To Emotion

To Emotion


I write thee, O Emotion...
The capital of literary art..
I write thee, Ofoster father
Of age old tune..
Aching from an enchanted heart..
Away from darkness..
Away from light..
Away from mischief and
Away from mist..
I write thee
O thrilling companion..
A cup of hemlock green..
Music... thy faithful drug
Of an unlnown sin...

Heard melodies are sweet
But those unheard are sweeter
So says the record...
What a patience !
How wonderful
Thy feathers are..
Thou dictionary of a locked cupboard..
None ... like thee... None...
When I called the on..
It was the brightest morn...
Dancing and glittering..
Chanting and muttering...
I wonder
Thy similar if ever born..
I hail thee.. O emotion
None like thee ...None...

The Sun was pretty warm..
Still I remember
You came in with a broad smile
And it was
Such a brightening morn...
The wind blew too gentle
Clouds above were too little
Rustling was the field of corn..
Roses were crimson red
Like cover of the bread
And th ocean was full of dream..
I hail thee O sweet dear
On the lap of the mother earth
 Thou art the lovliest cream...


By Satchidananda Mishra.
All right reserved.

When you knocked at the door..

When you knocked at the door..

It was early April
When you knocked at the door..
And serenity was spread across the shore..
With noise very little
You treaded in as faithful as spring..
With honey
Your eyes were dripping..
The sky was overloaded
With age old blue
And weather was fine and lovely..
Of cruel perfidy..
There was no such clue..
You were sweet Monalisa
Sweet are the vernal foot prints..
Sweet are those nice memories
 And ever green are
Those pleasing hints..

Navina Adyaya Hindi

Navina Adyaya


Kabhi bhi puri na honewali
Main aisi ek ummid hun, Monalisa
Jo aswadya ho..
Sukhada bhi ho
Sundar sapanon ki tarah..
Un me abakashon ki bharamar o
Harne ka jismen na ho bhay
Aur na ho tutne ki trasadi..
Baithen
To likhsaken ek nabin adhyaya..

Agar tum kaho ki tum mujhse naraj ho
To mujhe bahut khushi hogi..
kyon ki main samjhun
mujhe koi apna samajhata hai..
agar kaho ki tum mujh se naraj nahin ho..
to main samjhunga
sayad mujhse tumhen hamdatdi hai...
hamara lagan pe agar kahin kamjori mahsus ho
to priya jarur batlana..
kahin koi bahana nikalkar
najariya jarur churana...

Tumhara khat mila Monalisa
 Behad khushi hui
Tumhari likhawat me hai jadu...
Tum to kanjush ho likhne me
Koi bandmuthii sudkhor ki tarah...
Inki raah niharna ek silsila hai..
Yamuna kinarewala
Natkhat wahi biraj ka gwala hai...
Pahali aashadh ke
Aadya bairibund ki tarah
Unmen hai josh..
Yumhari pratiksha agar
Gulav ki kanten hain
To ye hain unmen kana kana os..


By Sachidananda Mishra.

That gold is good

That gold is good

That gold is good
Which in the furnace sings..
That love is sweet
Which blooms
In a heap of sufferings..
A lover's game does triumph
With all its pump..
Afrustrated life is nothing
But an all forgotten gipsy camp...
All can't be sought
Though I am to speak a lot..
Life is hateful
When it turns
Into an elfin grunt...

Jiski apekshaa hai Hindi

Jiski apekshaa hai


Jiski apekshaa hai
Agar wah aa jati
Samaya ki aahat ke saath kadam milaakar...
Sirf apnaane se
Agar samaa jati chhati me sari duniyaa..
Aur soch lene se hi
Muhan chhipaane ke lie
Andheron me jagah bahut hoti..
Aur ham ghasite na jate
Hlat ke bhare chaurahe par..
To priya
Main likhata
Aao ham fir se jien
Aur gaaen mil kar
Jindagi ka apur tarana..
Main laut ke aa raha hun bas
Mere lie intejar karanaa..

Ham kyon magarur hain Monalisa..
Apne nadaniyon me magarur ho kar..
Kyon lag jate hain
Hamare saamarthua par
Sansaya ke padachinha..
Anchahe bhi
Ham chalte jate hain
Aparadh ka bojh dhote hue
Anischit abadhi ke liye
Ek Khachar ki tarah..
Anjane
Ham kyon ban jate hain
Abanchhit.. lagatar
Sud me lagaye gaye dhana ki tarah...


Sachidananda Mishra..
@all rights reserved..

UNITY IN DIVERSITY

UNITY IN DIVERSITY

i AM THE COURAGE ,MEN
I AM THE SELFLESS ENTITY..
I REPRESENT THE VALOUR OF THY SELF
VALOURE OF THY SELF CHASTITY..
CASTE, CREED AND RELIGIONS
ARE ALL MY BREATHS MEN
ARE ALL MY BELOVED ONES..
THOU ART ON THE TOP DEAR
THOU ART MY LOVE SAFFRON
WE ARE NOT MANY COLOURS , FRIENDS
WE ARE ONE..
WE ARE LOVE EMBODIED
WE ARE ONE NATION..

I WAS SIMPLY LIVING

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