LOOKING GLASS

 LOOKING GLASS

 

Dream girl, dream girl, listen to me,

Sickening the beauty feel thirsty now,

Nothing, not to touch you, even kiss,

Just love your scintillating charms,

How could lord spend enough time,

His crafty fingers graced the clay idol,

Just touch life ushered into the soft clay,

Smooth as feather touch glows skin,

Fair the skin, white mixed with honey,

A few drops of rose color added hues,

Softly petals of rose fitted as lips, God,

Shared His kind eyes cause hypnosis,

The dark eyes, eyebrows arches, drawn,

Nose the long arrow that pierces soon,

Charcoal black thick hair, long in waves,

Cast the pristine river dream swims,

Gem-tipped gold on the nose glitters,

Earrings play hide and seek surprises,

The moon among black cloud surfaces,

The slender neck, neckline gold chain,

Mountain peak ice clack fountain reflects,

The voluptuous bosom storehouse of love,

The warmth can revive dying spirits, smile,

Narrow is the waistline, round hip, wavy,

Long legs, slender arms electrifying exist,

Arms budlike, fingers serpentine act,

Hold around the chest life gets entangled,

Never want to escape, forgets worries,

Slim long legs, flamingos mirror dancing,

Tiny feet poetic the rhythms dance,

Synchronize with drums, flutes, sitar,

Musical instruments are melodious, notes,

Nine yards of saree silk fabric captivate,

Ankle rings musical, responds in steps,

Your slim frame bends like creeper art,

Eyes eyebrows sparkle, shifting electric,

The lips rose petals smiling inviting,

Why the Creator took all the time to create,

Who knows wished you dance before Him,

Known he plays with his creation bitter,

The playful fun again cries overwhelm,

They dance, ecstatic, before the Unseen,

Devotions bring immense tears, His smiles,

This game stops when He gets tired,

Drowsy state reclined to throne searches,

O' dream girl, your angelic appearance,

Vibrate every nerve, the music enchanting,

Loves God, profound His creation,

Immaculately dressed, ornate in gold,

Jewelry, gems, bangles, armbands,

Waist rings chime at every movement,

The glorious hymns praising the Almighty,

Sleeping the Creator, comfortable and calm,

Peace on earth, peace to living beings,

Peace in the skies, peace in space,

Peaceful animal kingdom and birds.

Peaceful, obedient ocean marine lives,

Peaceful rivers, greens, mountains,

No peace among the human race drain,

Disturbs the God this race disobeys,

Disrespected you divine is your beauty,

Enact falsely the creation subjugated,

Force you to dance before him a threat,

Wounded, bruised, hurt, you weep,

Resounds your crying the nature earth,

Darkness within the mind, fearful lit a candle,

Looking glass in the dark mind spectral,

Tells me everything images pass slowly,

Begging the Almighty, save us, I plead,

Forgive this human cruelty protects her,

May the race melt into oblivion love is forever.

 

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra    

Title of Poem: Looking Glass

Themes: God created women, abused

Date: 23rd January 2023, Cuttack

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PRIMA FACIE

 

PRIMA FACIE

 

Driving the car in the early hours in speed,

Catch the first flight for the conference,

Invited the guest to give a talk tomorrow,

Must reach in advance to log into the hotel,

Check the venue, time slot, arrangement,

While driving, thoughts were floating,

Surprised at the flyover, a young woman,

Just walking on pavement if imbalanced,

Seeming to fall down but pushing ahead,

Lo, the rail line below had a suspicion,

It banged in my head to a halt, halted soon,

Possibly this young lady trying to jump,

Braked the car to the side, ran towards her,

She was heavy, pregnant, uncontrollable,

Very sick, in a fragile state collapsed on my chest,

Still conscious asked, why you blocked me,

She wished to jump the bridge to die,

Her face was so sad, heavy eyelids to faint,

Got angry, impolite, warned her it was a crime,

Protested to her not to commit a mistake,

Her sudden smiles mocking to her life,

Bluntly confided, she shouldn't need it,

It was the flight time to miss if delayed,

Forcefully lifted her, took her to the airport,

Deposited to local police conveyed to,

They send her to a hospital immediately,

Caught the flight in time but was disturbed,

This attractive young girl was attempting,

The topic of the talk was a crisis to tackle,

Delivered the points solutions returned,

All the time at the back of the mind tense,

Couldn't get her name and address cause,

Back at home city dashed for the hospital,

Met her and her newborn baby, delivered,

She stabilized herself, was sober, obliged,

Thanked a lot for saving her life firm foot,

Sat near her holding her palms, asked,

To pat hospital dues, she denied firmly,

She was in service, financially stable,

Can pay all the expenses help not required,

The baby, a son in fine shape, healthy, and fair,

Before being questioned, she admitted suspicion,

Could not find her lover, her boyfriend,

The youth missed her before the court marriage,

She felt youth betrayed her, in distress,

Replaced her word as depressed mind fails,

This depression is the killer that motivates,

Hundreds die only on this point wrong,

Serious crime to self-destroying life, futile,

Most precious human life only to face,

It needs a spine of steel, cold nerve rigid,

Trouble mount horror fear factor crush,

Calm, only calm mind dear, quiet, steady,

Found a tear trickled, she caught, wiped it,

Smiled, smiled now hold my hand,

Uncle, I am sorry, feeling ashamed, forgive,

No more boyfriend, my husband is here,

He met a minor accident and failed to meet,

It was my fault realized a lack of trust, wrong,

He dashed to the hospital has seen his baby,

Once released from bed, we shall marry,

But why uncle, you sent me to maternity,

Dear child, fatherly to you, your prima facie,

Could well guess the time your delivery.

The prima facie kissed the baby smiled and left.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Prima Facie ( Fiction)

Themes: Crisis comes, life wins the day

Date: 23rd January, Cuttack

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SEASONS

 

SEASONS

 

Writes about a life fascinated searches,

There will be plenty of luxury comfort,

Drives mind thoughts, continuous flow,

Dreaming seasons rotate, changes occur,

How beautiful flora and fauna attract,

Ornate worth floral season spring ushers,

Blossoms entice the heart, get wanderlust,

Seduces fragrant wildflowers colors host,

How the meadows turn greenish grass fields,

Butterflies get wild among flowers a sight,

Honey bees make humming sound busy,

Collects honey this season weather cozy,

Gentle sunlight, the warmth visible lovely,

Dreams comfortably leisurely state past,

Winter came, tortured a lot, chilling spine,

The cold wind, empty roads at night,

Hidden life warmth near the hearth light,

Life finds confined chooses home warned,

There was snowfall in the hills, a cold wave,

Earth changes to a canopy of white color,

The sun rays over the snows love the decor,

New Year season just around the corner arrives,

Summer, the months of festivals, life thrives,

The bumper crops, happy time, celebratory,

People joined for the color festival, Holi,

Once harvesting is over blister hot sun,

Parched lips, dry throats demanding,

Water gets scarcer worth watching village,

Miles village women walk collected pitchers,

The river water turns blue serpentine thread,

Boating berths empty people walk across,

The gardens orchard attracts everybody,

The bud has come mango trees scent,

The smell of ripened jackfruits, guava rope,

More soothing the shades under trees,

Why do people feel the visible mirth singing,

Offer the creator plenty of fruits, sweets,

The sweet water saucy juice mixture,

Drinking children youths dancing joyfully,

Come June, weeks after the squall visit,

Erases hot and humid life profusely sweat,

The cold showers, icy wind hailstones,

The early symbol indicates monsoon is nearer,

It rains, rains only for a few days incessantly,

Night comes, walk in the street, toads rant,

The white music by raindrops trendy pool,

Romantic mood, automatic, aroused soaks,

The sound disturbed me, thought thunder,

Light the balcony felt the lightning.

Got up and called my granddaughter,

Grandpa, please cover the shawl, cold,

Realized, it is evening she gave me my stick,

She invited me to down-floor coffee is hot,

Hold my hand lead through the staircase,

Late evening if my life weathered seasons,

No more throb thrill, excitation calm,

Nostalgic seasons change January noticeably,

Watching Cricket fever in the country,

Dinner time when over, sleep till dawn,

Leave the notebook my pen inked vision.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Seasons

Themes: Arrival of summer

Date: 21st January 2023, Cuttack

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CONNECT

 

CONNECT

 

Once upon a time, happens to be a chick,

Cries of this baby reverberated alarmed,

The entire family knew the baby, hungry,

Soiled the cloth limbs smeared less angry,

There was the mother cleaned you well,

Feed from her breasts smiles quell,

The giggling playful arms and legs, a sight,

The tiny one once started crawling was news,

The day child walks  celebration at home,

Calling papa Mama the musical rare to find,

It was this youth, Big Bird, that fled,

Wings wide, he spread happily left a shore,

The shore of the home grew up, studied,

Earned awards after awards certificates,

The civilized world embraced this soul,

Do earn, do learn, be born as a citizen,

The soil, today missing dearly wind and water,

The grain field golden shed waving sad,

The greeneries hill mountain cast sorrows,

Left children her soil flight above oceans,

Nested in far-off countries, prospered well,

The people noticed migrants wise dwell,

Time watched everything, silent witness,

Eternal music is time, story hundreds,

Back at home, the woman's hair is graying,

Whitish patches increasing life depict,

Wrinkles now visible, limbs tired but quiet,

Deep within her heart, still burning love,

My child, my child, his name exceeds,

What exceed dear human than Allah,

More than Jesus, Lord, Krishna but dear,

Exists in this life to pray for safety, security,

Worship sharp on the birthday of her child,

Prays now to the unseen Lord for his long life,

Never demanding, less tell her service,

Love, only glowing love alive subtly touch,

Come on baby, an adult now feel strong,

An established man confident so wrong,

The blood flowing in your vein her gift,

Forgot the umbilical cord connects the navel,

The womb, once sheltered for nine months,

Allowed the baby to travel the globe,

Urban modern life O' busy, extremely busy,

Works day and night to fight for the future,

Promotion, bright career, money, golden,

What not I achieved in life ego boasting,

Applaud children and sweet darling,

Gifts plenty showered hugged family,

Today this man fell sick, fevers rising,

The disease is less severe bedridden for a week,

Dead of the night, wake up suddenly,

Surprised, silent night, home is in darkness,

All switches switched off his wife sleeping,

Who made him get up surreal,

Next dawn, his wife answered him,

You were shouting Ma, Ma, Ma, continuous,

Thought you were dreaming she slept,

Not slept in another part of the globe,

Someone profusely sweating got up,

Her worried face trembling every fiber,

Connect with the cord, dear human,

From the navel to early home, the womb!

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Connect

Themes: Connects the umbilical cord

Date: 20th January 2023, Cuttack

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SENTIMENTAL

 

SENTIMENTAL

 

Wake up a new day in this life welcome,

Freshness visible physical thrill entice,

Cold winds, absent, shivering the spine,

Still, enjoyable, profusely sunrays spray,

On the balcony, a rose plant today is bright,

A red rose big smile, attractive influences,

Look for a few seconds, pensive a life glows,

How fragrant, beautiful hypnosis with act,

Live up to the moment capable, transform,

Gloomy eyes fascinated entangled captive,

Happy today my first sight, the bright rose,

The entire day was singing, friends gossiping,

What happened to this guy smiling a lot,

Concentrated on my work, was attentive,

Forgot the morning, energetic, lovely time,

Conferences, meeting with people define,

Work is the source of income, staying happy,

Money, if far better than rose, hopes swell,

How many thoughts flow, continuous,

To build a beautiful house, a garden, big,

Collects selected furniture assets many,

Gadgets flooding the market tempting,

Plan to travel to scenic places, meet nature,

Lose for some time, relaxing, rejuvenated,

Reengaged to work, work, and work only,

Tours diary crowded reports to type,

Part of the business, modern age, run and run,

Respite, less desired career, big promotion,

Kept my pen in my pocket, watched the time,

Quite late at night still, caution catch a train,

That day I penned my diary being emotional,

How much difficulty did I face to get this job,

The study for a few percentage crumples life,

The body, like a rock statue, looked results,

Thank god, passed, looked behind,

A few were sobbing, biting their lips,

Streaming tear and shattered dream emotions,

Visible that day, sneaked out of the group,

Envy crept into me to capture a good job,

Never looked back at my friends, parents,

Less shared life with brothers, sisters,

My life posed a magnificent vision join,

Join dear selected to the stream unique,

That your fate, luck, and fortune waits,

Just dedicate your life to gold piling,

Enjoy your life, all pleasures waiting,

Slept that day perfectly, with tired limbs,

Next dawn, it was electric ran to the balcony,

The rose got pale, cold frosted bite all,

A few petals have fallen to the ground floor,

The fragrance pink aura, missing, I collect,

Surprised I was crying the death of a flower,

Sentimental the beautiful life ended,

Compared to my life, I was speechless,

What? what I did, performed, successful,

Then, a simple rose captured my heart,

Whom did I did served, my parents, we siblings?

Gave comparable pleasure joy of a rose,

Was my life that fragrant I live my day,

Fallen as this flower, people will cherish,

The sentiment that never touched chained,

Emotions past lesion messages are hidden,

Sentimental a soul, a rose petal in hand,

Found my life moving amid dreary sand!

 

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Sentimental

Themes: Significance of a rose

Date: 13th January 2023, Cuttack

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ANIMATE

 

ANIMATE

 

Socking the gruesome sight crowded,

Billowing dark fumes, tongues of fire,

Burning the high-rise building houses,

Loud cries of people at height waving,

The specter pleading for help saving a life,

Who are you uniformed men daring,

Fighting sparing own life rises on a ladder,

Pour water jet through windows, balconies,

Enters into smoking windows daredevil,

High apartment lives choked unconscious,

No way to come down life closed,

Staircases engulfed by fire confined,

Clueless trying to jump to death,

The wrong choice to save life fail decision,

Just this moments enter these men,

Lifts limbs drained out of energy,

Through rope ladder platform rescue,

Hours of these horrible scene fight,

Continues till the deathly inferno off,

Extinguished the fire, charred lives,

Devastated families, horrible death occur,

A life that matters a few seconds save,

The blackened faces burning eyes search,

Recover senseless, dying children, babies,

Spine chilling actions wordless achieve,

The saga of firefighters amid ruins,

Crawl among amber, intense heat,

The action final, end operations, back,

A big megapolis explosions miles away,

Fire and black smoke touches the sky,

Destroyed adjacent buildings, traffic,

Cordon off the entire crowd, danger zone,

Bystander observes people agitated,

Burning people within the fuel station,

Shouting excited pushing the rope,

Blocked by these death-defying men,

Cool, and calm, highly trained,

Managing irate crowd make way,

Let the vehicles firefighter move in,

Fire extinguishers spray chemicals,

A more dangerous place may explode,

Trembles me they walk through smolder,

Fight the operation nerve-wracking,

The toxic fume, heat, live working,

A few days the hell fire put-off now,

Leaves devastation, destruction,

A few lives were lost, wounded rescued,

Savior of human life unlisted,

News, how many survived, property saved,

These brave men disappear like a ghost,

Look at them have worried families,

Purposefully children kept out of father,

It happens such savior succumbs,

Wait, family desperate heard the news,

Sacrificed the life, not at war field,

But saving own people in dire threat,

No way means the job, skill, and courage,

Tearful inks saluting immortal spirits,

Walking on a road footpath traffic jam,

Listen to blaring sirens speeding cars,

Divided the road to the side, opens fast,

Blocked green signals to halt let fire-men,

The men in helmet stand ringing the bell,

The eyes of people viewing them,

Standstill on a footpath, drivers notice,

I found these faces animate unique,

Rarely I saw these hopeful eyes sparkle,

Praying for their spirit salute bravery,

Animate the air fast and quick happen,

Lingers deep gratitude a fire has shaken

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Animate

Themes: Firefighters an enigma

Date: 19th January 2023, Cuttack

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