ESOTERIC

 

ESOTERIC

 

 

A beast of the modern world, a tag,

 A human ever uses his heart surface,

Scarcely have noticed life with heart,

Urban creatures, whose mind control,

What not passion achieved endlessly,

What not passion devastated dreams,

The concrete towers, roads serpentine,

Mind-boggling showrooms exhibit,

Selling passions prosecute debts,

Flies attracted to light burn as a result,

Borrow and buy, throw the used process,

Dawn infects mind new model rose,

Multitudes of slender female electric,

Their smile, cleavage and long legs invite,

Buy this product, think, enjoy the company,

Working a million savings to mitigate,

Thousand share market avenues wait,

Churns money spinning machine,

A dollar to million next dawn reality,

Chase the catchy products link status,

Woo ah... alas epitomized fame spirally,

Bursts bubble by evening and turn lunatic,

Vagaries of fate hand of these beasts,

Crawling all over the megapolis owed,

Look at hundreds of floors high rise,

Rise in the night sky illuminated,

Behind windows, men are working,

Sun never set in their life light is on,

To earn, to yarn, to learn, expertise,

Getting rich is the obsession objective,

Astonish, the creature faded soon,

Aging disturbing devastates a living,

Yes, that is the time life discovers,

Crept into mind stays in bed long,

Treatment little body responds socked,

The probing self has found a soul clean.

Mute silence is an aspect of life staying,

Life passed yet never encountered,

Realizing the beast changing into a human,

Everything he finds automatic a fact,

Spirits less required dress, automobile,

Little dreamed of wealth, gadgets,

Silently watched the lottery of money,

Borrowing and paying debt long list,

Running after angelic faces fragrant,

Remote extreme remote beyond catch,

The tension, fear, anger, and greed played,

Showed the gateway to hell invitingly,

The spirit was blinking, knew tomorrow,

Knows to escape from a dungeon soon,

The bed tells O human, life is precious,

You squandered this life ever thought,

Serve people help others suffering,

The objective for life, Lord inhabit nicely,

Find the smiles of slum children,

Their innocent smiles lack necessity,

How many goods have you thrown,

A percent could have built some life,

The peace and happiness out of the world,

Your goodies can never provide them,

Relax, take up your mind, fight, life recovers,

Dedicate rest of life purpose manners,

Elixir of life drinks spirit, soul ecstatic,

Follows your soul committed esoteric. 

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Esoteric

Themes: Rarely understand the objective of life

Written: 2nd July 2023, Cuttack

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BROKEN BRIDGE

 

BROKEN BRIDGE

 

 

Intimacy once happened life, intrinsic,

Stimulated energy opulent happiness,

Forgotten feet upon ground ai the air,

Jumping spirit yet shouted at nothing,

Vacantly voiced overjoyed heart freely,

Worth living an insignificant life, lucky,

Every second preoccupied mind sense,

Let not the relationship melt into the air,

Clasped her hand, promised everything,

Middle-class youth educated dreamed,

Dare to dream angelic face disbelieved,

Study success and career enabled today,

Changed unpolished dirt clothes a few,

Dress immaculately, polished differently,

The unruffled dark oily hair, shy face,

Fumbled speaking confidently, remember,

How time-motivated metamorphoses,

Fluency in his utterance, suave and gentle,

Sparkles in his dark eyes were his past,

Still glinting with smiles attractive,

The voice, soft and soothing, introduced,

Talking to his girlfriend confidently,

Secured life plum post salary solvent,

Enough to trap the heart of a young female,

The introduction then discussions,

The thickening friendship's gradual bond,

Engrossed in a talk at restaurants, parks,

The pair in love are seen over the city,

At odd hours on the lonely riverfront,

The girl with an appeasing dress, fragrant,

Trying her best to match the youth,

She gets acquainted with him, informed,

His name village parents status well,

Conveyed her details equally by now,

The bridge has been erected, fascinating,

Growing strong by meeting every odd hour,

A call is ringing at odd hours continuous,

Calls lasting for hours seem never-end,

Growing intimacy families aware of,

The pair now visiting places enjoying,

The bridge is emboldened by trust,

Well understanding each other, nature,

Aware of habits, passion, each harbor,

It has been weeks past a few months,

All of a sudden surprised young man,

His girlfriend proposed marriage soon,

He was happy and agreed to marry,

Alas, the climax collapsed before it started,

The female got foreign service prestigious,

Her family blocked decided to date, time,

Her father got adamant and canceled,

The future of the daughter is visible,

Should not surrender her life, a housewife,

Future prosperity both guaranteed,

Missing girlfriend these days, sadly,

The youth contacted her and said goodbye,

Astonished and she disbelieved,

She is rejected by him, happy,

Socked to see the broken bridge,

Collapsed from both sides, lost pillars,

She came to know about his migration,

Foreign job classy life than family life,

Equally strolled her long future,

He wished her excellent career status,

Speechless, the female in a sock,

Started probing the broken bridge,

Equally aspirant selfish heart spare,

Contemplating her soul and how to share!

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Broken Bridge

Themes: Equally aspirant a couple separated

Written: 2nd July 2023, Cuttack

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SECRETS

 

SECRETS 

 

It was decades ago, our teenage,

Innocent lives unaware of life really,

Far from complex world scrutiny,

Believing nature swallows the mind,

Gossip rumors conversation link,

The unruly mind forgets time, duty,

The culvert while going to school,

Sharing sweets, sour paste together,

Sister was elder a few years senior,

Our lives remember that culvert,

Why do we feel stealing from home,

Share stolen foods licking taste buds,

She enjoys the glint in my eyes,

Keeping secrets, eyes exchanges,

Countless smiles stories are long,

We sleep at a nearby pond and sit together,

Peanuts fried rice mixture packed,

Sister keeps these foods in a school bag,

We share to finish completely return,

Attend our classes, Didi wait for me,

We both maintain coin boxes sealed,

 I deposit more than Didi's gifts a lot,

Quarrel begins my box gets full,

She demands my coins I refuse,

Get threatened on licking secret,

Once I failed to submit homework,

Get caught by the teacher, kneel down,

Sitting in front of the classroom holding ears,

She found me and promised to be silent,

Kissed her, just out of fear, placating,

Bag of secrets we both carry listed,

Retort at her mild threat elaborate,

Next few moments, slugfest was childish,

Quarrel continued the entire night,

Cut off relations innumerable times,

The first one is for me to surrender to her,

Sleep on her lap knowingly in tears,

Pacify her silence and bring out smiles,

She was my teacher and corrected homework,

My passion is to disturb her while she studies,

She shouts at me; I break into laughter,

She runs after me but never catches me, 

Ma and Papa smiling, talked mutually,

Little can I understand, don't know,

Culvert or pond, we sit, she explains all,

Believes her by heart discloses mistakes,

She warns but never exposes me,

Our lives entwined fond each other,

The silk thread Rakhi with sweets,

Wait eagerly for time didi ties in my hand,

Never could understand the subtle meaning,

Grew up, married, established in life,

I broke down the day didi left home,

Hadn't taken food, was crying consoled,

Tols Ma once had to leave her parents,

Met friends, loved parents, my wife,

Have children I love more than soul,

But the sister is in my heart bonded tightly,

The silk thread binding an invisible knot,

Kept her secret lifelong she confessed,

Didi was in love in college silently,

Lost her guts to protest, selected by her Papa,

Her marriage she surrendered reluctantly,

Couldn't gather her courage to tell her Papa,

Kept secret from Ma, and I protested a lot,

She told me a daughter is for family prestige,

Secrets I kept, locked, didi trusts,

She is my sister, friend, and teacher.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Secrets

Themes: Bond between younger brother and sister

Written: 1st July 2023, Cuttack

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A BIRTHDAY

 

A BIRTHDAY

 

Probe life amazingly complex,

Myriads of hope desire index,

Born with no golden spoon,

Birth in a family poor distinct,

Human never chooses wombs,

The creator plays nicely unknown,

Accept birth later understood,

Succumb to reality, adjust well,

Abject poverty a curse enumerate,

The list of suffering pain is longer,

Hunger is perennial without food,

A thatched cottage, mud-walled,

Bamboo and paddy straws roof,

Sleep on a straw mattress, teenage,

In one room, parents, children sleep,

At night moon shines through the roof,

The room is lighted by sun percolates,

If Lord deprived us, siblings sad,

Crumpled our teenage dreams,

Burning utter hope reminds me today,

How much struggle in life but faced,

Successful in studies career found,

Inroad for wealth and fame opened,

Obscure unknown rustic boy no more,

A respected officer with attendants,

A few vehicles, driver, bungalow,

Furnished as life changed luxurious,

Parents with me, brother, sisters,

Relatives scantily recognized us, visiting,

Had in due course family children,

Birthday never could know to celebrate,

Wide circles of friends, kin, neighbor,

Converging gleefully to my residence,

The cake, icing sugar inscribed,

Happy Birthday and name candle lit,

Extinguish the flames instantly matched,

Loud claps praised showered happily,

Every year the moments I hide feelings,

Lived not with cakes but without rice,

This life is decorated with dress positions,

My wife knows me, my heart, holds my hand,

Fight my tears not to embarrass guests,

Not to disturb my children, parents,

The day, with a fine dinner, goodwill,

The man living in this frame remembers,

Wanted to celebrate a birthday alone,

Chance I got to meet a child on the street,

Playing with cycle tire torn clothes,

I thought he was my childhood starkly,

Called him to the footpath and sat together,

He was hungry has not eaten for a day,

Visited his home small hut under a tree,

Arranged groceries, cooked prepared dishes,

The child, his parents his siblings enjoyed,

The aromas touched me to reminisce,

I Jovially revealed my birthday to them,

The whole lot was happy, smiling, noisy,

We sat together on the ground, had lunch,

Sumptuous meal tasty the woman cooked,

Worth watching children's happiness,

Confide a birthday so happy grooved,

Their glittering eyes, smiles etched,

Waited for that day, guest my family missed me,

Passed that day with the child, his siblings,

Back home late at night intimated to my wife,

Understood, she hugged and wished me,

A birthday was a different heart celebrated.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: A Birthday

Themes: Celebrating childhood reminisced

Written: 30th June 2023, Cuttack

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