.....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