JUNCTION

 

JUNCTION

 

Far from the west meets the eastern line,

Railways that connect people well,

East meets west amalgamates culture,

Lifestyle, eating habits, and cuisines differ,

The people host of language linking,

Migrates youth old like vice and versa,

Livelihood paramount adopts places,

Often pay revisits home reunites kin,

Students move for education distantly,

To and fro, life begins till the end in service,

The junction worth watching is large,

Dozens of platforms linked by over-bridge,

The staircases link to the flyover platforms,

Busy sight people are running with luggage,

The maze complex every hour arrives train,

The departure platform number announces,

People are perplexed, confused, wrong,

Catch the flyover, desperately move soon,

Language less understood mobile help,

The best sight is a red dress, understand,

Guides travelers to the right places in time,

Carries the luggage on head easily balanced,

Take more luggage on back speed past,

A train arrives, enters to coaches handle bags,

Shows unknown travelers a path to exit,

Dawn to dusk and reversed duty endless,

Bone tired quits silently to home a tin shed,

One room place sleep, cook and rest,

Happy is the person, meet unknowns always,

Accompanies them, delivers goods,

Get his dues for gets soon faces look another,

The oval brass badge with the number tied,

Tied to left arm certified for authority,

Meager income but exceptional service,

Weary traveler hasty finds solace meets train,

Get down in time, catch a rented car, bus,

The help of this person calms a tense mind,

The junction, crowded day and night,

In the wee hours, announce the arrival, slept life,

Wakes up sleepy passengers, helps to board,

Nobody thanks such a helping hand to pay a few,

Ah, the narration of a coolie, his world nit,

Confined to the railway stations bound,

Help plying trolleys from goods carriage,

The postal bags and parcels faithfully get paid,

The parting of dear ones, tearful emotions,

Awestruck  children at the engine, if a monster,

The hissing sound thrills terrified a little,

Wide-eyes life, a bud, watch the traffic,

Less can estimate the periphery of a dream,

Starting endpoints of a big world exist subtle,

Years and years, generations crawl here mystic,

The person in the red shirt knows commuter,

The man, polite, sober, and gentle, is missing today,

His world is over departed, but I notice,

A youth with red color dress first time,

Joins this world of junction today promptly,

I sat on a bench, a lonely platform knew well,

Acquainted for my life, loved this junction,

Like a ghost, at late night leaving my home,

A final look at the station to live with son, travel.

 

 Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Junction

Theme: highlight the railway porter,

Date: 12th December 2022, Cuttack

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INTRUSIVE

 

INTRUSIVE

 

A mute witness observed very closely,

Found solace in your presence a lot,

Instrumental, your encouragement.

I could rebuild my life from downfall,

Frustration shadowy covered mind,

Depressed  felt very lonely befriends,

Wanted to trust someone reliable too,

Betrayed by own blood and kin, sadly,

Opening my heart loved at first sight,

I know you have different aspirations,

Uniting in life inconceivable understood,

Your ambition a mission in life differed,

We parted, promised to be close friends,

Later part of life, I found great solace,

In testing times, troubled and clueless.

You listened to owes hours late at night,

Your crisp pointed solutions inspired,

Invaluable gains strength to face dawns,

Never I became intrusive to your life,

You were as if a mirror watching me,

Where are your images virtual,

 It answers me, always when I inquiry,

Knows to telephone only to talk,

Never asked you to see each other,

Discuss our lives, exchanging facts,

That was a promise you left the country,

The story is unique in both trust,

It was after midnight you called me,

That was the call from you surprised,

You are coming home with the child to meet,

Requested to be the caretaker if not adopted,

Continued not to ask further waited,

Know we trust, for a long, I assured you,

You met me later, handed over her,

Shining eyes probing me, willing to stay,

The dot between eyebrows and bangles,

Missing noticeable, your black hairs,

She didn't answer and fled silently abruptly,

Blocked her in front, curious and concerned,

Angry rudely, I retort, neither you nor her,

Stay with me, do not allow you both,

Pulled her with the girl to my home,

Sat near to her and told her, never tonight ask,

Have dinner, sleep well both,

Tomorrow we shall decide on future actions,

One question, you are not married yet,

I confirmed, single and unmarried.

Why I retort, you are intrusive,

Obeyed me, had dinner, both slept,

The next day, I took them, adopted the girl,

Declared to court as her father signed,

Pale was my friend's face, hold,

She signed as her mother, born abroad,

Her journey abroad for a higher degree,

Her daughter is the result of the relationship,

The co-student got married and fled,

Orphaned my deed, never forgiven,

The next day we both got court marriage,

Manicured her forehead with vermilion,

Gold bangles inserted into slim hands,

She was crying, sobbing silently.

 

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Intrusive( Fiction)

Theme: Parallels meet at the horizon

Date: 12th December 2022, Cuttack

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CREDENCE

 

CREDENCE

 

I was listening to your stories,

Opened the heart, everything in detail,

The heart is the chamber that stores,

Keeps everything well immaculately,

Those can overwhelm, chamber open,

Frequented by the mind promotes thoughts,

Excites these memories reality visible,

Lives the spirit tortured gains faith,

Trust, well, the dawn will change a life,

The unexpected result that shatters,

Cause for the collapse of dream castles,

Far worse, reality crumbled to dust,

This life is a miracle to survive and sprout,

When presumed a demise, missing,

Out of oblivion returns alive often,

Heart stores memories forgotten freeze,

Astonishment lurks in eyes spellbound,

How come, impossible, you have come,

Live, hard to reject the ghost for you,

Mind searched excitedly, heat melts,

Memories flash again, and life is rebuilt!

The truth is that is born must die surely,

No question of a miracle ever life return,

Never sprouts a pair of green leaves,

From a charred wood in water and light,

Destines to disintegrate life experiences,

Death, departure, separation, or is lost,

Painful intolerable heart stores dutifully,

The dark chamber prevents light,

Locked well thought can never assess,

Listened to surprising explanations,

Elaborated unfortunate life tolerated,

A bowl of smelling rice, salt his living,

Thatched roof of straws decayed open,

Use to see the moon and sun in the room,

Still accommodated life rain percolates,

Reality life is not a bed of roses,

No television, car, or furniture is costly,

Convinced the rebellious heart,

Not to grumble frustrated enough,

Accepts the pain of lacking a modern life,

Fumes at the wretched life hateful,

God deprives good health attractive,

Better job affluence materializes,

Good food, dresses, assets, and goods,

An illiterate woman attached parasite,

All in life wanted a son failed miserably,

My avalanche of patience busts,

Covered like advancing snows quickly,

Stop those hallucinations forthwith,

Establish credence on your ground,

Everything is false contempt unfounded,

His angrily outburst is worth watching,

Credence for the heart, suspect,

Foolish, egoist, and ignorant,

You have a thatched-roof cottage,

There is a street life, destitute, singing,

Had food, there are hundred hungry,

Not a morsel for a few days dying,

You moan for appealing figure dresses,

Gadgets that proudly can be displayed,

There is a handicapped, blind, deaf exists,

A mute still aspiring for life accepts,

There is a woman childless you have one,

The parasite you mean help you,

When you are sick, her glass of water,

That can save you, but know,

Credence your heart says is a trickster,

I quit suddenly and never looked back.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Credence

Themes: Heart on false ground

Date: 9th December 2022, Cuttack

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PLETHORA

 

PLETHORA

 

 

Here is a family continental apart,

Flourished for two generations settled,

Talented members, doctors, engineers,

The family of each individual member grew,

Settle in nearby and distant cities,

Keep communication, unites one yearly,

Remember, root an ancient land,

Forefathers migrated for job menial,

Prospered, got free, cherished the soil,

Loved the adopted country acquainted,

The air, water, landscapes  chained,

The alien culture, language, lifestyle,

Went into the blood domicile stories,

Forgotten the land that belongs to them,

Theirs exist a small village nameless,

Obscurity poetic unbelievably paradise,

Living an idealistic woman iconic,

Approaching a century, still in fine shape,

Remember everything, children,

Comfortable in a beautiful mansion,

Attendants, the doctor serves

Lives with a grandkid in love and care,

Treated as a goddess worshipped,

Contacts her children overseas,

Another group of children lives in Europe,

Family of writers, architects, business,

Wealthy affluent a few generations,

Branched out to neighboring countries,

Settled with children got nationality,

European by now linked to her,

Never saw her in person, heard a lot,

Heard about the paradise the abode,

One son traveled to Africa, is living there,

Five sons and three daughters grew up,

Got married, have families business,

Gems  export hospital chain lifeline,

Flourished in decades, got nationality,

Citizens of these countries, globetrotters,

The octogenarian lady has a son,

Stays in her country in a city settled,

Educationist, his six sons, professors,

Two are with their father rest migrated,

Their families are established,

Rarely ever visit the grandmother,

Hundreds of invitations from the world over,

She is magnanimous, politely refuses,

 Keeps track of hundreds of families,

Their children keep in contact, surprised,

Far off from their land, there is a home,

An ancient land, an unknown village,

The beauty of nature, from the book, is stark,

Sparsely populated village life is serene,

Spellbound in their ancestral language,

The culture, dresses, customs, and fantasy,

Festivals inspiring Holi, Diwali, Dussehra,

The folk dance tune drum flute is thrilling,

Awakened a lot of curious links with the lady,

Her picture is in every family home,

Kids look for questions imprinted on their eyes,

Pilgrimage just started now and then,

Circulated picture, video, recording,

World over circulated instantly liked,

You are our relative blood elation,

The mainland linked on lips to continents,

Her children, grandkids, great grand ones,

Nearing a few hundred think relatives,

The astonishing aspect, the title stays the same,

Living on the planet virtually strangers,

On the occasion of her hundredth birthday,

International visitors homing pointed,

The festive atmosphere from the news hidden,

Dense forest hilled circled the village,

Each visitor looks other hypnotized,

You are in Europe, Africa, and America!

Oh my God, ancestral blood links,

The plethora is disbelieving,

The reality is incredible, Ma.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Plethora

Theme: Expanding blood links

Date: 7th December 2022, Cuttack

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SIGNAL

 

SIGNAL

 

Saves life, red signal warns brightly,

Behind the wheel brakes the car,

Watch alert red light glows,

Chose risk your life moving ahead,

Loves soul separate for my activity,

Immune to my rabid attractions,

Impassionate toward acute desire,

Blind to the intense lust harbors,

The mind plays a game, lifelong naughty,

Such infinitesimal urge hidden exists,

Arouses mind trickster alluding, wicked,

Contemplated such moments love,

Life, if not, faces a square confused,

Proceed forward straight red to rest,

Glowing green light safe drive clear,

Bewilder often soul goads move forward,

Never says, silent for left or the right,

Clashed with heavy vehicles, rock,

Fell into gorge destroyed and burnt,

Rub my forehead lost in my thought,

Self deeds if not bring to the debacle,

Inver vision indicates red light warns,

Intrusive mind captures heart cruel,

Pushes to the brink, no opportunity,

Disaster happen suddenly invited,

Like numerous accidents happen,

Crossing signal red light warning,

Human life is similar path warns,

Confusion in the foreseeable future,

Bifurcate solution trifurcate mind,

The square perplexes state thinks,

Write my life these squares came,

Education career retirement faced,

Where to move left or right or ahead,

Not possible to back out were options,

Left was active life pleasure-seeking,

Leisure comfort luxury unlimited,

Mock the burnt mantle and proceed,

Red light is glazing silent aware of,

The gas mantle will fall off consequently,

Life path ends ultimately sorrowful,

Last moment realize duties, incomplete,

An accident takes life in a split second,

Never life get aware of the end coming,

Here dying moments pain tenfold,

Repentance gives no scope to return,

Forward green light shows equanimity,

End the in-proximity amber light,

Fears mind tries to flee, red light shows,

Go ahead O' wise twilight green light,

The soul is deathless, a butterfly in the noon,

By dawn, sight is fallen, another in wings,

The world is intoxicant, colorful is blossom,

Wild by now lost eluded savor life,

This path body quietly calms the mind,

Serenity, thoughts acquire sings master,

Green is safe, serene, divine pleasure,

Feel this motion rhythmic yet eternity,

A straight line expansive, beginning or end,

None can guess this line green signals,

Move right, amber light, pray, and pray,

Read about him, your experience sing,

Write his glories observed astonished,

Proceed slowly after the sinking sun, think,

Think of the master you accomplished,

Pray to be forgiven for wrongdoings,

Ask nothing as only his wish to play,

A toy in his hand falsely believed you,

I, me, mine all melts ether man fights,

Cry before him, realized master loves,

Infinite compassion his child forgives,

Shows the green light to the soul wings,

Gets freedom at liberty to merge,

With eternal luminescence in space!

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Signal

Theme: signal indicates in the path of life

Date 6th December 2022, Cuttack

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VENERABLE

 

VENERABLE

 

The community feels fortunate to have him,

Extraordinary achievement is a doctor,

Meticulously moves surgical knife blade,

Smoothly breaths the doctor, still nerve,

Stands for hours, spine bending the same,

Moved not in positions attention focused,

Bright light electric bulb lamp direct,

Flooding light over open stomach ribs,

Blood covers plastic gloves he cleans,

A knife moves delicately ultra cautiously,

Unwanted flesh and tissue are taken out,

The thread with needle sutures promptly,

A senseless, still body lies on a table,

Oxygen mask, saline, medicine dripping,

Checks the gadget of a scanner in lines,

Deciphers watchful eyes, attentive,

Waits finally cleaned the body inert,

Stay motionless, unconscious long,

Till the anesthesia exist,

Sometimes after a pinch, it responds,

The room, with aprons blood splattered,

A nurse and medic present obey orders,

The doctor left in haste, the wee hours,

The whole night six hours, the table was busy,

The heart and fingers eyes worked,

His books of knowledge, skill added,

The operation that saves thousand,

Doctor visits everyday watch smiles,

Satisfied he defeats straight line,

The monitors stay wavy, beating links,

Synchronized, it is a symphony of life,

His divine hand provided a rebirth,

So many male females on the table,

Linked each to a separate world,

Dying patient tearful husband, wife,

Crying children, parents, neighbors,

Returns happiness to their lives,

The doctor sutured dissipating hopes,

Hopes to renew lives unspoken,

Emotive aspects speechless spellbound,

Few price doctor takes the cost of a life?

The aspect I have seen Him,

Banished him life comforts, fame, gold,

Less wished the applause decided,

There is another world in this world,

Tribal, rural hinterland cut off totally,

From the facility of hospital doctors,

There moans a pregnant woman,

Complicated state emergency dying,

Watching clueless family waits for death,

No oxygen, electricity, medicines,

A child fell from a tree and injured his head,

An octogenarian with fever and acute pain,

The serenity of life is pure, innocent, accepted,

Surprisingly never complain about lacking,

Socked wide-eyed, a doctor adopted,

The jungle mountain circled,

Pristine river flowing blue water shiny,

Verdure is unbelievably hypnotizing,

Voluntary opened a brick clinic,

Solar panels ample electricity equipment,

Sufficient medicine operation room,

Consulting annex room has few beds,

No one to assist, a staff nurse,

Living there for months saved hundreds,

Village after village thinks of him as God,

Worships the venerable one unique,

I read the news, the community knows,

Know the public disbelieves venerable!  

 

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Venerable

Theme: a doctor serves rustic life

Date: 5th December 2022, Cuttack

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