.......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