Monday, January 1, 2018




Please promise me dear!
Be my neighbor in my next birth for sure,
So I can see you and,
Will sail in your ocean of love daylong,
No grumble and grievance will measures our path,
You will be only mine, except nothing than that,
Together will drench in rain,
Watch the moon, and blue waves from our window pane,
Our hours will be only ours,
Here there will be no ray to give us pain,
We will make our castle out of golden frame,
Will request the cuckoo to sing throughout the day,
Will request the clouds to pour its shower,
Without delay, to give us respite from all the humid space,
Together we will play hide and seek with shinning stars,
With you I can crack each and every part of the Earth,
If you are not mine now, promise me,
Take a rebirth for my sake in this Earth.


One lazy afternoon,
While I am sleeping on my room,
All of a sudden some inactive neurons,
Started whispering, near my eardrum,
At first softly and smoothly,
When I ignored, then it’s vigorous tap,
Forced me to hold my pen to jot down,
All that is expressed and unexpressed in my living room,
The stagnant pool begin to flow from the jumbled paradox,
Which often chase me in my lonely hours,
I see and recognize every images that comes to my dream,
Yet I get no words, how to begin,
The low confidence in me   restricts with the wordings,
That I am not so worthy to appease praise from worthy,
Days passed and then years,
Seasons changed keeping pace in their frontier,
I see the blue sky and wonder,
Will thunder never vibrate me ,
Or my time will pass remaining in slumber,
Surprisingly, the rain came with a broad smile,
Giving me bouts of shivering,
The sudden gust of wind tremble me with in,
My pleasures and pain began flowing,
Touching the boundaries and absorbing me in its ring,
The excitement I received is higher that my horizon,
I fell in love with the interesting filament, Poetry,
Poems Is something serious,
I firmed this idea in the beginning,
Now the scribblings are my darlings,
RHYME OF RAIN and FIRST RAIN are my stories,
Some real and some imaginary.


Once I asked my Mum,
What you want to be?
She replied in morose tone,
My days are gone, forlorn,
I see my dreams in you,
She said this in a dawdling tone,
During our days,
Bi-cycle ride raised brows,
You have crossed those hurdles,
For you, riding a racer bike raise lesser brow,
I run among the meadows to keep me fit,
You choose treadmills and gym to fit your body shape in tight zip.
She then said, I longed to be a free bird and fly,
Unable to do so, I am tied to this cross wire,
I dream you to fly high,
Sustain like the Eagle and thrive,
I kept quiet, thinking my mum looks so simple,
Yet her dreams to aspire higher goal strived
So she wanted me to fulfill those dreams of her,
To rise like tide and drive in it,
With my dreams holding as a kite.


LOPAMUDRA MISHRA, A native of puri, now residing in Bhubaneswar Orissa, She completed her graduation {English Hons} from Sailabala Women’s college Cuttack, And post –graduation    { English} from Ravenshaw University Cuttack. Her fascination for  writing came from her grandfather  and father from an early age. Writing  for her is the powerful medium of expression.Her  poems  have been  published in many magazines and anthologies . Her first book “Rhyme Of Rain” was published  in march 2017 and second book “First Rain” in August 2017.

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