RIDDANCE

 

RIDDANCE

 

 

Open my wounded heart suffered,

Astonished own blood, gone toxic,

Wish for desperately once prayed,

Begged, just begged all merciful a child,

Graced not once four times a son,

Felt like the luckiest person in the world,

Happiness knows no bounds, turns to pride,

Hailed infinite blessings of the Lord, gifts,

Unparallel gift children precious,

Grew in my lap, loving care nourished,

Happiest husband duly recognize her,

Never did she like to display a lucky mother,

Her trust is in Lord, devoted extreme,

Still praying day and night alone,

Keep my children safe and sound,

Make them prosperous, give them long life,

Every ceremony with cakes sweet plenty,

A separate rook for idols to worship,

The bell rings in the morning and evening,

Perfumed scented-sticks oil lamp lit,

Hours of divine prayers read faithfully,

Prostate before idol tearfully begs,

Saw these rituals for decades, loved,

Lord has given to me four sons admit,

Love the Unseen, love more my wife,

Mother of four siblings fortunate,

Pious heart loving capable for home,

Her maintenance, majestic decorum,

Never demanding have seen for gold,

For travel or pilgrimage, food, cloth,

Only she needs items for worship,

Dress for boys, groceries she cooks,

Roars filled bedrooms with a loud noise,

Her action often angry teacher a stick,

Checks each bag, homework neatly,

Keep my glass, look at them and her,

Surround her, demand delicious dishes,

Surprised, she meets all of their demand,

Grew so soon, watch graying hair,

Finished college education leaving,

One by one left, children for careers,

In the twilight years, husband and wife stay,

Talk to each other, her interest letter,

I steal my glances less speak interest,

Nonchalantly ask their messages,

Happy children are well-settled families,

Stay in far-off cities, my wife homesick,

Her happiness in her home, the idols room,

No cinema or park, theater do interest,

Only interests my timing of food medicine,

Wash my clothes, irons a must, white,

My beetles in a box, glass on a table,

Inks a life story revolves around my wife,

Her son and children speak like that,

Love immensely, mother call frequently,

In her seventies, I found her illness,

A rare but long sickness, and passed away,

It was so sudden, changed me to clay,

Socked shook me to mute dumb and deaf,

Preferred silence, seclusion, less talk,

Presumed hard-of-hearing children taking,

Discussing in the adjacent room on me,

Sunned to know they planned to execute,

To leave me at the elder's home,

To dispose of all properties, my home,

Distribute the money equally,

Give some money to the shelter home,

The next day they all left, together the plan,

Come New Year, by January, it will be done,

Now the house is empty, stood me in silence,

Life, what a life, how was the life,

Good riddance now, remorse I prayed to God,

O' life, so mysterious, riddance is absurd.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Riddance (Fiction)

Theme: A good riddance, old dad

Date: 30th December 2022, Cuttack

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DEFY

 

DEFY

 

Crying in laughter on the shore of time,

That flows timeless, misunderstood,

Found time stays temporal seems eons,

Plundered pleasures that limbs sought,

Love feminine beauty bare glowing.

Bright, shining, ornate gold jewelry,

Immaculately dressed, gorgeous cloth,

Steals glances an embroidery if absurd,

Talked with her, her presence infectious,

The look, shifting eyes, tilting face, rings,

The eyes lashed hooked tentacles heart,

Lost my mind pilgrim surround dunes,

I passed moments passionately dreaming,

Let not unbelievable angel bid adieus,

Stays near me, I watch slipping saree,

Redecorate once again if desired falling,

Rebellious, her strand of black hair,

Covers her right eye, part of her face,

Lost in thought, a full moon in clouds,

Observing minutely, a thirsty heart,

Push back the strands again flashed light,

The eyes matching eyes hypnotize,

Wrinkles in cheeks smile hinting,

Lost as if a mirage conflicts state,

She loves or probing unknown,

Interactions if friendly guessing,

Her picture a picturesque immobilized,

Stood transfixed, listened to her,

Little penetrated into mind lost,

Still searched her demeanor captivated,

Her hand, bangles, gold chain, purse,

Tiny feet, her shoes, finger rings, unique,

Eloquence, urban aristocracy, slang,

Drummed, not musical forgot me,

Why am I here, who she is, any of a talk?

Any business with her where is a place,

What is the day, time, forgotten path,

Stumbled at her sight, dashed slightly,

She turned back, looking at me, asking,

No answer, mute speechless, just looked,

Slipped polite words forgive me,

She heard node slightly smiled all right,

I collected her purse from the ground,

Saw a mobile in her hand costly,

A few seconds seemed a century absurd,

I had to catch my train right time,

Announce  that broke the situation,

Quickly I had to move to catch the train,

Why defied my routine lied,

Continued gossip with her discussed,

Failed, miserable, she left hastily soon,

I missed the train, felt blank ashamed,

Why, why I stood unmoved engrossed,

Never knew her, her name, place in the dark,

Opaque her identity, a co-passenger,

She caught her train, I failed bitter,

Back home, sat alone, preferred silence,

An unknown lady this heart defied openly,

The question I posed to me, mysterious,

Still haunting the reason, Oh' men,

A man rises high and high in life,

Baffles beauty of female, entangled, sigh,

Defy time, purpose, routine, job,

Knows electric shock split second, throb,

The sight vanishes instantly, bells rectify,

Absurd, pleasing seconds heart defy.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Defy

Theme: Surprises male heat defies

Date: 29th December 2022, Cuttack

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THORN

 

THORN

 

Bewilder mind disbelief, the stark reality,

Knows very well dusk to settle quietly,

Why, life thinks day never ends willingly,

Think deeply, night only a dream,

Steals awareness, instills sleep, lays limbs,

Forgotten name, place, identity, and faith,

Inert stays a symbol, non-existent unreal,

Wakes heart again sun rises probe past,

Why persist sun ever sink world was lost,

The name, street, city, or people the same stay,

How come vanished in the darkness play,

This life face strife play rife mistakenly a lot,

Every answer heart retort untrue night but,

Dream visits erase existence, purposes, love,

Open your heart spread wing, soar high,

Love unattainable mind injects addict fry,

Wrong is you, hypocrisy explicit display,

Sunset yesterday, night canopied darkness,

Rose, a beautiful moon if an angelic face,

Wash our heart silvery light cool thrilled,

Aroused passions lust ornate love creeper,

Wished infinite urge endless stay forever,

Burning bright mischief monger sun rises,

Wake up the most deluded rest of us hurt,

Love to live in another world, heavenly real,

Never know us, O' human, disbelieve exists,

Exist we live in darkness moon show path,

Spread happiness, joys profound, soul worth,

Mingle easily with stars winking starry night,

River projects silver plate we swim in delight,

Glowworms lighted our poem of love plenty,

Gardenia jasmine opens petals of love aroma,

We dance our sequence less identity gender,

Less we find name origin color blood splendor,

Body touches body unites ecstatic amorous,

Less hue and cry, molten heart  soaked in tears,

Felt separate bodies soul unites climax thief,

Not human pleasure thief visits in guise creator,

Stills everything our lust pleasure it dawns,

Living idols, we start playing with the sun,

Result of love, another generation is born,

Challenge our authority deletes, ever, night exists,

Under the sun, this generation frightens us,

Livid with our symphony less recognizes day,

Cry out angrily, hello, dark moon, why claim,

Not we belong to you guardians of the night,

Born us only lives  under the sun we see,

You are thin void unreal Lord gave breathe,

We breathe, alert, aware of identities numerous,

Built once roam now thousands still curious,

Love color of skin myriad tongue expresses,

Expression incredibly great slang credulous,

We believed our creator, not you, faithful,

Only to surrender under the sun spread,

As many paths that many fights carnage,

Know to rule under the sun, supreme savage,

Sold for gold unfold bravery, name, or fame,

Our tribes sing for an eon, our valor not game,

Spirit of the night thorn in our heart pierce,

One world, one people, one goal rehearse.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Thorn

Theme: Thorn to dismantle division

Date: 28th December 2022, Cuttack

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DISHEVELED

 

DISHEVELED

 

Met on the road future of the country,

Bewildered, a sight that found speechless,

Selling tricolor for a few rupees calling,

May return to someone a pittance help,

A few bread salt as lunch dinner one,

Does not know the child tomorrow can,

Born to parents, never dreamed of arrival,

Natural, grow children, poverty inhibits,

No food for children, medicine while sick,

Buds, disheveled, unwanted vanish, in time,

No tears, cries, pangs of love, surprise,

The world encompasses humans, polished,

Dazzling glass towers limousines in front,

Begs the child ignorant scorns directed,

I was crying thinking of the tiny heart,

Motherland's bosom refuses to feed,

Not a square foot to sleep under a roof,

Thought for December night is freezing,

The little kid must be sleeping in the open,

Struggling   hard to pass the night,

Imagines not crying for help surrendered,

Missing luck, fortune, fate, a future,

The joke of the creator on human life,

Disheveled promiscuous urban life rich,

Boasting upper strata unambiguous,

Vulgar shows stinking naked dances,

Viral in cyberspace youth influences,

Gasping, surprised, tags recent styles,

Think these witnessed streaming sighs,

Motherland protects them, security guards,

Worth seeing mansion ladies in vanguards,

They leave corroding aromas wild,

Revert to the child silently standing,

Bought an entire lot of flags paid to him,

Sat with him on pavements question,

His name he didn't know parents left,

Big cement pipe is the place he lives there,

Works for a vendor selling goods,

Begs at times, gets some money, lives here,

Gave him some food both enjoyed it,

Surprise glued on his face disheveled,

You love me? the blunt question,

I checked my tears and smiled a deception,

It was not compassion, sympathy,

It was not my love, caring heart,

Fail to express the pain, churning mind,

The education humanity taunt behind,

This is a vibrant land, people bright,

Mostly educated wealthy play noble!

Knows very well slums exist littered,

Disheveled planning metro glitters,

No road, sea of shanties, tin shed,

Muddy path narrow, serpentine congested,

The child was the product of this place,

Listless, if it grows, defeating death,

Tomorrow's youth, not human living,

Ignorant of love, care, sympathy, family,

Loot, use boot against the world challenge,

Never mind access gold prefer carnage,

House may be the jail immaterial,

Angry, concerned now saw well in him,

The country breeds his tribe, nourishes rest,

A few spend a billion on vulgar expenses,

A minuscule will change the life of disheveled,

The tricolor he sells justifies bedeviled,

Son of the soil, you proclaim democracy,

Equal rights, liberty, voice free, not lunacy,

Take me to school, educate me, impart skills,

Enough strength, the disheveled organized!

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Disheveled

Theme: question to land a slum child

Date: 27th December, Cuttack

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UPLIFT

 

UPLIFT

 

Almost fatal, an accident collapsed,

Unconscious got senses hours after,

Injured skull sutured, lay bedridden,

Thinking my life on tenterhooks dim,

Wee hours look at the wall clock ticking,

Had doubt meet morn contemplating,

Oscillated life for weeks recovered today,

Liked my life begotten back memories,

Lost everything for a year, and so mostly,

Today pens my infinite trust touch holy,

Gave life once more writes poems a lot,

Sings mysterious intention Lord promote,

Love you always little encounter happened,

Feel as my breath motion continues,

Alert  or deep sleep, every breath is a gift,

Know Lord the goes out never come back,

Unless you wish gracefully for me,

Love never measured in my life as intense,

Look at the stony idol silent playing flute,

This flute, my Lord, my spine seven spots,

Top opens to your lips, primordial song,

Each center of mine energizes speech do differ,

Sing for wealth, prosperity, then physical love,

The fire burns to digest, assimilate energy,

Accelerated the place, love or hatred,

Peace or anger attenuates thoughts evenly,

Fewer thoughts in mind, seemingly tranquil sea,

Fail to fathom depth failed miserably,

Hidden jewels love compassion, kindness,

Hidden ego, envy, anger, evil invisible,

Captures mind life capitulates clueless,

Find upper strata place for solace calm state,

Urges soul devout to meet the supreme,

Knows life is a river pristine search ocean,

Meet once merges lose existence soon.

Rise above consciousness abode of the soul,

Look up continuously, unblinking as a goal,

Unaware of deeds of mind inclination hope,

Stays impassionate unattached search scope,

Knows at the top, your presence overwhelms,

Surge to merge the thin wall in the veil is doubt,

Your play is so good, a doubt plays lifelong,

The last breath life remembers you cruel song,

Failed in the end to follow a goal in life,

Waylaid mind wayward, seldom introspective,

Learned after revival new life focused,

Ends my story, dear child, please, listen to it,

Read your letter frightening depressed,

Lost all hope for future think to calumniate,

Punish your tender frame confined to a room,

Forget lunch, dinner, breakfast, gloom,

Chose a dark room fearful of light people,

Hidden within self-made prison suffer,

Know dear, ultimate consequence quits,

Wrong, totally wrong, denial of Jesus' wish,

Ocean-of-compassion arriving, dear wake up,

Look, the star shining inspires sufferers,

Heal His presence instantly finds life loved,

Infinite love Jesus' presence, dear, hug,

Feel his warmth in every fiber tissue,

Disappears quickly painful your issue,

Dark every night ends rises glorious sun,

Darkness is depression kills divine soften,

Spouts green leaves out of deadwood feel,

Once I felt the same way dying, living healed,

That happened for me truly equal Lord,

Trust my words, dear love Jesus, rests absurd!

 

 

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Uplift (Fiction)

Theme: A life Lord decides not mind

Date: 24th December 2022, Cuttack

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SYMPHONY

 

SYMPHONY

 

Grew up sensing existential wonder,

Walking in garden blossoms colorful,

Wild honey bee sings, notorious, to loot,

Murmur drying leaves breeze is playing,

Flies a butterfly, beautiful wings stunned,

Who plays, subtly, music of life searched,

Searching the musician vanishing act,

Listening to His creations, enjoying I react,

The youth came throbbing a rebellious heart,

Bathing beauty of nature bare magnetic,

Rain, rain beauty welcomes drenched happily,

Dancing musk dears eyes of adolescence,

The invisible rhythm of maturity eyes seek,

Hops in the air gaily mating moment after,

Felt alone, sick, unreal mind sought mate,

Taunted dipping rain droplets fountain duet,

Amidst rain-soaked nature, why in tears,

The fairy of the dream missing, trick imagined,

Mingle with streams of life noises infect,

The shrilling voice, clapping, roars floor,

Still searching for hypnosis in black hair,

Long enough, my dreamy night expands,

In waves of dark clouds sailing in the wind,

Awestruck,  look at earrings glint, lightening,

Gasp involuntarily, her face turns,

The eyes that I have seen in musk dear,

Her fragrance in her head searches far,

Sifting eyes swiftly captivated me once,

How come the same eyes fascinate to trance,

The long nose, red lips like rose petals,

Shyly felt as if that wily bee to drink honey,

Captured the beauty of nature wet,

Wet earth, I smelled aromas, romantic,

Floating this fragrance impulsive followed,

Plead behind her earnestly for a friendship,

The smile in her eyes, eyebrows netted,

Lips uttered soft inquiries, luck impressed,

Hand in hand, we moved ahead and saw,

The wings of the peacock got colorful dancing,

Conjugal life midnight listen to a nightingale,

Who sings this heavenly music if not you,

Trapped me through beauty, you designed,

Your purposes procreation once wished,

The father's happiness at the birth of a baby,

Nostalgic, acutely unique never forget news,

You are a father of a girl, the voice,

The symphony of my life was fruitful in essence,

In convalesces wreathed every fiber cried,

Understood, what is happiness fulfilled,

Chicks, one after one, rooted in my lap,

Listened to a rhapsody of  innocence, ecstatic,

Flutter their wings, we both smiled,

Your magic wand, calendar pages strewn,

Spellbound, she is praying a melodious song,

Sat near her and listened to she is glorifying you,

You are my eyes, ears, nose, tongue, or heart,

You are my breath feel, you in me long,

You gave sweet husband children,

My rude feeling for the master now molten,

Sang both the spirit of family life,

Symphony divine played that night,

Melted into thin ether superior primordial.   

 

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Symphony

Themes: Melody of conjugal life

Date: 23rd December 2022, Cuttack

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