.......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