शोहरत

अगर,

 शोहरत की दुनिया में,

 बेआबरू हो कर ही जाना होता है,

तो,

 हम गुमनाम ही अच्छे हैं। 

If one can reach the world of fame,
Only when one goes naked,
Then,
I am comfortable,
Nameless.

Still I have in me

You are a beautiful rose,

Let it be, 

But that is not the requisite reason,

For which I adore thee.

The fragrance of that rose,

The unseen flow within that pink structure, 

Your exquisite personality,

Your  humbleness, generosity,

Your ideology, discretion,

Was my concern, 

Was the point of attraction,

For which I adore thee.

One that is attracted towards a body,

Gets separated with physical distance,

But a tie of two souls,

Remains intact in physical separation.

Even though we are separated,

Not to blame you, maybe it is His wish,

I never feel, we are separate,

As still I have in me,

That much respect for thee,

That great good feelings for thee.

जहाँ हरि है

जहाँ मैं है, वहां  हरि नहीं ,
जहाँ हरि है वहां मैं नहीं। 

Lord Krishna is not present in the heart, that has ego in it,the heart in which Lord Krishna dwells, there can't be ego.

ଯେଉଁ ମନରେ ଅହଙ୍କାର ଅଛି, ସେଠି ଶ୍ରୀକୃଷ୍ଣ ନାହାନ୍ତି, ଯେଉଁ ମନରେ ଶ୍ରୀକୃଷ୍ଣଙ୍କର ନିବାସ ତାହା ଅହଙ୍କାର ଶୂନ୍ୟ।
JAI SHREEKRISHNA

କନ୍ଦଳ ନୋହିବ

ବଡପଣେ ଏ କି କଲ କୁହ ବଡଠାକୁର,
ନୋହିଲେ କନ୍ଦଳ ତୁମ୍ଭ ସଙ୍ଗେ ହୋଇବ ମୋହର। 

ସତ୍ୟ ପଥରେ ଚାଲି ଖାଇଲି ମୁଁ ଯେବେ ଠୋକର,
ଝୁଣ୍ଟିପଡି ଧରିବାକୁ  ଚାହିଁଲି ମୁଁ ତୁମ କର,
ବୈରୀ ହେଲା ମିଛ, ମିଥ୍ୟାଶ୍ରିତ ପାର୍ଥିବ ସଂସାର,
ସତ୍ୟସନ୍ଧ ପ୍ରଭୁ,  ତୁମେ ବି ତ କରିଦେଲ ପର,
ଅରକ୍ଷ ରକ୍ଷକ ପଦୁ ପ୍ରିୟ ହେ ହୁଅ ବାହାର,
ନୋହିଲେ କନ୍ଦଳ ତୁମ୍ଭ ସଙ୍ଗେ ହୋଇବ ମୋହର। 

ଯେବେ ଲହଡି ଭାଙ୍ଗିଲା ମୋ ପରେ ଦୁଃଖ ସାଗର,
ଧରିଲି ତୁମ ପୟର ଭାବି ତୁମକୁ ନିଜର,
ବାରେ ତ ନ ଦେଖିଲ ପଦାଶ୍ରିତ ଦାସକୁ ତୁମ୍ଭର,
ପିତା ହୋଇ ପୁତ୍ର ପ୍ରତି ପ୍ରଭୁ ଏ କି  କାରବାର,
ଶରଣବତ୍ସଳ ନାମ ଏବେ କର ପରିହାର, 
ନୋହିଲେ କନ୍ଦଳ ତୁମ୍ଭ ସଙ୍ଗେ ହୋଇବ ମୋହର। 

ଶ୍ରୀହସ୍ତ ବଢାଇ ନେଲ ନାରିକେଳ ଦାସିଆର,
ବସ୍ତ୍ର ଦେଇ  ଲଜ୍ୟା ରକ୍ଷା କରିଥିଲ ପାଞ୍ଚାଳୀର,
ବାଲି ରଥେ ବିଜେକଲ ହୋଇ କେଡେ ଶ୍ରଦ୍ଧାଭର
ମୋ ପୀଡା ହରଣକୁ ହରିହେ କିଆଁ ଅବିଚାର,
ଦୁଃଖନାଶନ ନାମଟି ଏବେ ଛାଡ ହେ ଈଶ୍ଵର
ନୋହିଲେ କନ୍ଦଳ ତୁମ୍ଭ ସଙ୍ଗେ ହୋଇବ ମୋହର। 

ଭୋ ନାଥ, ନ କର ମୋ ପରେ ତିଳେ କୋପ ନ କର,
କି ଦେଲ, କି ବା ନ ଦେଲ ତୁଚ୍ଛ ଚିନ୍ତା ନାହିଁ  ମୋର
ତୁମେ ମୋର ମୁଁ ତୁମର, ଦିବ୍ୟ ବନ୍ଧନ ଆମର,
ତୁଛା ସିନା କହିଲି, ଏ ସବୁ ମିଛ କ୍ରୋଧ ମୋର,
ତୁ ଏକା ମୋ ମନ, ମାନ,ଧନ, ଜୀବନ, ସଂସାର,
କନ୍ଦଳ ନୋହିବ କେବେହେଁ ତୋହର ମୋହର।

YOU ARE MY PLEASURE

The atmosphere appears dull,

Motionless, colorless,

Abruptly, the air becomes fragrant,

The atmosphere becomes pleasant,

I feel a soft tap on my shoulder,

I look back to see who touches me,

What makes those positive changes,

To my utter surprise,

I discover you, stands behind me,

Smiling as ever, with a divine grandeur.

Two droplets of tears,

Roll down my cheeks,

To proclaim my pleasure,

I embrace you and forget my pain.

He is the only truth.

Millions of people came,

Interact, love, fight,

And went away,

Became a part,

Of written or unwritten history,

On this piece of land,

On which you and me stand today.

We too will go away,

Living some marks on the land,

Or unnoticed as per our deeds.

Neither you nor me is a truth,

Just because none of us is permanent.

The sun, the moon, this earth,

Having a longer span of life,

Even are not permanent,

Hence not truth.

But the creator, the architect,

Of all these, all of us,

The almighty is there,

Before all these, all of us,

Came in to existence,

And will still be there,

After all these, all of us,

Would perish.

Hence,

He, name Him as you wish,

Is the only truth.

A reply to you

The day we don’t talk,

For me the sun doesn’t rise,

The day doesn’t begin.

The sky appears colorless,

The flowers odorless,

Birds fly without twittering,

I find a lacuna in everything.

Time seems dull, nonchalant,

But prepared to throw me out of the world.

I don’t feel like living,

Feel like dragging myself from dawn to dusk.

I presume as if someone took the wheel of time,

From the morning and put it right on the evening.

Suddenly I see your message, read your words,

My day begins; I sit down to reply you.