MY DEAR, WILL STAY FOR A MOMENT...

.........ଯିବିନି ଗୋ ଦଣ୍ଡେ ରହିଯିବି......
...WON'T GO MY DEAR, WILL STAY FOR A MOMENT...

ରହିବି ଗୋ ଦଣ୍ଡେ ରହିଯିବି
ଶୁଣିବାକୁ ତମ ହୃଦୟ କାହାଣୀ
ବାଇବାକୁ ତମ ମନର ଖଞ୍ଜଣି
ଲେଖିବାକୁ ତମ ପ୍ରେମର ଚିଟାଉ
ରାଣଦିଆ ଗଣ୍ଠି ଫିଟୋଉ ଫିଟୋଉ
ଯିବିନି ଗୋ ଦଣ୍ଡେ ରହିଯିବି
ଅଦିନ ବରଷା ଛାଡିନାଇଁ ଏବେ
ସିଧା ଦାଣ୍ଡେ ଦାଣ୍ଡେ ନାଇଁ ଯିବି...
ଯିବିନି ଗୋ ଦଣ୍ଡେ ରହିଯିବି...

ରହିଯିବି ସଖି ରହିଯିବି
ପଢିବାକୁ ତମ ଚାହାଣୀ ର ଭାଷା
ଲେଖିବାକୁ ତମ ଆଖିରେ ଭରସା
ଆଙ୍କିବାକୁ ତମ ପାପୁଲିରେ ଚିତା
ନାଇବାକୁ ତମ ପାଦରେ ଅଳତା
ଦୁଆରେ ତମର ରହିଯିବି..
ଝରକା ଫାଙ୍କରେ ଛାଇ ପଡ଼ିବାକୁ
ମନମୁନ ଫେଇ ଚାହିଁଥିବି...
ଯିବିନି ଗୋ ଦଣ୍ଡେ ରହିଯିବି...

I will stay for a moment , my dear
I will stay..
To listen to the language of your heart
To play on the drum of your mind
To write the love letter to you
To untie the knot of your promise
I won't go my dear
I will stay..
The untimely rain has not seized yet
I will not traverse the street straight
I won't move on my dear
I will stay..

I will stay for a moment , my dear
I will stay..
To read the language of your gaze
To write the relience in your eyes
To creat tatoo on your palms
To redden your feet
I will wait at your door..
To mark your shadow at the window corner
I will wait in attention..
I will not go, my dear
I will stay a little longer..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

........GIVE A WARM CARESS.....

........GIVE A WARM CARESS.....

Your wishes are always the first  with the sweetest of music,
It is not days or months I miss you for....
When cocks crow in the mornings you are ever with me as a brief shower..
You are a fountain of faith and freshness,
Enough you have entrusted in me and yet more are due..
Your love for me is enough Monalisa,
Can't give reasons why I rely on you..

Let my days pass with your memories around
Let my pulses miss me I pray..
May I long for your love more and more
Let my morning wait for the scent of your breath everyday..
Let my heart throb for expectations of being with you and your sweetness..
Let me look into your eyes, Monalisa when you sit by me and give a warm caress....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.........आपने याद किया...... .......YOU REMEMBERED ME......

..........आपने याद किया......
.......YOU REMEMBERED ME......

आपने याद किया
बस हम इसीके इन्तेजार में थे...
आप कहीं भी नहीं जा सकते
चाहते हुए भी अब
सच तो यही है अब
आप हमारे हैं और हम आपके...

प्यार को बेरुखी मत कह मेरे जान
पलें आएंगे और जाते रहेंगे...
दिल की धड़कनों कौन समझ पाया है आजतक
किसने देखा है गुजर जाता है क्या कुछ
दिल के झरोखे से अनकहे अनजान ...

You remembered me
And I was waiting this as if..
You can't leave me now my dear
If you wish even
Now treat this to be true
You are mine and me yours..

Dont treat my love as heartlessness dear
Time will come and pass on
Who has understood the throbs of heart with its feelings
Who has seen what passes on
Through the window unseen and unknown......

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

Sunday, 17 September 2017

........ मुक्तिः...SALVATION...

......... मुक्तिः...SALVATION...

Friends..
       Let's have another point of discussion today..A much talked term we come across in our day to day life...Be it religion..Be it philosophy..Be it a little bit seriousness where we tend to talk of Multi or salvation or freedom or liberation . From this world or from problems we face in our life. It is a term we find out ear lobes stretched out on hearing as the first reaction. We will take a quote from Garuda Purana and Find out how our fore fathers have left for us through words. Only a few words in a two liner can speak volumes on such critical issues like Liberation with jest..

It is a discussion on the propriety of punishing of one's body through fasting, austerities to bring pain to the precious body through entering into fire, tormenting under the Sun, denying water to the body..All these hard ways of restricting the physical condition.. killing of subjects of Indriyas..The taste, the sound, the sights, the feelings e.t.c.  Can killing the hunger, the thirst, the vision lead us to liberation or have control over our sorrows and troubles ? It is the multi billion dollar question man has asked and wanted a final reply. So many Babas, so many teachers, so many preachers are busy in their own ways..to lead herd of sheep..To show the right way...To Kindle light.. Through providing free meals...Dreams ..And even AK47 rifles with full conviction of killing by self detonating bombs and there are millions of followers after them... Churches, temples, Gurdwaras, Mosques have seen blood, violence, hate preaching, Groupism... Consolidation and everything that humanity is ashamed of..

But what is the real meaning of that final word ? We will see ..

देहदण्डनमात्रेण का मुक्तिरविवेकिनां ।
वल्मीकताडनादेव मृतः कुत्र महोरगः ॥
                                         गरुडपुराण

How can one get salvation only by hurting his body? One must be a fool to believe so. Will beating the ant hill kill the big snake? Body is the anthill. The attributes of the soul interested in the worldly pleasure is the snake. Until those attributes are squashed, the soul can not be liberated.

Wah .Let's not beat the ant hill to kill the poisonous Snake. The snake is much below the ant hill with thousands of exits. The snake is merely an animal created by the Almighty. It has certain attribute ..That is poison which is dreadful.. Here the snake is our  body. Likewise the soul has certain attributes which are misunderstood with the body.  Wrong attribute they are. Greed heads all.. Jealousy, anger, desire, telling a lie..Cheating.. violence..All are misunderstood to be seated in the body. But are not in actual. The mind is the main factor to be held guilty. Not the body. It is not the food or drink that is responsible to think wrong. Lotus blooms in the mud. The Sun has the ability to take the pure water from mud.. it is ignorance, dogmas, blind faith, wrong training that lead towards bad things...But the soul can't be blemished... Conscience is supreme.. Think good..No amount of bad education can annihilate good attributes from a soul. A good teacher can do wonder.. how can you decide which Guru is good or bad..Cheats can call themselves SATCHIDANANDA..Dont listen to them..First ask your conscience. .Put him to test.. blind bhakti can spoil your whole life..Like Dera Sachcha sauda.. Asharam.. Church spilling venom with anti histamine drug.. Jakir Nayak.. Mann ... Who bled Swarna Mandir.. Mosques preaching hatred ..

Thanks.. for reading till the end. Please comment if you don't like..Even.

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......ନାରୀ ମୁଁ....... ....I AM THE WOMAN...

......ନାରୀ ମୁଁ.......
....I AM THE WOMAN...

ନାରୀ ମୁଁ...
ଛୁଇଁ ଦେଲେ ସୁନା...
ମୋ ଦେହରେ ଶୋଭା ପାଏ  ଛିଣ୍ଡା ଲୁଣ୍ଡାକନା...
ହସି ଦେଲେ ଫୁଟେ ପାରିଜାତ
ଗଦେଇ ହେଇ ପଡେ ସୁନ୍ଦର ପ୍ରଭାତ
ସପନ ଦେଖନ୍ତି ନାଆଁ ରେ ମୋର ଚିହ୍ନା ଅରକ୍ଷିତ
ରାତି ପାହିବାକୁ ଦିଅନ୍ତିନି ଦଳେ
ମୋ ପଛରେ ପଡିଗଲେ ସକାଳ ସରେନି..
ଅସରନ୍ତି ଶରଧା ରେ ସଉକି ପୁରେନି...
ଖାଲି ମୋ ପାଇଁ
ଗଢ଼ା ହୁଏ ପ୍ରତି ଦିନ ଅଳକା ସଦନ..
ଜଳୁଥିଲେ ମନ ମୋର
ଦେଖା ଯାଏ ନାହିଁ କେବେ
ସ୍ନେହରେ ଡାକନ୍ତି ମୋତେ ଚନ୍ଦ୍ରବଦନ...
ନ ଋଷିଲେ ବି ଘଡଘଡି ମାରେ
ଫାଟି ଯାଏ ପୃଥିବୀ
ନ କହିଲେ ବି ତୋଳା ହୁଏ ଶହେ ଭାର ପଦ୍ମ..
ଥାଟ ପଟାଳ ପଡେ ମୋ ଦୁଆରେ
ଭାଙ୍ଗି ପଡେ ମେଘନାଦ ପାଚିରି
ମୋ ପଦଧୂଳି ହୋଇ ଯାଏ ଶୁଦ୍ଧ ସୁବର୍ଣ୍ଣ...
ଯାହା ମୁଁ ଲେଖି ଦିଏ
ହୋଇ ଯାଏ ବେଦ...
ଲେଖା ହୁଏ ସ୍ମୃତି କେତେ
ମନ୍ତ୍ର ଗାଥା କଠୋପନିଷଦ...
ଜଟା ଭାରେ ଲଦି ହୋଇ ମହର୍ଷି ବ୍ରହ୍ମର୍ଷି
ତପସ୍ୟା ଭଙ୍ଗ କରନ୍ତି କେତେ ତପୋନିଧି....
ନାରୀ ମୁଁ
ଦୁଃଖର ତପ୍ତ ବୈତରଣୀ ପାର ହୁଏ
ପ୍ରତିଟି ମୁହୂର୍ତ୍ତେ
ଯନ୍ତ୍ରଣାର ଅଟେ ମୁଁ ଯେ  ସୁପ୍ତ ମହୋଦଧି..

I am the woman..
I have a Midas touch.
Torn dusting clothes even can eulogise me
When I smile, the garden blooms
And the morning just poured down..
The known useless all dream in my name..
Herds don't allow the night turn into morn..
To engage me they don't exhaust the morning ..
They amuse in unending care for me..
They plan the heaven on earth only for me..
They don't see me burning inside..
They call me moon faced one..
Even if I don't mind
Thunder strikes and the earth cracks in the middle..
Hundreds of load of lotus are plucked..
My door is crowded and the great wall is broken..
Dust of my feet turns pure gold
Whatever I draw becomes the Vedas..
Commentaries are written on it
And rewritten are all its follow ups..
Sages do discontinue their strong resolve..
Woman I am
I have to cross the boiling river every moment
And I am the ocean in waiting of pain and torture..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....I WISH I WOULD DRINK YOU....

....I WISH I WOULD DRINK YOU....

Dont stare so lovingly my love, I wish you to be more styled..
My heart throbs at your every move, I am afraid I may be killed..
I wish I would drink you, you are rocking beyond my tolerance...
Let me stay my life at your feet, Monalisa, let me gaze at you ever askance..

Please have your juda garlanded with fine Jesmine, I pray..
With your eyes in flickers, in kajal on the lines, lean over me and stay..
Let me smell you and your long black plaites, let me touch your lips..
While worshipping you and your lovely body, at your feet when time slips..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......प्यार से हाथ धोया नहीं करते... ...CAN'T AFFORD TO MISS THE LOVE...

......प्यार से हाथ धोया नहीं करते...
...CAN'T AFFORD TO MISS THE LOVE...

तुम्हें तंग किया ही नहीं अब तक
लायक ही नहीं हो तुम, कहीं अधिक हो इस से.
जीया करते हैं लोग जीन्दगी को ए सुन्दरी
प्यार से हाथ धोया नहीं करते...

जख्म ही रह गया है अब जीन्दगी बन कर..
हाथ मिला लो काण्टों की भरमार
हकीकत यही है रहना तो इसी के साथ मोनालिसा
न मिला पाए तो झेलना होगा अफसोस की बाढ..

नजर न लग जाए प्यार को मेरे
नजराना भरके रहुंगा मगर...
दिल से थोड़ी किया करते हैं नजर अन्दाज़, मेरी जान....
तुम ही तुम हो सखि हर तरफ़...

I have not disturbed you till now
You are not fit for this, worthier by far you are.
People do live their lives meaningfully O beauty..
Can't afford to miss it...

Wounds have taken the shape of my life..
If I shake hands, a lot of thorns..
This is the life, Monalisa, we have to live with this.
If we can't shake hands, we have to face the music....

Let my love not be envie hoon
Let me pay the price of the first sight..
Heart can't be negelected my love
You are every where and you are my love..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

..HOWEVER HARD YOU MAY LOOK..

..HOWEVER HARD YOU MAY LOOK..

You were right, it is all in the memory, life is not a bed of roses..
Hills are all nice at distance, nearer you break your heart, greener always it poses..
You are so sweet Monalisa, Separated you are still sweeter..
Morning is the sweetest hour for I know you are on the twitter..

However hard you may look, a softer heart comes out into your eyes..
The twinkle and the blinking in them I am lost O, with them my imagination flies..
Reading them is a fortune Priyatamaa, let me be lost in them..
Look at me, sharpen your brows, Monalisa, you are free to reclaim....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

...........ଶୁଣୁଛ ସଖି.....3 .......LISTINING LOVE....3

...........ଶୁଣୁଛ ସଖି.....3
   .......LISTINING LOVE....3

ଶୁଣୁଛ ସଖି ?
ତମ ଦେବଦାସ ଏବେ ଖୁବ ଚର୍ଚ୍ଚାରେ
ପାରୋର ପ୍ରେମ ତାକୁ ବାନ୍ଧି ପାରୁନି
ବୁଲୁଚି ସେ ଆଜି କାଲି ନଈ ପଠାରେ...
ଶୋଉଚି ସେ ଆନମନା ହୋଇ
ଚହଟା ଘାଟ ସିଧା ଆମ୍ବ ତୋଟାରେ
ଡରୁଛି ସେ ମହାନଦୀ କୂଳ ଗହଳି
ଆଉ ବୁଲୁନି ହବ କାଳେ ହଟହଟା ରେ
ସତୀ ଅସତୀ ର ଦ୍ଵନ୍ଦ ରେ ପଡିଚି
ପଡିଛି ସେ ଅପନ୍ତରା ରେ...
ଖୋଜୁଛି ସେ ଚନ୍ଦ୍ରମୁଖୀ
ଭଜୁଛି ସେ କାଳ ବଇଶାଖୀ
ମନ ତାର ଲାଖିଅଛି ସୁରା ରେ....
ଜୀବନ ଯମୁନା ବହୁନାଇଁ ଉଜାଣି...
ଘାସ ବୁଦା ବିଲ ହୁଡା
କାମନାର ଜଉଘର ପରି ସାଦାସିଧା
ହାତଠାରି କେବେ ତାକୁ ଡାକିବେ କେଜାଣି...

Listening, Sakhi !
Your Debdas is again in news
He is out of Paru's love
Roaming now a day in river bed..
Seen sleeping in the mango Grove
Straight in the side of Chahata Ghat
Out of mind...
Afraid of the crowd of Mahanadi shore..
Not wandering to avoid notice..
In an hesitation of chastity or looseness
Finds him  deserted..
Searching Chandramukhi for advice
And remembering the hurricane...
A little bit addicted..
The Yamuna of life is no more in force..
All the bushes..
Hedges are so straight
Like house of wax
Waiting to be addressed intensely...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ......

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ......

हाँ, मैं औरत ही हूँ...
खूद ही को ढूंढते ढूंढते हैरत मे हूँ...

अपना कहने के लिए मेरे पास बहुत कुछ है
फिर भी मैं अकेली हूँ..
बनाती हूँ दुनिया लुह से और लहु से..
फिर भी बेघर हूँ...
दिलों को जुडाने मे महारथ रखते हुए भी
मेरा जिन्दगी खण्डहर है...
ठुकराए गएओं से लगाव है मुझे
और दिल मे मेरे प्यार का समन्दर है..
तवाही के गहरे दलदल मे फंस कर भी
उजडे हुएओं के घर बचाना चाहती  हूँ...
हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ....

From ...
Sachidananda Mishra

....ପତ୍ନୀ ତମେ ତମେ ହିଁ ପ୍ରେମିକା.... ....YOU ARE THE WIFE AND YOU ARE THE BELOVED...

....ପତ୍ନୀ ତମେ ତମେ ହିଁ ପ୍ରେମିକା....
....YOU ARE THE WIFE AND YOU ARE THE BELOVED...

ପ୍ରେମିକା ଏମିତି ଏକ ଅନୁଭବ ର ନାମ, ମୋନାଲିସା .. ଯୋଉଥିରେ ଆନନ୍ଦ ଅଛି ଆଉ ଉଦ୍ବିଘ୍ନତା ବି... ଯାହା ଏକ ଝରଣା ପରି ଅବିରଳ ଆଉ ମହାସାଗର ପରି ପ୍ରଶାନ୍ତ, ଯେଉଁଥିରେ ତଲ୍ଲୀନ ହୋଇ ହୁଏ ଆଉ ଯାହା ନିହାରିକା ପରି ଅନନ୍ତ, ଚିରକାଳ ଅନ୍ଧତ୍ୱର ଆରୋପ ଅନ୍ୟାୟ ... ଏଥିରେ ମୁଁ ଉଷା କାଳର ପବିତ୍ରତା ଦେଖେ... କାକରବିନ୍ଦୁ ପରି ସ୍ୱଚ୍ଛତା ଏଇଥିରେ ହିଁ ପାଏ...ପ୍ରେମିକା ଏକ ଅନିର୍ଦ୍ଦିଷ୍ଟ ଲକ୍ଷ୍ୟ ଯାହାକୁ ପାଇବାକୁ ଆତ୍ମା ବିଳପି ଉଠେ...

ପ୍ରେମିକା ପତ୍ନୀ ହେଲେ ଗୋଟେ ଭୌତିକ ପରିବର୍ତ୍ତନ ଘଟେ ନିଶ୍ଚିତତା ରେ... ଅପଘଟନ ଘଟେ ଆନନ୍ଦ ରେ... ପ୍ରେମିକା ର ସ୍ଥାନ ପତ୍ନୀ ଠାରୁ ବହୁତ ଉଚ୍ଚରେ... ଏମିତି ବି କହି ହେବ, ଆବେଗରହିତ ଏକ ପରିତ୍ୟକ୍ତ ଉପତ୍ୟକା ର ଶେଷ ଚିହ୍ନ ପତ୍ନୀ ....କେବେ ଉଷ୍ମତା ଥିଲା ଅନନ୍ତତା ର.... ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ଦେଖି ହେଉଥିଲା ତାଙ୍କ ଆଖିରେ.... ଯେ କେବେ ଏକ ଧାରା ଶ୍ରାବଣ ର ଶ୍ରାବଣୀ ଥିଲେ... ଏ ସବୁ ଅନୁଭବ କେବଳ ଯେଉଁଠି ପ୍ରେମିକା ପତ୍ନୀର ମର୍ଯ୍ୟାଦାବନ୍ତ ଆସନ ଗ୍ରହଣ କରନ୍ତି... ଯଦି ଜୀବନ ସଙ୍ଗିନୀ ହୁଅନ୍ତି...

ହଁ, ପତ୍ନୀ ଏକ ସୁସ୍ଥ ଚିନ୍ତାଧାରା... ରମଣୀୟତା ର ଅବିଭକ୍ତ ଦଶହରା... ଗର୍ବ ଓ ଗୌରବ ର ପରିପୃକ୍ତ ଉନ୍ମୁକ୍ତ ଝରଣା, ଯିଏ ଆନନ୍ଦ ର ଫଲ୍ଗୁ ବିଞ୍ଚି ଦିଅନ୍ତି ଜୀବନ ପଥରେ ଆବଶ୍ୟକତା ରୁ ଅଧିକ... ଯଦି ଚାହାନ୍ତି... ଯଦି ମନ ମନ୍ଦିରର ପୂଜାରିଣୀ ହବା ପାଇଁ ସ୍ୱୀକୃତି ଦିଅନ୍ତି.... ସେଠି ଆନନ୍ଦ କୁ ସଶରୀରେ ଦେଖି ହୁଏ ବିଶ୍ୱସ୍ତ ଆଖିରେ... ଖୋଜେ ବିଶ୍ୱାସର ସ୍ନେହବୋଳା ସ୍ପର୍ଶ... ଭରସା ର ବଜ୍ର ଶପଥ... ସବୁ ପ୍ରେମିକା ପତ୍ନୀ ହୁଅନ୍ତିନି, ମୋନାଲିସା... ସବୁ ପତ୍ନୀ ବୋଳନ୍ତିନି ଆନନ୍ଦର ମୁଗ୍ଧ ଚନ୍ଦନ... ଦେହ ର ଦାହ ଉଭୟ ଲିଭେଇବାର କ୍ଷମତା ରଖନ୍ତି, କିନ୍ତୁ ମନ ଖୋଜେ ଉଷ୍ମତା...ବିଶ୍ବସ୍ତତା...ଭରସା... ଆକ୍ଷିରେ ଆକ୍ଷି ମିଳେଇବାର ଆଶ୍ୱାସନା...

The beloved is the name of such a feeling, Monalisa which has thrill in it and a pinch of tension too. That is spontaneous like a natural dream and grand as Pacific...In which one can melt with confidence ..Which is endless like the Milky way... It is a gross injustice to allege blindness in it.. I see purity of dawn in it...Trace transparency of dew drops in it..
The beloved is an unidentified target Monalisa, the soul cries in silence to have...

When the beloved graces to be the wife.. there happens a great physical transformation in status....The bliss is diluted ...The beloved is much above the standing of the life partner..That is wife.. we can see thus..the last trace of an emotionless deserted vally is named as Wife...There was endless warmth...One day.... her eyes were the cosiest medium of dream. One day, she was the Shravani of continuous rain.. this happens when the beloved blesses with the fortune of being life partner..

Yes, the wife is a healthy thought process of propriety....An opportunity  for celebration of joy...An ever flowing stream of fresh water of uncompromised pride and elevation.. who sprinkle scented red dust on the walk of life more than necessity...If she wishes she can accord approval to worship in the temple of mind...And makes it possible to see the bliss in mortal eyes...Affords to seek the lovely touch of faith.. and the strong resolution of relience.. all beloveds don't become wives , Monalisa..Every wife doesn't fill the life with satisfaction.. both have capability to put out the heat of the body.. to quench the thirst..But the heart searches for a little warmth.. Faithfulness and reliability... An assurance to look into the eyes...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ.......१० ....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....10

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ.......१०
....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....10

हाँ, मैं औरत ही हूँ...
खूद ही को ढूंढते ढूंढते हैरत मे हूँ...

अपना कहने के लिए मेरे पास बहुत कुछ है
फिर भी मैं अकेली हूँ..
बनाती हूँ दुनिया लुह से और लहु से..
फिर भी बेघर हूँ...
दिलों को जुडाने मे महारथ रखते हुए भी
मेरा जिन्दगी खण्डहर है...
ठुकराए गएओं से लगाव है मुझे
और दिल मे मेरे प्यार का समन्दर है..
तवाही के गहरे दलदल मे फंस कर भी
उजडे हुएओं के घर बचाना चाहता हूँ...
हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ....

Yes, I am the woman
I wonder ny searching myself...

I have a lot of things to say mine..
And yet I am alone..
I make the world with my tears and blood..
Still homeless..
My life is a desert
Although I am an expert in connecting hearts..
I have interest in deserted souls
And my heart is a ocean of love..
In spite of being in the middle of destruction
I want to save the homes of left overs
Yes, I am the woman...

 ©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....DEEP DARK AND DENCE....

.....DEEP DARK AND DENCE....

We were together and the loneliness we both shared was an experiment, new...
Your eyes were big with invitation to enter into you was as clear as morning dew....
The clouds were deep dark and dense, it was sweet to drench in the rain...
It is the fact that I was with you, Monalisa I am haunted again and again..

The smile, the simplicity in it and the charm it brings to your exalted face...
To listen to you with eagerness of the centuries, I am always at the race..
The charm ultimate with fullness of the heart let me drink the whole of your red lips...
The plaits of long hairs I am lost in Monalisa, to kiss the black cobras let me have your tips...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ମୁଁ ଯେ ଫେରିବି...3 ..... ONE DAY RETURN I WILL....3

.....ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ମୁଁ ଯେ ଫେରିବି...3
..... ONE DAY RETURN I WILL....3

ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ନିଶ୍ଚେ ଫେରିବି
ମୁଗ୍ଧ ଆଖିର ପଲକେ ତମର
କୁହୁକ ପରଶ ମାରିବି....

ଧାରା ଶ୍ରାବଣ ର ଶୀତଳ ଛଟକା
ଗୋଲାପୀ ଅଧରେ ତମର
ଖେଳାଇବ ତୃପ୍ତି ମଧୁର ବିସ୍ତୃତି
ଜଗାଇବ ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ଅପାର...
ଲେଉଟିବ କଡ଼ ଯେବେ ଗୋ...
ଖୋଜିବ ଚକିତେ ମନର ମଣିଷ
ଦଶ ଦିଗ ସାକ୍ଷୀ ଥିବେ ଗୋ....
ପ୍ରଥମ ପ୍ରେମର ପ୍ରଥମ ପ୍ରଣୟ
ଖୋଜିବ ଆଖିର ଇସାରା..
ପୁଲକିତ ମନ ହୃଷ୍ଟ ନିଧୁବନ
ପିଇବ କାମନା ମଦିରା.....
ସପନ ପସରା ଧରିବି...
ଅଳକା ପୁରୀର ରମଣୀ ରତନ
ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ନିଶ୍ଚେ ଫେରିବି .....

One day I will be back my dear
Will surely come back one day..
Will the magic touch
To the lid of your career eyes...

The cold splash of the sravana continuity
Will play the sweet spreadsheet of satisfaction on your rosy lips..
Raising innumerable dreams....
When you shift the side...
We will search your dearest
With the ten directions as witness...

The first game of the first love
Will miss the indications of eyes...
With enchanted mind
And the open invitation
You will drink elixir....
I will hold the basket of expectations
O the diamond lady of the Alakapuri,
I will return
Surely I will return....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA.

....LET ME FEEL THE PAIN IN YOU...

....LET ME FEEL THE PAIN IN YOU...

When we are together in totality, relishing both body and mind..
It is called love my dear we are sure to mutually find...
Try to believe me in full Monalisa, you will feel me inside..
Love is inert always, surrender completely and see the reservation slide..

Love is that feeling we experience together, by mutual sharing..
It grows and fructify with flowers of all the hues with faith and caring..
When one sweats , let the other feel urticaria...
Let me feel the pain in you Monalisa, let me scratch the exact area..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

..मेरे गावँ......१८ ....MY VILLAGE....18

.....मेरे गावँ......१८
....MY VILLAGE....18

सपनें देखे जाते थे मिलके अपनों के साथ
हर पेड पर उगते थे मेरे गाँव के पँचमुखी रुद्राक्ष.
सुबह गुंजता था कोयल के कुहुतान से और
हर शाम भरता था बैयों के चहचहाहट से...

फुलों के उपर होता था रंगों का बारिश
झूमते थे गाते थे मिल कर तितलीयों के झुंड..
बारिश मे भीगने मिलते थे इकट्ठे मेरे गाँव वाले
गाजेबाजे के साथ पूजे जाते थे बाबा वक्रतुंड...

My villagers used to dream together
With nears and dears..
The trees of my village were lucky to bear five faced Rudrakshas..
Every morning was blessed with the sweet music of cuckoo
And each evening was filled in the cluttering of Weaver birds..

Colors were raining on flowers
The bunches of butterflies sang and danced together..
All my villagers united to drench in rain
The twisted mouthed Lord Ganesh was worshipped with lots of fanfare..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....MY MONALISA WITH ALL HER CHARM...

....MY MONALISA WITH ALL HER CHARM...

I am only your creation Prabhu, nothing more and nothing less..
Let me be grateful to you with all dedication and pay the due cess..
It is you O Lord who has built me the nicesest habitat..
It is you O Lord who has given me all the boost with a supportive start...

The air I breath in, the water that flows inside and all the faith in you..
The honey in the music of the bamboo bushes, the flowers with all the hue...
The confidence to move ahead and  my Monalisa with all her charm...
I bow my self O Lord let my thanks to your lotus feet move in a swarm...

© SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

धूमः ज्योति सलिलमरुतां सन्निपातो क्व मेघः सन्देशार्थाक्वपटूकरणैः

Hi friends,
   Today, let me bring out another gem from the only diamond in the world who has given quotables in every and each line he has penned. There is no verse one can't find, I am sure, something to wonder, to quote, to be proud of. This is from Meghadutam, an unquestioned  treaty of Vipralambha Shringar... The best form of love...That is attachment between hearts in separation. A bereaved heart finds no way to meet his beloved and in despair approaches anything that can carry his feelings.. and in one line, that is the last one, how the world is spoken..A truth generations would wonder.. Philosophy of life would ponder... Agree will all asunder...

The Yakshya had his Tanwi, Shyama, Shikhari dashana, pakwa bimbadharoshthi... In distant Alakapuri.... And he, in a cottage in  Ramagiri mountain was missing her in his prime time.. that is the rainy season..Separated with an unapproachable distance ..He had no way to relieve his agony and bereaved don't find logic in abnormality of desperate considerations...The hopeless soul did the unbelievable. Approached anything that moved with speed...The moving clouds.. The lover in pain had to relieve his feelings..Heart attack never affects a love lorn...The unfortunate...He can't commit suicide...Because he has to meet her...To cross all hurdles... Only the strongest can love...And suffer for infinity.. yes he can cross the parameter of sanity.. The Yakshya did that.. poured out the heart before the clouds.

      This is the creative brain and heart of none other than Kalidasa...The scientist...The artist...The social engineer...The lover...The tortured...The sage... The analyst of hearts....The unique presenter....Commentator par excellence... To me this verse is enough for a research paper..The best.....here you will get the scientific background of cloud formation...The social technique of employing a Messenger to negotiate between love lorns... The reading of  psychology behind a move of social behavior... And finally a master craftsman who formed a quote for centuries to come...May be till the humanity survives...

Let's  see another best four liner from the greatest...India could boast of..

धूमः ज्योति सलिलमरुतां सन्निपातो क्व मेघः
सन्देशार्थाक्वपटूकरणैः प्राणिभः प्रापणीयाः
इत्यौत्सुक्यादपरिगणयन् गुह्यकं तं संयाचे
याच्न्या मोघाबरमधिगुणे नाधमे लव्‌धकामाः

Where are the clouds formed of inanimate objects of smoke, the heat, the water and the air and where are the Messengers expert in negotiating love lorns...The hopeless Yakshya made a silly attempt to request such an inanimate object to carry message without proper understanding of facts because he was out of order because of helplessness due to mental tension... One should never approach an unworthy person for help..Because he won't help...If ever he did, your purpose will not be served.. you have to approach an other.. better approach an worthy and virtuous person ..You will have certain dignity if you are denied ....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....WHEN YOU MOVE MONALISA...

....WHEN YOU MOVE MONALISA...

You come to my mind at the slightest provocation,it is more when the nights fall...
The loneliness is the worst affair, for worries it is free for all...
Virtue is never absolute and beauty is that bird that chirps to the heart's fill..
When you move Monalisa, the heaven comes on to the earth,
With your style you are free to kill....

Faith is the pivot on which relationship thrives..
Simply when I think of you with earnest feeling, your shadow arrives...
The warmth that you have in your touch and the hope your memory emanates...
Are the principal of my desire, sweat heart, just kiss me I will write sonnets..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....ଅଧର ତମର ଦିଏ ନିମନ୍ତ୍ରଣ... ...YOUR LIPS DO INV8TE....

.....ଅଧର ତମର ଦିଏ ନିମନ୍ତ୍ରଣ...
...YOUR LIPS DO INV8TE....

ସପନ ଥିବ ଗୋ ଆଖିରେ ଆଖିଏ
ସପନରେ ଥିବ ତମେ ଗୋ...
ପାଦତଳେ ତମ ବର୍ଷା ଲୋଟୁଥିବ
ମଧୁର ମୁରଲୀ ସ୍ୱନେ ଗୋ.....
ଶ୍ରାବଣ ଆସିବ ଚିଟୋଉ ଧରିକି
ପ୍ରିୟତମ ଆସିବେ କି.....
ବୁକୁରେ ବୁକୁଏ ଧରିଥିବ ଭାଷା
ପ୍ରଣୟ ପତର ଜାକି.....
ସୁସ୍ମିତା ତମେ ସୁନ୍ଦରତମା
ଓଠରେ କୃଷ୍ଣଚୁଡା..
କୋଉଠି ଥିଲ ଗୋ ଯୋଜନଗନ୍ଧା
ଦେଲ କିଆଁ ଏତେ ପୀଡା....
ଅଧର ତମର ଦିଏ ନିମନ୍ତ୍ରଣ
ଶ୍ରଦ୍ଧା ବରଷେ ଆଖିରୁ...
ଚୂର୍ଣ୍ଣ କୁନ୍ତଳ ଆବାହନ କରେ
ଉଷ୍ମ ଆଶ୍ୱାସନା ଛାତି ରୁ...

Your eyes would have held full dreams..
You would have occupied the whole of dreams...
The rain wold wash your feet
With a sweet tuning of flute...
Sravana would come with a love letter
For the dearest who may come..
With a lot of message hidden in the heart.
You are the dearest O, the most beautiful ever
Your lips are krushnachuda..
Where were you O sweet scented
Why did you torment me ...
Your lips do invite and
Care ooz out of your eyes and warm
Promise from your bosoms...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......SAY YES TO MY EVERY WISH....

......SAY YES TO MY EVERY WISH....

Love is a silent warfare and the lovers are the fighters of a fatal war.....
To live an envied epoch or leave the field is the question
with a hunting memory to lick the scar.....
Thanks from the core of my heart to be a part of you and share your every slice..
You are an enigma Monalisa, I am puzzled when you say yes to my every wish..

Your eyes are the vast easels I wish to draw me with all my leisure...
To feel your full lips I am on the penance sweetheart let me miss me in your stare....
Let me wander in the depth of your warmth Monalisa, let me find me in your wide panorama...
Let me learn the fine art of your bright face, let me be lost in your sweet aroma....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

........मुस्कराना तो तुम से जुडी है....... .....My smile is related to you ....

........मुस्कराना तो तुम से जुडी है.......
.....My smile is related to you ....

दिल तो कोई दिवार नहीं मोनालिसा
जो किसीको भी आने दे...
तुम्हें तो मैं चूना हूँ सुन्दरी
कितनी चाह से पता नहीं है शायद
यादें सिर्फ तुम्हें पहचानते हैं...

अगर तुम मिली तो मानो दुनिया मिली...
हर मोड में जिन्दगी की मानो मन्जिल भी मिले..
मुस्कराना तो तुम से जुडी है
खोनेका दर्द सिर्फ मेरे ही फिदरत में है...

आपके लिए ही हम मरते हैं जानेमन
मांग के तो देख लो अगर दिल करता है
अगर खूस होगी तुम
दिल ही उखाड़ कर रख दें
हाथ में तेरे कसम खाते हैं...

The heart is not a door, Monalisa
So that I can allow anybody in...
I have chosen you beautiful
How sincerely you don't know perhaps..
My memories do recognise you...

If you I availed
I got the whole world...
My life got all its targets
In every turn...
My smile is related to you
And missing somebody is left in my share...

I am dying for you sweetheart
If you want to test
If you will feel happiness
I vow to keep my heart in your palms..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......IT IS THE CRAZINESS....

.......IT IS THE CRAZINESS....

It is the craziness that is the hallmark of your love, Monalisa, simply nice you are...
To love and be loved sincerely you promished me once, your heart was never so far...
Your tears were the best panacea, pain and longing are all the same..
To accommodate you fully with your loving games, I have got a new frame...

Love is the word you were afraid of, your heart throbbed for it..
Hatred for the strange world was not your feelings, let the courtyard be lit..
Let me buy a pair of new anklets, it is time to move..
Look into my eyes Monalisa with jest and craving, you are no more a dove..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

...........ଶୁଣୁଛ ସଖି.....3 .......LISTINING LOVE....3

...........ଶୁଣୁଛ ସଖି.....3
   .......LISTINING LOVE....3

ଶୁଣୁଛ ସଖି ?
କବିତା ଲେଖିବା ଏକ ସଉକି ଏଠି...
ଉଖାରିବା ଲୋଡା ନାଇଁ
ଉଦାସୀ ମନର କୋଣ...
ଅନ୍ଧାରିଆ ଖୁଣ୍ଟ ତଳ
କିବା ବୁଢିଆଣି ଜାଲଭରା ଅନୁକୋଣ...
ଖୋଜିବାକୁ ପଡେ ନାଇଁ ଗହୀର ମଝିରେ ମୂଷାଗାତ
ଅବା ହିଡ଼ ତଳ...
ଗାଁ ମଶାଣିରେ ଏବେ କଣ୍ଟା ବଣ ନାଇଁ
ନିଃଶବ୍ଦତା ପାଇବାକୁ
ଲୋଡ଼ା ଘିଅ ଷାଠିଏ ମହଣ....
ଧୂଆଁ ର କୁଣ୍ଡଳୀ ଥିଲା କେବେ ସୁରକ୍ଷିତ
ପୁରସ୍କାର ପାଇଁ ହେଉଥିଲେ ଗୋଷ୍ଠୀଭୁକ୍ତ..
ଯଦୁପତି ଧରିଛନ୍ତି ଏବେ ମାରଣାସ୍ତ୍ର...
ରଘୁପତି ଖୋଜୁଛନ୍ତି ପରିଚୟ ପତ୍ର...

ମୋନାଲିସା...
କାଶତଣ୍ଡି ବଣ ଆଉ ଦିଶୁନାଇଁ
ଦିଶୁନାଇଁ ଗେଣ୍ଡାଳିଆ...
ଭାବିବାକୁ ବେଳ ନାଇଁ
କବିତା ଲେଖିବ ଯଦି ଲେଖ ଠିଆ ଠିଆ..
ମାନପତ୍ର ମିଳିଯାଏ ଏଠି
ଗୋଷ୍ଠୀଭୁକ୍ତ ହେଲେ ମାହାଳିଆ...
ଶବ୍ଦମାନେ ଅସହାୟ ଏଠି
ଖୋଜା ହେଉନାଇଁ ମନର ଉହାଡୁ...
ଲେଖା ହୁଏ ମୁଢି ଖାଉ ଖାଉ
ଆଉ ଖୋଜାଖୋଜି କରି ୟାଡୁ ସାଡୁ...

Listening love ?
Writing poetry is a pastime here...
You don't need to poke into the corners of a thoughtful mind...
Bottom of a dark pillar
Or the secret place with spider webs
You needn't search in the rat holes in a corn field
Or inside the wall
You won't see the thorny bushes in the village crematorium..
You have to work over board for a little silence..
A day was there when smoking was the holy sign of intelligence..
For prizes you were inside the groups..
The ring leader is with an AK 47 now
And the head is in search of his own identity...

Monalisa !
Kashatandi flowers have no place today
Gendalia is no more seen..
No time to think a little
Write poetry while stand on a queue
You will have a memorandum
If you are inside
Words are helpless
Left untreated inside the store,
Are written at the middle of something
Just by reassembling...

©®SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....HOLD ME A LITTLE CLOSER.....

.....HOLD ME A LITTLE CLOSER.....

Life is a limited gift, let's live it with all the eagerness.
The gone is not before us, presence is so beautiful, I have not seen the bed of roses..
Happiness grows faster, Monalisa, when it is shared with glee.
Inside the closed door, it withers away if you won't share it free..

Nothing more is required to be pleased, simply unlatch the door...
With a handful of feeling, let's start the day, laid before us is the fresh floor...
Let me look into your eyes Monalisa, let me have the full of my treasure..
Lean your head on my chest sweetheart, while our feet traverse, hold me a little closer....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ.......९ ....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....9

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ.......९
....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....9

दर्द का सागर हूँ मैं
बेदर्दी का शिकार भी हूँ..
बेवफाई से नफरत है मुझे सख्त
फिर भी बेवजह  बेवफा ठहरायी जाती हूँ...
मुझे हर बार पान्चाली बनना पडता है
भरे चौराहे पर...
काककृष्ण घने लम्बाइयों को
खुली छोडना पडता है मुझे
और यादें दिलाया जाता मुझसे...
कृष्णा हो कर भी
बिवस्त्र होना पडता है...

चन्चला हूँ...
फिर भी बन्ध जाती हूँ
ममत्व के विवशता के कारण...
हृदय मेरे मे भी है,
खूल नहीं पाती हूँ
अपनापन की खूली बहस मे..
नारायणी हूँ..
फिर भी नर नारायण की अर्द्धान्गिनी हूँ..
हाँ, मैं औरत भी हूँ....

I am the ocean of emotions..
Often I fall prey to heartlessness..
I hate faithlessness
Yet, I am tried for treason without reason...
I am forced to be Panchali every time
On the crowed public square....
I have keep my long, thick black hair open..Uncombed..
And expected to remind..
I have to be clotheless although I am Krishna myself..

I am known as chanchalaa, the swift changeability..
Yet I am caged
Due to helpless belonging..
I have a heart..
But unable to open it in the debate of ownership..
I am Narayani myself
Yet I am the half of human Narayana..
Yes, I am also a woman...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

...THE DAY IS YOURS TODAY...

...THE DAY IS YOURS TODAY...

Sweetest lyrics are those that sings the hearts of the saddest days ..
The brightest Sun is that that plays the sweetest game with its rays...
Read me with your tenderest feeling just open up your closed door...
Love is in your eyes Monalisa, the soul that broods is the poor..

The day is yours sweetheart, come on, make the first move..
The waters are deep and clear, look at your reflection, if wish you can prove..
Under the vast blue sky, blowing is the coolest breeze, see.. you are the best..
The day is yours today, happiness is in the air, you will win the test...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

........ପ୍ରଣାମ କରୁ ହେ ପ୍ରଥମ ବେଦ...... .......WE SALUTE THEE O FIRST WISHDOM......p

........ପ୍ରଣାମ କରୁ ହେ ପ୍ରଥମ ବେଦ......
.......WE SALUTE THEE
                O  FIRST WISHDOM......

ବନ୍ଧୁର ପଥ ର ଯାତ୍ରୀ ଆମେ
ଆଖି ଖୋଲିନାହିଁ ଶୁଭୁନି କିଛି,
ଜ୍ଞାନ ବର୍ତ୍ତିକା ଖୋଜୁଚୁ ଅନ୍ଧାରେ
କିଏ ସେ ସେଠି ହେ ହାତ ଠାରୁଛି ?

ସପନ ଦେଖିବୁ ଦେଖାଇବ କିଏ
ଚିହ୍ନାଇବ କିଏ ସୂର୍ଯ୍ୟ ତାରା...
ବାଟ ଚାଲିବାକୁ କହିବ କିଏ ସେ
ପାହାଚ ଚଢ଼ିବୁ କାହାରେ ଭାରା ?

ମୁହଁରେ ଭରିବ କିଏ ସେ ଶବ୍ଦ
ଲେଖେଇବ କିଏ ଧରି କଲମ...
ଶୁଣେଇବ କିଏ ବଜ୍ର ଶପଥ
ତୁଟେଇବ କିଏ ମନୁ ଭରମ....

ପଦଧୂଳି ଯାର ସରଗ ପସରା
ଆଶୀର୍ବାଦ ଯାର ମୋକ୍ଷପଦ...
ଧନ୍ୟ ଧନ୍ୟ ତୁମେ ଗୁରୁଦେବ ହେ
ପ୍ରଣାମ କରୁ ହେ ପ୍ରଥମ ବେଦ....

We are the travellers on a difficult road
Our eyes are still closed, won't hear anything..
Searching the wicks of knowledge in darkness
Who is waving a helping hand there ?

Who will identify us the Sun, the stars
We want to dream who will guide ?
On whose advice we would tread on the path
Leaning on whom would climb the steps..

Who will  fill words in our mouth
Who will make us hold pen to write
Who will make us listen the strong vow
Who else would eradicate illusion from our mind ?

The dust of your feet is heavenly to us
Your blessings are emancipation..
You are great O Teacher..
We salute thee O the first wisdom..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

........WAITING FOR YOU.....

........WAITING FOR YOU.....

Somebody knocked at your door when you were engaged in study..
The man you neglected was made for you, probably he was your buddy..
You are not alone I swear, you are a throbbing heart full of life and hue..
You have a match,Monalisa, somewhere and somehow waiting for you..

Love is life and life is all beautiful when you find the truth in it...
Sweet is sweeter when you are at leisure and allow your heart to beat...
Let your mind feel what you wish and make the life fruitful...
The world is so nice, let's live it with jest and find the love Monalisa, feel it cool.

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....मेरे गावँ......१७ ....MY VILLAGE....17

.....मेरे गावँ......१७
....MY VILLAGE....17

सरसों के क्यारियोँ मे सोनेका बिखराव
नभश्चुम्बी पहाड़ी से झर झर झरती झरणा..
गोधन से भरा प्रान्तर छुता हुआ दूर दिग्बलय..
मेरा गांव उछलता था, भरके हर दिल में प्रेरणा..

प्यार था एक आम एहसास और मुहब्बत था जिने का जरिया...
मेरा गांव हंसता था सपनों को साथ ले कर...
भहम नहीं था कहीं, चह चहाता था भरा हुआ गागर..
हर कोने मे मेरे गाँव का छलकता था मोतियों का सागर...।

The golden splash in the mustard fields..
The flowing streams from the sky kissing mountains..
The open fields full of grazing cattle touching the distant horizon...
My village was jumping with pleasure filling inspiration in all the hearts..

Love was a common feeling and affection was the medium to live..
My village was full of laughter with all the dreams..
There was no illusion anywhere the full pitchers were all giggling ...
Oceans of pearls were all bubbling in every corner of the village..

©®SACHIDANANDA MISHRA..

.....FAITH IS NOT A BIRD....

.....FAITH IS NOT A BIRD....

Sweet is sweeter when it touches the feelings
Wishes are not all with wings..
Making you happier is my first priority
Let there be hundreds of swings..
You are mine and I own your heart, let me have you with all your care..
The dedication you have for me, is incredible, Monalisa, I am indebted for my share....

You are not the same my love, your silence pains me the worst...
I need nothing I assure you I wish you give me your trust...
Faith is not a bird that flip-flops its wings in the vast blue skies...
It resurrects the fallen life with newer hopes
It also believes in newer tries...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......ଅୟି ପ୍ରିୟତମା ମମ.....

......ଅୟି ପ୍ରିୟତମା ମମ.....

ତମ ନୟନ ପ୍ରାନ୍ତେ କିଏ ଗୋ ଲେଖିଲା
ଲଜ୍ଜାବିଧୁର ଭାଷା...
ଚପଳ ଭୁରୁରେ ରଂଜିଲା କିଏ
ତନ୍ଦ୍ରା ଅଳସୀ ଆଶା...
ଚୂର୍ଣ୍ଣ କୁନ୍ତଳେ ତମ....
କିଏ ସେ ଗୋ ଦେଲା ଅୟୁତ ଆକାଂକ୍ଷା
କହ ଗୋ କହ
ଅୟି ପ୍ରିୟତମା ମମ...

Who has crafted the language washed with shy
On the edge of your eyes ?
Who has painted your fickled brows
With slow hopes wary ?
Now tell..
Tell me O dearest one of mine
Who has bedecked your stray hairs with millions of expectations ?

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

...YOUR WORDS ARE POETRY...

...YOUR WORDS ARE POETRY...

The spring was not so pleasing with all its flowers and bumble bees.....
When you came with your silent foot steps, simply you forced me into my knees.....
Let me treat your reply positive because your no is more enchanting......
It is the smile in your words Monalisa, that thrills me and leaves me panting......

Your words are poetry themselves with all the artful poetics.....
When I take a full dip in them sweetheart, be their ferocious critics.....
Let me be drowned honey in your sweetness I would love to feel dyspneic.....
Love is best experienced when to communicate we don't need alphanumeric.....

©®SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......हक़ है तेरे मन पे.... ...I HAVE CLAIM ON YOUR HEART...

......हक़ है तेरे मन पे....
...I HAVE CLAIM ON YOUR HEART...

तुझे छोडने की बात मत कर ए सुन्दरी
तेरे लिए जान मांग लो तो कम होगा
तेरे इश्क़ ने मुझे कहीं का नहीं रखा
आह...तू न घास डाली न चारा फेंकी

तुम्हें प्यार करना शौक नहीं है मेरा
तुम तो मेरे जिंदगी हो
तुम्हें में पा चुका हूं सदियों से पहले
तेरे बदन से पूछ लें गवाही वही देगा

प्यार करता हूँ तुम्हें, मोनालिसा
हक़ है तेरे मन पे,
तन पे भी कब से जता चुका हूं..
तेरे होठों को मेरे पास ही रहने दो
तेरे दिल पे तो कब से मर रहा हूँ.....

Don't ever tell O beauty
I won't ever desert you..
If you ask my life, it will fall short..
I am lost with your love
You neither wished me nor enamoured...

It is not my pastime to love you
You are my life itself..
You are mine since centuries back
You ask your body, if you like
It will stand witness for my words..

I love you Monalisa..
I am proud to have a claim on your mind....
Your body I own since long back..
Leave your lips with me, my dear
I am dying for your heart.

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

...WARMTH OF YOUR THROBS....

...WARMTH OF YOUR THROBS....

Beauty is skin deep and fairness lies in your wider heart..
The style, the make up with all its hairdo are not your cup of tea, let me treat them as dirt..
You are so simple Monalisa, yours is the world of harsh reality..
The strength in your voice is the real length, you can't be called the frail senility...

Let me kiss you with all earnestness open your your heart with style..
Your lips are the charm heavenly look into my eyes with a smile....
Put your hands in mine let me feel the warmth of your throbs..
Be in my arms Monalisa, hold me  and lean your face on my chest till my soul absorbs....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....ଶୁଣୁଛ ସଖି.....2 ..LISTINING LOVE....2

.....ଶୁଣୁଛ ସଖି.....2
        ..LISTINING LOVE....2

ଶୁଣୁଛ ସଖି....
ତମେ ଗଲାଦିନୁଁ ଏଠି
ଆଷାଢ଼ ର ଦେଖା ନାଇଁ..
ତମ ସ୍ମୃତି ଆସୁଛନ୍ତି ମେଳା ମେଳା
ଏ ଯାଏଁ ଆସିନି କାଇଁ ପହିଲି ପୁଲକ...
ତମ ସାଥେ ଯାଇଥିଲା
ସେଇ ଯିଏ ଭିଜା ମାଟି ଗନ୍ଧ...
କୁଆଁରୀ କନିଆଁ ମନ
ଆଉ ସବୁ ଯାହା କିଛି ଥାଉ ପଛେ
ଝିପି ଝିପି ବରଷାରେ ଅନ୍ଧ ଉଚ୍ଛନ୍ନ...
ରୂପ ରାଇଜର ରଜା
କଳ୍ପନା ରେ ଖାଲି ହୁଏ ଦେଖା
ନୂଆ ପ୍ରେମ ନୁହେଁ କଣ ମୁଠାଏ ଶୁନ୍ୟତା !!
ପ୍ରତାରଣା ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ନୁହେଁ
ନୁହେଁ ଅବା ଅନ୍ୟନାମ ଗୌରଚନ୍ଦ୍ରିକା ର
ମରୀଚିକା ତମେ କଣ ସତେ ମୋନାଲିସା ?

Listening Sakhi ?
Aashadha is missing here
Since you left..
Your memories do come in bunches
The first excitement is yet to come
With you had gone
That smell of drenched soil..
The heart of the maiden lass
Whatever there may be she has
Is blindly excited in slow shower..
The prince of the fairy land
Comes only in imagination..
Is the first love a handful of emptiness ?
The deceit is never a dream
Neither is it the other name of introduction..
Monalisa.. are you really the other name of mirage ?

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA