RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA

 

Whose Land Is This?

 

It seems

We have almost lost our track

Amidst the perplexity of time’s revolution?

 

Here dreams mostly lie dead

Squeezed under the dregs of the broken walls

of peace and tranquility

Sequenced in the courtyard in the midst of

overturned chairs and flower pots of

the abandoned environment.

Certainly

The Nightingales traced

In the dilapidated woods do not not sing

for peace ...

 

Fear is seen in everyone’s eyes

As hypocrisy has canopied the humanity

And no love reverberates in the air

To magnify a sense of affection

and brotherhood.

 

I am choked,

May be for an obvious cut on my throat.

Words, as arrows,

Aim at every cobweb appearing like traps,

and probably

It may silent me and my associates

At any point of time.

 

A disturbed mind

Search erratically to identify

As to which land is it that I live in

Yet .....

A deep silence prevails

under a pale sky.

 

Melancholic Tone

 

Shapeless thoughts well blended

With passionless desires

of waves in an ocean huddle together

like blind birds

and a deep silence is engraved

Over buds of Sunflower at the dusk.

 

Remnants of the sandcastles

All over the coast line

S0ng in melancholy the songs

Of insanity and truth.

And the rhythm of pathos

Whirls in the wind to caress

The sand - dunes along the coastline.

 

Devine Music

 

The music from the heaven

May be bit remote

Yet, inspiring.

May it be at times painful

but elevates the status of mind

Sad, melancholic or heartrending

 

A feeling of atrocious

And non – benignant gesture

Burns the self from within

Yet with the rhythm of the divine play

A note of love and empathy

Descends in the heart

from the fading rainbow

Of the dusty sky.

 

Resultant dreams pullulate in mind

A transient and elusive beauty starts radiating

With a divine promise of perfection

And a flavored sweetness

Begins illuminating.

 

Suffered silently

Despite an ardent desire

To obliviate all the past retentions

Feels of being betrayed

Confuses a trivial trial to end

Consequential disputes and arson

 

May be that you are in love

Don't know if it is termed as infatuation

But instead gives a glimpse of eternity

Through generations.

 

A Dustless Sky

 

Oh, dear please look

The dusty sky appears clear again

Might be that a revolution of the time cycle

pronounced the need.

 

Please note

That darkness has disappeared

From lives of primitive tribes

Traced bluntly crushed

in their circumventing environment

Beyond the lime light of normal human race.

Yet stains of torture and misery

are still not wiped out from their memories.

 

True that

The earth under the feet shatters even now

For unforeseen blasts

In the name of peripheral development

for a brighter tomorrow

Yet a stone stands undisturbed every where

to sing the wins with flared wings of glory

and pride.

 

Despite that

Blood stares from the cleavage of stones

No matter if identified or not

To confirm that hearts lie bleeding even now

In the memory of sacrifices of martyrs

With wounds

That corrupts everyone's heart with sympathy.

Under the present clear azured sky.

 

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 organizations. Poetry, Painting and Journalism are her passions.