RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA

 

Webbed Love

 

How is that,

You can weave a web of love in my heart

Even with your embedded silence?

 

Is it because

your heart blossoms in a state of reticence

And on seeing me

Starts emitting the fragrance of love?

 

Unlike the sky you encompass me

In the midst of the gusts

Of cool breeze of affection

When your lips stay ablaze with a cooled smile.

 

Whenever your eyes meet mine

It feels like a changing time

I see some reflections in your eyes

That makes me feel high.

 

Realities Of Life 

 

The seeds germinate plants

Plants grow into trees

Trees make forests

 

The drops of water run into rivulets

And rivulets into streams

Streams into rivers

And rivers into the sea

 

The invisible genes of living beings

Multiply to form the ocean of life

In as much a manner as

Small nuclear particles like photons & electrons

Radiate enormous energy

 

These are the realities of life much ignored

Even though God has created both

Big and small

 

Elusive Realization

 

With all our fugitive fears in mind

And ingenious imaginations

One creates his wisdom of love ,

 

Fluttering leaves and the unfurled flowers

In the branches of the trees

Dance to its tunes encircling his undressed feet

Unconsciously kissing and teasing

Like the invisible wind that gently blows.

 

Speeded and volatized truth with it’s redolent fragrance

When aromatizes the periphery

One is drenched with alluded thoughts

If that sings of the unseen love!

 

Questions sprout in boiling minds to know

If it is already known to a blade of grass

Busy in hissing and kissing

With loud whispers stimulating

the waving stems and wobbling leaves

One bops with tempted vision

To experiment with that truth

In the light and shades of youth.

 

Yet it remains unsolved

As to what is that hides in the circle of illumination

Between the spheres of light and darkness

And trails with the unseen souls

Beyond the universe

Seeking to realize the setting of

Emancipation from the worldly clutches.

 

Dense Thoughts

 

When the white moon is wrapped

With the radiating twilights of the evening

There occur mirror reflections of wishes

That awakens the holy Ganges

towards a gentle murmuring

And the clouds overhead shroud the valley

underneath with blessings of joy

 

Love waves of ego crash on the shore

Yet she flows calmly murmuring

And mumbling down the gradient

With all it's twists, turns and tumbling

As if she knows her destination

 

The holy river rambles on it's late spring

Like a wounded nightingale,

One wanders through the wet wind

Singing of life and love

Where nauseous waves flow through

Dark subterranean caves.

 

Eyes swell

Tears roll down in struggles and strains

But what does it narrate?

Is it that to lift the heart

And make one stand tall.

 

We being humans

Are subject to radiation

Of the cosmic streams

Heavy thoughts in our minds

Is sure to make our passion

Filled vessel to sink.

 

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 organisations. Poetry, Painting and Journalism are her passions.