In Search Of The Best God…….
Someone whispers
May be asking
water to drink
Air to breathe
Sky to see the
stars
A roof on the
head
Or little soil
to keep his feet
Someone whispers
Who is the best
God?
Listening to
tears
Sweeping all fears
Someone
somewhere
Sings lullaby
for a baby
Perhaps the best
God is awake
Dreams light for
all
Breaks the
shackle
Fixes the
fractured democracy
Opens all doors
Weaves life
Descends down to
the hearts
Holding the gift
of a Sun
For you and for
me
Yes, the best
God is screaming
For He wishes
In condensed
intensity
to be a human-
being
breaking all
protocols
And my search is
over… !!!!
A Virgin Conversation
Does the star
ever fall on the palms?
The seasons are
pendulums with all colours
At times frozen
conch to blow the victory
Why at all we
incarcerate in our ghoulish cells?
Why at all we
are sunk in the smoky air?
The unmasked
nature forms longitudes
And latitudes in
the horizon
Who are our Gods?
To whom we
surrender?
Heaven is here
on the carpet of Grass
Forests, rivers,
valleys are the hash tags of us
With all flora
and fauna
With the
squirrels squeak or hornbills beak
Sparrows ‘twit
or parrots’ vibrant colour
All have to
search an eternal poem
You can never
draw
A pie diagram in
the horizon
Curtains are
your creations
The smiley of
nature will
Peep from every
corner
As a flamboyant
child will play
Football with
the Sun
When no space
encounters
Between hearts
Only the
fragrance sustains…..!!!
The Mystic Mariner
The mystic
mariner
With the vivacious smile
In the musical
journey
Of his own
cogent orbit
The mystic
mariner
A spiral odyssey
Of the Ragas and
Rasas
In the cat walk
of the cosmic ramp
The mystic
mariner
The catalogues
of virgin eyes
Yet
demonstrating peace
Peace decoding
love
Love drifting
oceans of empathy
Are you the
musical seven notes,
reflected in the
nature?
Or the
interludes of
the baptised
plasma?
The mystic
mariner
His destination
is a journey
With his astute
aura
Entwining
rainbow, polar stars
Butterflies in
the horizon
The mystic
mariner
reflects the
incarnation within
His arena and
aroma inscribe
In the pristine
elixir
The mystic
mariner
I bow for not
that Thou Art
in the mystic frame
But in a
prolific protocol-----
SWAPNA BEHERA
SWAPNA BEHERA is a trilingual
poet, translator, environmentalist, editor from Odisha and author of seven
books of different genres including one on children's literature on Environment.
She is the recipient of International UGADI AWARD 2019, honoured from
GujuratSahitya Akademi 2022, 2021, International Poesis Award ofHonor as Jury,
Pentasi B World Fellow Poet, Honoured Poet of India from Seychelles Government
and International awards from Algeria,Morocco, Kajhakhstan ,modern Arabic
Literary Renaissance of Egypt ,Argentina
etc. Her poem A NIGHT IN THE REFUGEE CAMP is translated into 67 languages. At
present She is the Cultural Ambassador for
India and South Asia of Inner Child Press U.S
Artificial, phony! So many grammatical errors! The poet's ideas are just a humbug capture of vacuous words and images! I am surprised such poets get so many accolades! That's because the editors do not take the onus of selecting or separating husk from grain and because no one actually reads poems! Our poetic endeavors should be honest and should express an emotion or a central theme! A jamboree of words can not be considered good poetry! Sorry , but That's what I feel.
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