Friday, September 1, 2023



Moonlight On The River


The waters of a rivulet

Flowing amidst lonely meadows

Or a dale

Appears calmer and crystal clear,

The moon over head

Reflects on it in the evening twilights

May it be to reaffirm its year-old bond

Through a set of picturesque memoirs.


The moon and the rivulet cherish each other

As a pair of passionate lovers

Instead, a freight of jealous stars

Build up the waves with tidal currents

To destabilize the adulators.


And with the blink of an eye

Succeed in wiping all the pictures

of love and passion

And pairs of chasing eyes

Fail to reach each other at either bank

With marooned emotion



The little stream of water murmurs the pain of separated souls

Yet stand upright in between

As an irresistible but timid partition.


Signing Dreams


Let the dreams continue to sign

As If something concentrates as a mirror reflection.


Sometimes I try to fly away

And in turn aim to a bed rock

Or otherwise, a feeling of calmness is accrued

That leads to run amok.


I just sit in silence gazing as

a spectator

My presence is exposed as a brittle mirror

Whatever happens is only a dream,

And let the dreams continue as bad esteemed.


The Retardation


Squeezed in between the waves of

Light and shade

The be heard beats of a lonely heart

Terrifies at a ghost’s behest,

And induces high and malicious currents

Sufficient enough to bring rips on

Mind and soul with sulky distaste


The celestial events

Like rising and setting of the sun and the moon

Fades and shades the light and time,

Unlike this hide and seek behind the horizon

The dejection and depression in life try to vine

And implants an ultimate realization

That with the eventual rise and fall of

Monotonous beats

As life starts fading in the long run.


The efficacy though not improbable

Yet there arise meaningless confusions,

Disparity and monotony of life

Running in coherence with light and time

Never help establishing likely patterns

of any appreciable fusion.


Still the humanity awaits from time immemorial

To solve the myth

But sorrows and sufferings crowd the life

Like a shark's bloody teeth

Swimming across the sneaky ethereal constellation

One hears the clock's ticking growing louder

Announcing his growing retardation.


The Weeps


Oh! Here is a rain,

Unusually different than a rain from the clouds

May it be appropriate

To explicate it as the tears

Rolling from the eyes of a bereaved woman

Yelling aloud


Her saree is drenched with muds of grief

Her hairs blown upright

With violent storms of fear of an immediate shift

The sky overhead stumbles

Like a glass plate on a pick of treachery

The sounds of thunder

Couples with lightening of creeping apprehension

To silent the memory,


When her breathes have been long preserved

As air borne magnificence

That establishes her sacrifices

She once rendered for other’s happiness

It is worth pondering now

As to why she weeps unlike an autumn rain

May it be out of an oozing pain

Yet none of her sacrifices shall go in vain.




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 organizations. Poetry, Painting and Journalism are her passions.

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