RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA
Walked Without
Fear •••
Between the dates
of the month
or the days in
the calendar
On the wheels of
time, I dared to walk without fear
Neither I
questioned nor I cared to know
In my busy
moments or in dark lonely days
The oars of hope
move back and forth and
sways at par with
the cadence of your call
To all your
dismaying attitude, I aimlessly bow
Hope, you remove
the illusion awhile
And stop sailing
it away with ungentle wind
Now, the birds of
the morning don’t not even sing
Making me
restless with my heart acutely throbbing.
It makes me feel
I have no option
to play
And better I wipe
you from memory for good
I opt to say
Believe me,
A dew washed
autumn is lost in a mangrove in tangles
As the gaiety of
love silent in your lip lock shackles
Wish that spread
wings and flutter in the wind
Beyond my eyes
swing
And these
illusions kept behind the screen
In the silence of
dusk ever cheering.
Copyright@Rajashree
Mohapatra
A Trusted
Veneration...
A tiresome confluence
Of river ful
thirst and boiling desire
Made her to rest
eyes closed in despair.
She continues to
be in a carefree sleep.
Please allow her
to keep on minus a peep.
Unlike a storm
stricken dale
She has confined
to her pains
In her dolorous
wail.
Floating over the
murmurs
Of torments and
convulsions
She looks for a
stray of Hope
towards
tranquiller faith
In the midst of a
trusted veneration.
Please don't wake
her up
Wish she
continues in her sleeps
That she had a
beautiful soul and a heart
Was blowing from
her lips.
Copyright@Rajashree
Mohapatra
North Wind
Her frosty
fingertips caressed them
With the winkling
of an eye
they shed leaves
Under the current
of a breeze
Their graves
apparently waited for them
With extended
arms to embrace
Murmuring a
series of ethical songs
Of truth and
salvation
While cuddling
them in motherly manner
With the silky
touch of solace.
While entering
the grave
They yelled
Oh Dear!
Please remember
Though the sun
sets in the evening
Yet rises again,
the next morning
And who is
destined to leave you now
Possibly returns
the next moment
Wait with
patience for the next spring
We will return
with valour
To live in your
company for ever.
Copyright@Rajashree
Mohapatra
The Last Hour
...
Please don’t move
away
Rather budge up
to huddle together
The biting cold
shall pass away
a while after.
Time now
that wicks in the
lamp be incited
to burn with a
raised flame
disseminating
warmth undulated
The winter will
be accelerated
And the chilled
weather
of course will
get evacuated
Just wipe out
darkness
from under the
eye lids
with the feeble
light of the warming fire
Suck the body
nectar
out of its
glittering artistic attire.
Now almost the
dawn is nearing
The shamefaced
north wind
has started
atoning
What for then it
changed the attitude
It is just to
remove the pathos filled solitude.
Oh my love!
It is now time to
put off the lamp
Wish these
splendid moments be spent
in tight embrace
in our lap
The chilled
atmosphere shall get itself warmed up
with the
magnificent tepidity in close up.
May the lamp now
be turned off
The dawn has set
in
And the darkness
is slowly going off ...
Copyright@Rajashree
Mohapatra
Another Love
Poem
Indeed,
I am a lamp
misread in a waxed night
As the
tenebrosity deliquesces
I turn to be
Infructuous and
useless.
Yet, I feel
Your chilled and
impregnable perceptions
Look for my
benign presence ever
In each of its
disclaimer
And abnegations .
But why?
Why? and What
for?
When you take me
to be impalpable?
and insubstantial
insignificant,
yet trivial and
meager?
Wish you realise
That Godhead
experienced through extoling hymns
Is not the same
as that in a total abdication
and ductile
submission.
So also that a
lover’s portrait in a framed art in frigidity
Is never as like
a live-in lover as in reality.
Oh, my dear!
I am often
confused
If you know the
gentle law of living
That the world is
a spheroid
And every end
meets here a new beginning.
In as much as
Every fire tends
to turn to smudges for a next regeneration
And deep dark
night fades away
leaving pace to a
new dawn.
May what so ever
be in mind
May what so ever
be the confusion
Wish I go with a
deep sleep
In your extended
arms
Where in lieu of love,
I would opt to forget my depression
Oh my love!
May the world
sleep with me in consolation.
Copyright@Rajashree
Mohapatra
Hey Ram
My dear ever
revered Lord!
Now that the
palace at Purushottam
Is blemished and
in its ruins,
Right to death
obviously is conferred on you,
As the stream of
repentances
Warrants critical
appreciation and regulations as well
Over self-own
cloudy deeds.
Oh, my Lord!
Please allow me
To wipe out and
expunge
the black spots rendered by the radiance flux
of moonlight
From and out of
your dark-skinned body,
To abrade your
feet and remove the muds of dusky dusts
Just as
illuminated light of Ayodhya wilts at dawn
And to rid of
your memory
associated there to.
Oh, the Lord
Evidently known
That you are the
only aggrieved human of the so-called Rama-Rajya
The holy waters
of the river Saraju thus await for your sacred immersion
Just come and
make a secret jump into it
No one will ever
guess
Who jumped into
the waters
Whether a man or
a God
Oh Sarayu,
What the hell
that your waters
are too icy to
jump into.
Rajashree Mohapatra
RAJASHREE
MOHAPATRA
RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA: Born in Odisha in India has received her masters 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 organisations. Poetry ,Painting and Journalism are her passions .
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