Do you deserve?

Love does not adorn everyone's crown,

It only reaches openhearted persons.

It is never a dish of a deceiver’s plate

Only fun, flirts and hussy reach her fate.

A stubborn having attitudes doesn't deserve it,

As love never bears harshness, it’s so delicate.

A proud and liar never gets a true and honest adorer,

She only gets fake appreciators like her own character.  

Love remain miles away from a selfish person,

As love is nothing but worship in its true definition.

It is a divine nectar from the God’s bosom,

To get a drop one should be a pious and truthful person.

Do not be sad

I did a lot of hardships,

To trace your foot prints.

I explored the river bed,

Scanned the dashing tides,

Filtered the west wind,

Ran crazily all over the world,

To see your pretty face,

To hear a few words from your lips

Out of craziness in your adoration,

I even interrogated the sun, the moon.

When I found no trace of you,

I returned home dejected, broken,

I spread myself on the bed,

Took out my cell phone,

      Looked at your portrait I stored in it.  

The cell phone vibrated in my hands,

The lips of the lifeless photo parted,

You whispered honey,

“My silly sweetheart,

Do not be sad,

You do not need to search me anywhere,

As I am the unmovable reality of your life

I am always present in your thoughts,

In your heart, in your art.

I will never go away from your sky

I will never let you cry.”

A smile of satisfaction spread over my face,

I lost myself in the spell of a sound sleep.

MOBILE MANIA

The train came to a halt,

I got down from it,

My eyes reached a girl sitting on a bench

On the platform in front of my coach,

Her eyes were floating over her mobile screen,

Fingertips were moving like a typewriting machine
Face was changing colors, sheen,

Crimson, milky in quick succession.

For seconds a ray of smile adorned her lips,

Her pleasure reflected on her widened eyes.
The next moment it vanished off her face,
Graveness shadowed on her pretty face.

The vendors were shouting,

Seeking customers for their things,

A mendicant girl was standing before her,

With her hands stretched for some favor

She seemed to be least concerned,

About the virtual world around.
Evidently she was lost somewhere,

In the mobile world seeking pleasure.

 Maybe she was getting pleasure out it
For her keen innocent heart.

The engine blew whistle, the train moved on,

She became conscious, ran to catch the running train.

Her feet slipped of the doorstep, a man pulled her in,

My heart became numb witnessing the horrible scene

Some questions rise in my mind.

Are we enjoying the gazette or getting addicted?

Do we really use the science,

Or the science is hunting us?  

LOVE; A MARRIAGE OF TWO SOULS

Two persons,

Tie in marriage a social relation,

Said to be made in the heaven,

Can be separated by a legal agreement

Called divorce

Then the two lives can flow,

Distinctively in different regions,

Without their paths crossing,

Or even touching each other.

But love between two persons,

A marriage between two souls,

Never terminates,

By any social or legal arrangement.

Their paths can be separated,

They may not ever talk or meet,

But their souls keep on

Vibrating for each other,

Praying for one another,

Forever.

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN?

Have you ever seen,

Anyone celebrating,

While in mourning?

No?

Then see me,

Your victim,

Going on celebrating,

Not so vital things.

When you throw me away,

Separated your ways,

I did not prefer another way,

Rather I beautify my ways.

Do you know the truth behind it?

Can you guess how and why I do it?

Only lifeless flows away in a current

But the one who has a big heart,

Fights out a powerful current

Flows in crosscurrent,

And derives a better out of it.

The tough keeps on going,

When the goings get tough.

YOUR BIRTHDAY GIFT

I am not a perfectionist,

An effigy of wrong and right.

Being a human, being unenlightened,

Being ignorant, being unlearned,

I many times become biased and blind, 
Towards my own mistakes and misdeeds.

You my good friends are better assessors,
Of my words, deeds and overall character,

I trust and rely in your honest assesses,

Wish to purify myself with your kind guidance.

My friends for you, my mind is always open,

For my life you all are so precious persons.

Friends, be my critic, be my guiding light,

On this occasion of my birthday I wish this gift.

ତୁମେ ଓ ମଧୁପ

ଶୁଣି ମୋର ପ୍ରୀତିପୂର୍ଣ ମଧୁର ବଚନ,

ମୋ ଦିଗରୁ ଦୃଷ୍ଟି ଫେରି ନିଅ  ତତକ୍ଷଣ,

ଫୁଲ ଠାରୁ ଦୂରେ ଯାଏ ମଧୁପ ଯେସନ,

କରୁ କରୁ ଅତି ପ୍ରିୟ ମଧୁ ଆହରଣ ।

ପୁଷ୍ପଠୁଁ ତାହାର ସେ ଦୂର ଚାଲିଯିବା,

ତୁମର ମୋହ ଉପରେ କ୍ରୋଧିତ ହୋଇବା,

ତାର ସେ କ୍ରୋଧଭର ରେ ପକ୍ଷ ହଲାଇବା,

ତୁମର କ୍ରୋଧରେ ଚକ୍ଷୁ ମୁଦ୍ରିତ କରିବା।

ମିଛ ବାହାନା ହିଁ ସିନା ତୁଛା ପ୍ରଦର୍ଶନ,

ପ୍ରେମୀଙ୍କ ନାଖରା ସେତ ଅତି ପୁରାତନ,

ନା ତୁମେ କରି ପାର ମୋହ ପରେ କୋପ,

ନା ମଧୁ ପାନରୁ କ୍ଷାନ୍ତ ହେବ ସେ ମଧୁପ।

ପ୍ରୀତି-ମଧୁ ରସର ସେ ସୁମଧୁର ଘୋଳ,

ତୁମ ଦୁହିଙ୍କର ପାଇଁ ପ୍ରିୟ ଓ ଅମୂଲ୍ୟ,

ତୁମେ ଜଣେ ନାରୀ ସିନା ସେ ଏକ ପୁରୁଷ,

ପ୍ରେମ-ମଧୁ ପାଇଁ ତୁମ ଚିତ୍ତ ହିଁ ବିବଶ।

आप का मन भँवरा

हमारी  प्यार भरी बातें सुनकर,

आप यूँ हटा लेते हो हम पर से नज़र, 

जैसे  भँवरा कोई  हो जाता  है दूर,

 मधु  पीते पीते फूल से पल भर। 

फूल से उसका वो दूर हट जाना 

तुम्हारा मुझसे यूँ पल भर रूठजाना।  

उसका वह गुस्से से पंख फड़फड़ाना,

तुम्हारी  नाराज़गी  से लाल पड़जाना।   

झूठा दिखावा है, हसीन बहाना,

प्रेमिओं  का  है ये अंदाज  पुराना।  

न तुम कभी हमसे हो सकते हो नाराज़ 

न वो भँवरा कभी आएगा मधुपान से बाज।   

प्रीत-मधु रस  का  वह मीठी घोल,

तुम दोनों के लिए है अनमोल।   

भले तुम हो नारी वह है पुरुष ,

प्रेम मधुपान को दोनों है विवश।  

  

ବହୁଦୂରେ ପ୍ରିୟତମା

ବସନ୍ତ ପବନ ବହିଲେ ଧୀରେ,
ପ୍ରୀତିର ପରଶ ଲାଗେ ହୃଦରେ।

କର୍ଣେ ବାଜୁଥାଏ କୋକିଳ ଗୀତ,
କିପରି ଅଛି ମୋ ପରାଣମିତ ।

କେଉଁ ପର ଦେଶେ ରହିଛି ଯାଇଁ,
ମନ ମୋ ଅଝଟ ସଦା ତା ପାଇଁ।

ହୋଇ ଯାନ୍ତି ଯଦି ମୁଁ ଏକ ପକ୍ଷୀ,
ଏଇ ମୁହୁର୍ତେ ତାକୁ ଆସନ୍ତି ଦେଖି।

ପୁବେଇ ପବନ ମୁଁ ଏ ବେଳେ ହୋଇ,
ପ୍ରିୟାର ପଣତ କୁ ଆସନ୍ତି ଛୁଇଁ ।

କଳା ହାଣ୍ଡିଆ ମେଘ ହୋଇ ମୁଁ ଯାନ୍ତି,
ପ୍ରିୟତମାକୁ ମୋର ଭିଜାଇ ଦ୍ୟନ୍ତି।

ଗୋଲାପଟିଏ ଯେବେ ହୋଇ ମୁଁ ଥାନ୍ତି,
ପ୍ରିୟାର କବରୀରେ ଶୋଭା ପାଆନ୍ତି ।

ହୋଇ ଥାନ୍ତି ଯେବେ ମୁଁ ଏକ ଶାଢୀ,
ଧରି ରଖନ୍ତି ତାକୁ ସଦା ମୁଁ  ଭିଡି ।

ମୁଁ ଯେବେ ହୋଇ ଯାନ୍ତି ଏକ ପଲଙ୍କ,
କୋଳେ ଧରନ୍ତି ତାକୁ ମୁଁ ରାତି ଯାକ ।

ନାୟିକା ପ୍ରିୟତମା ମୋ ପାଶେ ନାହିଁ,
ଏତେ ସପନ ପାଇଁ ରାତି ବା କାହିଁ?

A PROMISE

Ever since you seize my soul,

You spread all over me, occupy my whole,

After that, nothing is left in my control,

I become your dancing doll.

Not that you are unaware of the facts,

Not that you do not know my plight,

Still you wish to avoid, willfully neglect,

Throw me in your waste paper basket,

Do people do this with their reliant?

Despite sufferings I do not leave you,

I do not forget to love and care you.

I dance for you in rhythm

Weave you in my rhymes

Keep you alive in my verses,

Paint you bright in my canvas.

I know giving someone heart,

Is not fun or a short term event,

It’s a promise that is made to be fulfilled,

A journey that begins in order to be completed.

My ink and its lines

Your entering into my heart,

Taking control of its beat,

Is not an outcome of any intended effort,

On my part.

Something extraordinary in you,

Pull my attentions towards you,

Created some unexplainable vibrations in me,

I tie myself to thee.

That tie and those vibrations,

Become more vivid with your sweet patting,

Break open a volcano of sweet feelings,

Spread out on papers in the form of ink.

My ink and its lines are therefore,

Bright, truthful and pure,

Like the flow of blood in your vein,

Like the earth, the sun and the moon,

Like the existence of God in the heaven,

If you trust them.

It’s our day, my better half

Twenty seven years passed,

Our sorrows, pleasures weaved,

In one unbreakable garland,

Of love, trust and mutual regard.

Floods of social problems arrived,

Storms of sorrowful events knocked

Huddles of financial stringency appeared

Our hands remain joined, hearts intertwined,

We face them, ease them, resolve them united.

Smilingly you accept and oblige my wishes

Even if many times they differ from those of yours.

Generously you forgive and forget my mistakes,

Even if I know they cause your heartaches.

Only a writer can understand your hardships,

Sacrifices, contributions towards my penmanship.

Seasons come on the earth, in this big stretch of years,

But for me, the whole span was only spring in your presence.

YOUR SPIRIT

No need to frame your photo,

And decorate it on the wall,

To see you from time to time.

I have framed your splendid spirit,

On the golden case of devotion,

Saved it in the chamber of my heart,

Whenever I wish to see you,

I close my eyes, look inside

 Visualize your lovely smiling face.

The portrait on a paper sheet,

Or on an electronic equipment,

Might vanish with their expiry dates.

But your beautiful spirit,

That I have saved in my heart,

Will vanish only on my day of death.

My love, more powerful than....

The summer comes,
The sun becomes a furious fire ball,
Then comes the rain,
Clouds overpower the same burning ball,
Cover it under their dark sheets.
The winter, from a huge distance,
Successfully cools down,
The same ever powerful sun.

The moon too,
Changes every fortnight,
Shatters her glow in the full-moon advent,
Sleeps in doom in new-moon night.

The earth too changes colors,
With each of its revolution,
With each of its rotation.

But my love for you,
Is more glowing, fabulous and vast,
Than the mighty sun, the lovely moon,
And the  stretches of the earth.

As my love for you,
Doesn't ever change with the time,
Or doesn't ever bow before the time,
As the Sun, the moon and the earth do.

MY VALENTINE

I never see you, meet you,
But always feel your presence,
In my happiness, victories,
I recognize your contribution.
in my suffering, tears, hardship,
I get your sympathetic support.

For your generous affection,
I do not ever give you any return,
What I could have given you?
All those I say mine come from you.
My feelings, tears, devotion,
Now yours, only this much was mine, 
I give them to you, oh creator of the creation,
Accept them and me Sri Krishna, the king of kings.

Only you are the one I can call mine,

Only you deserve my love, my real valentine.

THE HONEYBEE AND THEE

Hearing my romantic words,

Your face turns red,

You withdraw your eyes from my face,

Out of anger and shyness.

I know, your such withdrawal,

Is short-lived and unintentional,

Like the withdrawal flight,

Of a bee gathering honey from petals.

I know the truth behind the withdrawal,

Of both the honeybee and thee,

Your show off of anger and shyness.

Is a mere pretending of annoyance,

Like the buzzing demonstration of anger,

Of the deceitful honeybee.

Neither the honeybee,

 Ever withdraws its focus from honey,

 Nor you, my coy sweetheart,

 Are ever uninterested in my romantic words.

କୋଇଲି ଲୋ ୧

କୋଇଲି ଲୋ,

ଏ ତ କଳି କାଳ ରୀତି,

ସତ କହି ଦେଲେ ବାଉଳି ହୁଅନ୍ତି,

ମିଛ କୁ ତାଙ୍କର ପ୍ରୀତି।

କୋଇଲି ଲୋ,

ପଡ଼ୋଶୀ କୁ ନ ଜାଣନ୍ତି,

ବଡି ଭୋରୁ ଉଠି ଫେସବୁକ ଧରି

ବିଦେଶୀଙ୍କୁ ହାଇ, ହାଲୋ କରୁଛନ୍ତି।

କୋଇଲି ଲୋ,

ରେଳଗାଡି ଯାଏ ମାଡି,

ଦୁଧ, ଦହି, ସର ଅରୁଚି ହେଲାଣି,

ଚାଟ ପାଖେ ଭିଡା ଭିଡି ।

କୋଇଲି ଲୋ,

ସମୟ ଗଲା ବଦଳି,

ଭାଗବତ ଟୂଙ୍ଗୀ ମାଟି ରେ ମିଶିଲା,

ଚାହା ଦୋକାନ ରେ ମେଳି।

କୋଇଲି ଲୋ,

ବରଯାତ୍ରୀ ଆସିଲେଣି,

ଫୁଲ ଚନ୍ଦନ କୁ ପଛକୁ ରଖ ଲୋ,

ତାଙ୍କ ଲୋଡା ନାଲି ପାଣି ।

କୋଇଲି ଲୋ,

କି କଥା କହିବି ତତେ,

ଦୁଃଖ କହିବି କି ସୁଖ ମୁଁ କହିବି,

ଯିବୁ କି ତୁ ତା ପରତେ।

କୋଇଲି ଲୋ

କୋଇଲି ଲୋ,

ଏ ତ  ଜୀବନର ରୀତି,

ସୁଖ ପରେ ଦୁଃଖ, ହସ ପରେ ଲୁହ,

ଦିନ ପରେ ଆସେ ରାତି।

କୋଇଲି ଲୋ,

ଜଗତେ ଜନମ ପାଇ,

ବ୍ରହ୍ମାଣ୍ଡ ଈଶ୍ଵର, ଶରୀର ନଶ୍ଵର,

କାଳ କବଳିତ ହୋଇ।

କୋଇଲି ଲୋ,

ନ ହୁଅ ନିଶାରେ ବାୟା,

ପଦର ଗାରିମା, ଧନର ବଡିମା,

ଯେତେ ସବୁ, ମିଛ ମାୟା।

କୋଇଲି ଲୋ,

ସମୟ ଯାଉଛି ଗଡି,

ତୁମେ କିଆଁ ଭୁଲ, ଭକତିର ମୁଲ,

ଶେଷ ବେଳ ଆସେ ମାଡି।

କୋଇଲି ଲୋ,

ତୁଛା ହୁଅ ହନ୍ତସନ୍ତ,

ଛାଡି ଦେହ ମୋହ, ଶତ୍ରୁତା କଳହ,

ହରି ନାମ କର ପନ୍ଥ।

FOR MY VALENTINE

Proximity or distance
Exchange of words or silence,
Union or detachment,
Appreciation or criticism,
Doesn't not really matter,
In a deep and true adoration.

When you went away from my world,
Remained silent for a torturous big period,

Tears, sighs became my fortune,

The days passed in deep depression,

I moved on bearing the burden of those pains,

My cheeks soaked out tears without complain.

Did I blame you for anything?

Did I stop my worshiping?

Did I stop thinking about your betterment?
Did I neglect caring your contentment?

My valentine,

My most loved one,

Those pains were too little,

Those tears were too light.

Until the day,

You misunderstood my honest feelings,

You doubted my selfless dealings,

You misinterpreted my frank conversations,

You questioned my integrity in adoration.

I really cried that day,

I really died that day.

THE FLUTE OF LOVE

Months, seasons, years passed on,

Like the floating clouds over head,

I went on blowing for you the flute of love,

Continuously, with my eyes closed, focused.

One day, after a long period of playing,

Out of deep yearning and passion

I raised my eyes and looked around,

I didn’t see your pretty face in any direction.

The soil slide away from under my feet,

The sky blasted with full force on my head,

It was hard to believe on my part,

That I was singing on a deserted island.

I shouted out a few questions,

Did you trace a duplicity in my tone?

Was I out of the rhythm anywhere?

Otherwise, tell me why are you gone?

My questions echoed back in my ears,

I did not ever get to know the truth,

Still, I began blowing the flute for you as earlier,

On that isolated and uninhabited piece of earth.