With the time

With the time,
things and persons change,
but the same way.

At the daybreak the sun pops up in the east,
makes dawn a calm and quiet time.
Then, with the increasing presence
of  hotness of the sun it becomes midday,
a restless time; dusty and difficult to pass.
Then, the light that once had covered the time,
made the air hot, faints; the dusk arrives,
makes the time somewhat comfortable,
there is still light in the air but no hotness now.
 Then the remaining  light vanishes,
 with the fall of night, the darkness prevails,
 silence everywhere, until another day break. 

The same happens with human souls.
It takes the body and begins a journey,
with full of innocence in it  at the childhood,
like the pleasant pure morning air.
Then it meets crowd, the society,
the hotness of selfishness, dust of ego,
makes it restless and many times critical
 we call it maturity, adulthood.
Now the adult becomes  old,
mind becomes cool, thoughtful,
free from running after things,
ears become eager to hear the evening bells,
from the temple, to bow with humbleness.
Abruptly the light from within vanishes,
the soul leaves the body, doom darkness prevails,
silence everywhere, maybe until anther day break.

ତୋ କୃପା

ତୁମେ ସୁରୁପ ଚନ୍ଦ୍ରମା ମୁଁ ଯେ ବାମନ ନଗଣ୍ଯ,
ଛୁଇଁବି ତୁମକୁ ବାରେ କରିଅଛି ମନ। 

ଯହିଁ ହେଉଥିବ ତୁମ ନାମ ଉଚାରଣ,
ଚାଲିଥିବ ଯେ ଠାବରେ ଭଜନ କିର୍ତନ,
ତହିଁ ରହି ସେ ରସ ମୁଁ କରୁଥିବି ପାନ,
ପବିତ୍ର ହୋଇବ ମୋର ଦୁଇ ପାପୀ କର୍ଣ। 

ଯହିଁ ଥିବ ତୁମ ମୂର୍ତି ପ୍ରଭୁ ଚକ୍ରଧର,
ନୂଆଁଇବି ମଥା ମୋର ହୋଇ ଶ୍ରଦ୍ଧାଭର,
ତୁମ ଚରଣ ଯୁଗଳ ଦେଖିବ ନୟନ,
ତୃଷାର୍ତ ହୃଦୟ ମୋର ହୋଇଯିବ ଧନ୍ଯ। 

ଯେ ପୁସ୍ତକେ ଥିବ ତୁମ ଲୀଳାର ବର୍ଣନ,
ଦିବାରାତ୍ର କରିବି ମୁଁ ତାହାର ପଠନ,
କୃପା ଯେବେ ହେବ ତୋର ଆହେ ଶ୍ୟାମଘନ,
କଲମ ମୋ କରିଯିବ ତୁମ ଗୁଣ ଗାନ।  

Live or exist

I wonder,
How people live untruthful,
throughout their life,
still they proclaim,
that they are pious.

They show their body
to the world
to attract people,
but hide their mind
from the world,
still they claim,
they are pristine. 

What might be coming,
to their when they stand,
before the mirror?

The first reflection,
might be pleasing for them,
when they see their body.
But when their mind,
might be thinking
about their persona,
their conscience might be,
pointing finger towards,
their such acts of falsehood.

How they live gulping,
the poison of falsehood?
How such fake people live?
Live or exist?

It is true that...

It is true that,

I am bitter for some people,

because when I speak,

I speak truth,

and some don't like,

my straightforwardness,

feel uneasy with my such words.

It is true that, 

people who lies,

every now and then deserts me,

when I say them to be truthful. 

What can be done,

I can't live without sunlight,

just because it is hot,

and causes irritation in my eyes.

It is true that,

it is equally difficult for me,

to digest their falsehood.

IMPORTANT

In my pursuit of truth and truthfulness,
divinity and piousness,
I learn a great lesson.

I learn,
I or you are not important,
no individual is important.

Our relationship, feelings
 enmity or friendship,
affection or hatred,
happiness and sorrow,
are just occurrences,
 and hence,can't be regarded as important.

Because they all are subject to decay,
would end up by the dint of the mighty time.

A layman gives importance to individuals,
events and happenings of the society.
 Only insignificant people,
follow insignificant things.

Significant people follows principle.

Following a principle,
remaining  honest to it,
with words, deeds and thought,
is important, for a seeker of divinity.

Ideology and principles are the heavens

Ideology and principles are the heavens.

Ideology and principles are the heavens,
we often dream,talk and draw their outlines,
but fail to reach to them ourselves,
when our turn comes,
we don't afford to live in them.

Just as we praise the beauty of a hilltop,
but don't dare to stay there for a long period.

Once we lie or hide a truth or commit a sin,
we get to know we do wrong across the lines,
violate the charter of principles we laid for ourselves,
we begin a damage control mission.

To cover the first one,
we shelter under another falsehood,
begin spreading lie against others,
Some of them lie so emphatically,
that they succeed to cover their corruption.


Then we assure ourselves,
"Take it easy""This much is not unfair, its ok."
 to save our own face,
from the vigilant eyes of our conscience.
One step ahead, we blame others
"Who under the sun is cent percent perfect?"


Each time we show excuse to ourselves,
we indulgently grant concession to ourselves,
and prepare ourselves to violate one more,
and become unscrupulous once more.

Paths are different

I do not nurture any ill-feeling,

 in my heart towards anyone,

I do not hold hatred in my core,

for anybody, for any reason.

But certainly people who are untruthful,

who do not have clear hearts, open acts

and people who covertly moves,

are my natural adversities.

Paths are different and distinct,

for those seek pleasure,

and for those who pursue divinity,

So are their choices and preferences.

Hence, 

I don't bother about the unlike souls,

No thoughts for them either.