A Silver Line
A silver line of
solitude
May weave wisdom
and call for a high sublimation
A conflict
surfaces
Between
Compassion and hatred
When love needs
to rest.
As time passes
Ripples in the
lake fade
Evening goes dim
and pale
A gloomy night
approaches in profound silence
And prevents
anything to be seen in the darkness.
The temple bells
profusely cry
With chanting of
sacred hymns
The scattered
prayers rugs in the streets
lead me into my trances.
Oh! The Invisible
mercy
Have I not
sought you desperately
And awaited your
kindness
Before I get
caught in the gulf of fear .
Embedded Scar
Between the sea
and the shoreline
A drop of water
touches my feet
And dries up
leaving scars behind.
Seems it
evaporates to form a
Cloud of unspent
love
In the azured
sky over the head
And concentrates
to head a storm
To downpour a
few memories instead.
A grain of sand
swapping
With strong
waves of attachment
Is embedded in
the abyssal plain
At the base of a
continental rise of jealousy and hatred.
Unaware of these
I walked miles away
Indifferently,
hallucinated under an unmerciful sun
Keeping the
frozen ground of jealousy and hatred away.
Tides in mind
and soul that rise and fall like waves
Do ever hunt
like a vibration of love
Oh Alas!
It is just a
grandeur
Just as love in
autumn or winter,
That dazzles
with golden scopes.
Fire In Smoke
When a spark
ignites a flame
Breath starts
dancing in rhythm
Heart beats
appear sacred
And the mind
sings an emotional rhyme.
The shadows, the
night and the spill of pain
Frame the words
to compose the hymn
They convey what
they intend to
And cast a
shadow on my skin .
Half-baked
thoughts of a sea of tranquility
With lofty
desires of tiny dreams
Fill my blank
soul with sweetness of a beehive
And sitting by
the window pane
I see a teasing
moon
While the azured
sky reminds me,
Glimpses of fire
in mounds of
smoke may remain
still alive.
My Dreamland
Wish I belong to
a land of my dreams
A trouble-free,
fascinating and imaginative
But not mundane
yet promethean.
Here the spring
would be joyful like early youth
Summer would be
rejoicing in pink
To make me
concerned about both
Innocence and
burning passion.
Autumn would be
ready in time to be
With a parody
and try to evoke in me
A sense of
happiness and prospective positivity.
The streets
would be resilient and dazzle
Like the beams
of the moon,
The blue birds
flying with the cool breeze
Would often excite
me by teasing,
Reminding me of
Him who let me to possess my dreamland as a boon.
They would
unbelievably whisper into my ears
That I am not
far away from serenity.
I would love to
transact but soon they would fly away leaving me totally vexed and testy.
I would keep on
failing to guess
Where do they
come from and
Where do they
aviate instead
That they know
me and my address
Would my
neighborhood try to propagate.
I would wish
those blue birds fly around me
And sing for me
the songs of my soul
While allowing
me to realize
The veteran
director who created me
And my dreams as
wormed ambrosial.
My desires would
provoke me to meet You.
Oh my creator!
It never matters
If I slip off
the height of my urges
But I never quit
for I believe,
It's not how far
I fall,
But how high I
bounce to inhibit.
Copyright@Rajashree Mohapatra Bhubaneswar, Odisha,
India
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.
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