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