THE ESSENCE OF LOVE

You live far away at present,

We do not chat or meet,

Still, I dwell in excitement,

My days pass in contentment,

Because I nourish you in my heart.

For many this is something absurd,

May they say I am crazy or stupid,

These are those trading people,

For whom love means to gain something.

Whereas the real essence of love is in giving something.

YOU CAN GO

After your departure,

Everything will change in my sphere,

The spring will forget to come here,

The flowers will lose their colors and odor.

In your absence,

My world will sink in deep darkness,

Smile will lose its existence.

Life will become meaningless,

Knowing about all these, if still you wish to go,

Who am I to stop you, you can go now.

YOUR NOTEBOOK

If you wish to close my chapter,

And forget me once for ever,

Then scorch the notebook,

 In which you have written my name,

 With much affection.

 But I know, you can't do it

 As it’s a herculean task for a heart

 That once claimed to have loved.

Better bury the notebook,

On your backyard deep,

And build a beautiful tomb over it.

But this too is not a permanent solution,

To your aspiration,

As there is every possibility,

 That you will dig it out,

Whenever my memory will make you weep.

I give you one complete solution,

To become free from my connections.

You tear apart that notebook,

Into illegible tiny pieces,

And flow them in the pious Ganges.

Then take seven dips,

 For the salvation of my spirit,

 Come home; change the curtains,

 Paint your walls with new colours,

 And resume writing new rhymes.

YOU AND YOUR MOOD

You were not there,

I felt very lonely,

Opened the notebook of our chats,

To obtain some solace from our sweet talks,

To seek an asylum in those good moments.

Moreover, I wished to know,

What brings smiles on your lips,

What brings gloom on your kisser,

Which are your favourite subjects,      

What you chose to avoid,

To draw a concrete outline,

 For our future communications.

My psyche got puzzled,

I developed a headache,

Those things that make you happy at one point,

The other time put you in discontentment.

I reached to one conclusion,

You and your moods are unseasonable rains,

When, where and in what volume they pours,

Is unpredictable for your adorer.

One question came to my mind,

 I would like to ask that you if you do not mind.

Is this a phenomenon that is evident in only your persona?

Or it is a common characteristic of all women?

We feel proud as Hindus.

We feel proud as Hindus.

Our spirit is unity 

Amidst diversities,

Diversities of customs and values.

Our ethics are,

Tolerance of and respect for,

Other religions and beliefs.

Our principle is, 

The world one family,

Hence, love all, hate none.

Our enemies are 

Those who try to divide us,

And disturb our unity.

We are not against anyone,

We will not remain tolerant, 

To the parties against us.

Keep the unity, remain safe.

DON,T GO AWAY

Don’t go away,

Just stay in front of my eyes,

If you don’t like my words,

I will keep mum, become dumb.

If you dot like my penmanship,

I will stop writing, break my nib.

If you don’t like my face,

I will put on a mask, hide behind it.

I do not wish to hear your conditions,

But I am ready to obey all of them.

Your presence is all that matters for me,

I assure you I don’t wish anything else from thee.

Don’t go away,

Just stay in front of my eyes.

OH MIRROR

Oh mirror,

You are a strange character,

You don't see who stands before you,

 Brainlessly you show whatsoever is true,

You reflect my dark circles,

Expose my wrinkles,

Remind me of my growing age,

I become gloomy, seeing my own face.

I don't need you anymore, oh mirror,

 So I throw you on the floor,

It’s good that you break in to pieces,

Lo behold your parts still reflect my face.

And the dark circles, the wrinkles in it,

You cross the limit,

Oh mirror, indifferent, careless,

 Stubborn and beyond limit shameless,

I will bury you in my backyard,

And will never bring another mirror to my household.

LOVE AND HATE

When,

 The most powerful human emotions,

Like love or hatred,

Occupies one’s mind

A thin membrane,

 Spreads over the eyeball,

A thick layer of dust,

 Covers the eardrums,

Some preconceived notions,

Shadows the wisdom,

 The combination,

Cripple proper hearing,

 Viewing and thinking.

The sun beams of truth,

Fails to filter through,

The dense cloud,

 Of those obstructions.

The harvest of judgement,

Comes out,

Malnourished, imperfect and biased,

Even in the field of the wisest person.

 An infatuated soul,

Accepts gladly,

The thunderous drum beats,

 Of the loved one.

A soul occupied with hatred,

 Refuses to appreciate,

 The grandeur of flute,

Played by the person,

One hates.

କୁହ, କିଏ ତୁମେ?

କିଏ?

କିଏ ତୁମେ ଲୁଚି ରହିଛ,

ଶବ୍ଦ ବର୍ନାଳୀର ଉହାଡରେ,

ଚିତ୍ରପଟର ଆଢୁଆଳ ରେ,

କବିର ରୋମାଞ୍ଚ ଭରା କଥାରେ,

ପ୍ରେମିକ ପୁରୁଷର କବ୍ୟିକ ବ୍ୟଥାରେ।

ବାହାରକୁ ଆସ,

ପରିଚୟ ଦିଅ ନିଜର,

କୁହ କେମିତି ହସେଇଲ ତାଙ୍କୁ,

କୈଫିଯତ ଦିଅ କାହିଁକି କନ୍ଦେଇଲ ତାଙ୍କୁ,

କଣ ସେ ଭୁଲ କଲେ ଭଲପାଇ ତୁମକୁ,

ସେ ତ ବାନ୍ଧି ଥିଲେ ଛନ୍ଦେ ଛନ୍ଦେ ତୁମକୁ।

ପରଦା ଉହାଡରେ,

ଏତେ ନୀରବତା କାହିଁକି?

ହୁଏତ,

ତୁମର ସେ ସତସାହସ ନାହିଁ,

ଅଥବା,

ତୁମର କିଛି ରୂପ ନାହିଁ

କିଛି ଅସ୍ଥିତ୍ଵ ନାହିଁ,

ଦୁନିଆକୁ ଦେଖାଇବା ପାଇଁ ।

YOU DO NOT NEED TO PROVE

You do not need to give the proofs,

Of your truth, purity and sincerity,

With the shrewd use of your word power,

Or with fake smiles and crocodile tears.

Your actions, reactions,

Attitude and approach,

Towards truth, and the truthful persons,

Are the mirrors that reflect your character.

People will believe,

Whatsoever you proclaim,

You will successfully affect,

Their assessments and judgements,

Until they are far away from you.

But the day they will deal with you,

From a close quarter,

Their trust on your character,

And the mask that you wear,

Will move away like the morning dew,

That vanishes with the approach of the sun.

THE TRUTHFUL

 The truth,

 Even in its harshest form,

 Does not hesitate,

 To come out from a man,

 Who lives in the path of truth.

A truthful never regrets,

Even when it threats,

His own emotions and interests,

Or begs apology,

 In order to save a relation.

He does not retreat

From his path,

And moves in a zigzag way,

Of skulduggery,

In order to appease anyone.

Uncountable falsehoods,

Fall flat,

Before a truthful man,

The way banana trees,

Surrender near a storm.

But the truthful,

Stands still, Head high,

In any fiercest tempest,

Like a lighthouse,

Showing ways,

To those who know its value,

And wish to grow in its illumination.

I TRUST YOUR AFFECTION

On each face, in every direction,

Work, walk, eat or sleep in all situations,

Your pretty face flashes before my eyes,

Whispers something in inaudible language.

I toil to grasp what they wish to express,

Become a little bit sad when I fail to perceive.  

But never become despondent and resign,

From my efforts to understand their hums.

 Do you know, how I own so much patience,

 Amidst huge yearning and failure to see your face.

My confidence on your affection is the key,

I trust your sweet and honest concerns for me.

Distance never matters

Today you live miles away,

Beyond the reach of my sight you stay.

But this distance does not matter to me,

Nor it lessens my pious feelings for thee.

Rather it multiplies my affections for thee,

The way poverty raises the worth of money.

Sorrow increases the importance of happiness,

Thirst makes the water more precious.

I am grateful to the opaque wall that forbade my view,

To the distance that augments my affection for you.

ଭୁଲ କାହାର?

ବହୁ ବର୍ଷ ପରେ,

ଗୋଟିଏ  ଅମାୟିକ ମଣିଷକୁ

ପାଖରେପାଇ,

ନିଜର ଭାବି,

ମୁଁ ଖୋଲି ଯାଇ ଥିଲି,

କହି ଯାଇଥିଲି,

ମୋ ମନର ଯେତେ ଅକୁହା କଥା

ନିଛନ୍ଦ, ନିର୍ଦ୍ଵନ୍ଦ ନିରୀହ,

ପିଲାଟିଏ ହୋଇ ।

ଠିକ ଯେମିତି,

ବହୁ ଦିନରୁ ଏକତ୍ର ବର୍ଷାଜଳ,

ନଦୀର ନରମ କୁଳକୁ ଭାଙ୍ଗିଦେଇ,

ମାଡି ଯାଏ ଗାଁ ଗଣ୍ଡା, ବିଲବାଡିକୁ

ବନ୍ୟା ଜଳରେ ଭସେଇ ଦେଇ ।

ତୁମେ ହଠାତ ଉଠି ଚାଲିଗଲ,

ନିଜ କାନରେ ହାତ ଦେଇ,

ଜାଣେନା କଣ ପାଇଁ ।

କୁହ ଥରେ,

ଭୁଲଟା କାହାର ରହିଗଲା

ନଦୀର କି ବର୍ଷାଜଳର,

କିମ୍ବା ସେ ନରମ କୂଳର,

ବନ୍ୟା ପାଇଁ ।

ମୋର,

କି ମୋ ନିରୀହତାର,

କି ଅବା ତୁମ କୋମଳ ହୃଦୟର

ତୁମର ଉଠି ଚାଲିଯିବା ପାଇଁ ।

THE CLOUD OF ANGER

The sky is surrounded,

By a fearsome dark cloud,

My heart is trembling,

With each flash of lightning,

With every blast of thunder.

But I am,

More excited than frightened,

More hopeful than worried,

As I know, 

A pleasant shower is to follow.

This unpleasant climatic condition.

A cloud of anger,

 Appeared in your mind, 

Kept you away from my sphere.
The separation,

Threw me into deep depression.

But one hidden corner 

Of my lovelorn core,

Remained lighted with a hope,

That when your anger would vanish,

A gush of augmented affection,

Will take its place,

And fill my sphere 

With ecstasy.

IT'S ENOUGH

 I

Being a very small man,

I had seen a few petty dreams,

Made a very small sky,

Over my head to fly.

Now I feel those dreams fulfilled,

That sky traveled.

I get that much as my mind,

Demanded from life.

I receive those earthly things,

Which I fix as my share from the earth.

A roof over my head,

For my stomach enough bread,

Good clothing to cover my body,

A nice family accompanying in my struggles,

Two obedient and successful kids,

A generous, selfless, well-wishing friend.  

Now I have no more sky to travel,

No more share to avail.

II

In this rush, in this run,

In these excitements and those funs

I forget to remember Him,

Faultily ignore His presence,

Without whose support,

I could have no achievement.

                               

 Now it’s high time for me,                                  

To recognize Him, study Him,

Love Him, pray His glory and greatness,

And try to reach His vicinity.

JAI SHRIKRISHNA