RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA

 

Affable words of love

 

Your songs of endless oceans

And waves of vibrations there

Make the azured sky

To pour through my eyes.

 

Gently caressed with its echoes

It flows on its own

With a ceaseless beginning

Yet with singsong reverberations.

 

The music envelopes the listener.

It hums in their ears and

Make them dance in ecstatic amour.

 

The budding words of love

In lyrics of nature

Awakens in us a nascent desire

To embrace the ambience,

With its flora and fauna

With a caress of endearing

And affable love.

 

Lines ...

 

Lines on the Globe

Help determining the age of earth

And narrate its celestially

At length.

Pin points the search of forests and rivers on its surface

Indicating their details

With the reasons to venerate.

 

Lines on human palms

Instead brief of his future and destiny

And scan his attitude and adaptability

With it’s vine.

 

Lines on the globe better talked as

Geographic coordinates

Spot accurately a point of interest.

 

Lines drawn in a sub-conscious human mind

Though are innumerable in numbers

Yet can’t explain their cognatic bind.

When one starts counting, they stare at him

As if left to a confusion as to what to dine.

 

One briefly wonders

As to what these lines would reflect

If referred to one’s forehead.

No doubt they grow like the parallel rings of Latitude

But hint of a religious and mythical thought to get bred.

 

Thanks to the omnipotent God

Who drew lines everywhere in every sphere

May it be either a living or dead structure

Either earth or atmosphere

But is very much distinctive with a narration

That reaches the mankind as a mirror reflected answer.

Copyright@Rajashree Mohapatra

 

Wilting Love

 

Love suo motu wilts

Following a stream of infinite heart-breaks

And thus, appears difficult

To be traced amidst the junk of tears.

Borne with a ballet of pain

Drops of joy need be segregated

From the heaps of dolours

 

Love always appears anonymous

And repudiates, unhitches beyond one’s cognizance

Looks invisible in light and shadows

Sliding through one’s emotions

And pouring through heart’s resonance.

 

Nevertheless

One awaits it’s kisses with wet lips

Does not matter if it comes as a day-dream

Yet undoubtedly wets the soul

With comradeship.

Despite absence of a few words for this love to sing

Its built-up emotions make one to hum

In sync with the strings of a melodious violin.

 

RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA

 

RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA: Born in Odisha in India has received her master’s degree in ' History ‘and 'Journalism and Mass Communication' from Utkal University, Odisha. She is a teacher by profession. Being a post graduate in ' Environmental Education and Industrial Waste Management ' from Sambalpur University Odisha, she has devoted herself as a Social Activist for the cause of social justice, Environmental issues and human rights in remote areas through non-governmental organizations. Poetry, Painting and Journalism are her passions.