EVALUATIVE

 

EVALUATIVE

 

Essay life scripts are invisible,

Mind dictated all along neatly,

How often the heart was rebellious,

Protesting spirit paralyzing limbs,

Grumbles life desires intensity,

Promoting anger in veins rushing,

Unwilling to leave sweet home,

Leaving the better half longer cruelly,

Somber, her pale face hiding tears,

The half-ajar bedroom looked silently,

Her eyes pointed transfixed, staring,

Matching eye ball to eye ball a second,

Devastated, heartbroken, evaded now,

Unblinking, her bright eyes signaled,

Communicating a thousand messages,

Don't leave dear, sweet home at all,

Look at children understand, sadly,

Know their father leaving for a long,

Longing desperately for cancellation,

Intolerable absence of Papa sobbing,

Controlling their best crying frigid,

Opened the front door was raining,

Summer is leaving rain clouds,

The entire sky turned dark and dampened,

The street is submerged under water,

Not a pedestrian visible or traffic,

Carried heavy luggable on the back,

Fearing not to look behind, leave quickly,

Knew heart melt, to watch kids,

That was a sad evening got soaked,

Walked miles to pick up the bus,

Hundreds of miles away got a job,

Assured of good income, best luck,

Realized earnings can change fate,

From abject poverty to a luxurious life,

Never thought of self-comfort,

Children will be lucky to get an education,

Dreaming children will be officers,

Wished should not be a cycle mechanic,

Let not daughter be a domestic worker,

Her progress in her study offers opportunities,

She will be educated, wealthy, working,

Her husband is a handsome man,

Reputed family well-known accept,

Felt tears on the bus thinking,

Must leave my shop for good,

Work in the distant city get plenty of,

Wife no more will work at houses,

For domestic-servant, a tag will be erased,

She will cook food well, feed children,

Get new dresses for her and the kids,

The home will have a television, fridge,

Cooking gas kitchen new life,

Electricity fan electric light,

Children will be reading comfortably,

Plenty of books, paper, utilities,

No problem with school fees to attend,

That was an evening mind rock solid,

Refused pleading heart protesting soul,

Decades after expressing my surprise,

Both children are studying in cities,

Papa, we need money send please,

His wife is alone now in her home,

Leaving the job kids employed,

A pension that can sustain life,

Knocked on the front door surprised her,

Stunned to find me in front,

Told everything decisions evaluative,

Let rest of our life in peace with care,

Support her slim frame, tender limbs,

Help her a life decent and quiet,

Life itself evaluative time dictate.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Evaluative

Themes: Family life contemplative

Written: 22nd June 2023, Cuttack

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WHISPERS

 

WHISPERS

 

 

Remember the golden name of the people,

The sub-continent outpour love,

Flood the reminiscences of freedom,

Song millions of tearful eyes respect,

National anthem of twin countries,

Sing your inks overwhelms uniting.

Teenage, we read innumerable stories,

Heart touching linger for life long,

Left the consequences of life in society,

Generations ponder about stories,

Left purposefully to the reader well,

Humanity poses questions in myriad forms,

Who sales bangles find the widow,

Floods in the Ganges swept a child,

Life not only waits for the news but reader,

Hundreds of stories and study books detail,

Enchanting across all age stories,

Life passed sweetly with Rabindra Sangeet,

Walking in the evening marrow lanes,

Kolkata inspires with the songs sweetly,

Practices a people's favorite fascinating,

Inspire the ancient country in recent times,

Remain united O people forget divisions,

The cast creed religion stone wall divide,

The freedom safe secured people united,

Innumerable poems quick fix fractures,

Light up the faces of mistrusted minds,

Smilingly hugging different communities,

The conviction belief inks inspiring,

National flags of both countries profess,

Stay united to ensure freedom, equality,

The poet is becoming immortalized,

Searched divine Gurudev his story,

Lord whispered in his dream to visit,

Lord will come by a chariot, and he waited,

The leather smith was shouting loudly,

His focus was on the road and trolleys,

In the darkness got a reply from the Lord,

I came as a leather smith but ignored,

Every living being is my abode I reside,

The seer got the grace of the Lord he dreamed of,

Paradise he silently dreams, and a cottage,

Lord invites him to be his home,

The mortal remains he left here is living soul,

Bow nation's head in respect to the time,

His spirit descended on the land in a chain,

His poems, stories, and books are living,

His pen can play wonder astonishingly,

The wind blows in the mind of the reader gently,

Springs get alive reader is dreaming,

River Padma and Bhagirathi enliven sight,

The water-air fabric of society is distinct,

Local legends, myths, call of Kabuliwala,

Biwa Bharati great university propagates,

Whispers of Kabuliwala as if real,

Thakur painted the picture of still walking,

In myriads of narrow roads of Kolkata.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Whispers

Themes: Birth anniversary of Tagore

Shared: 9th May 2023, Cuttack

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HARD SELL

 

HARD SELL

 

 Just watch the phoenix once rose,

Shinning at the zenith of the landscape,

Far above in the sky, atop a peak,

The silhouette brilliantly inspires,

High above the mundane crowd stays,

Alone, solitary figure adorned by people,

Who was he left his young wife, parents,

Left bros and sis at home with no remorse,

Empty were hands, roving across hills,

Mountain track river banks observing,

Watching the mysterious time in silence,

Solitude with little bread and water,

Roving, among greens, despise worldly life,

Detached from gold family bond friends,

Met the saint once surrendered begging,

Allow me the monkhood dying to adhere,

The enlightened sage could foresee the future,

Knew the time printed on his forehead,

The destiny of a great people billion plus,

Born only to liberate life from the morass, the mass,

The bearded youth is not for realization,

To pass the entire life searching for truth,

Destiny scripted the resurrection of people,

A sacred book, a few cottons dress his asset,

To move the length and breadth of the land,

To mingle with people, their living, stories,

Perceive through destiny's third eye,

Learn from them their voice aspirations,

Summarized into wholeness experience,

Percolate effulgence of divine energy,

To mold every issue, poverty, disease, death,

Uprooted young buds to fathom the reason,

The celibate heart impassioned to power,

Strength of grassroots, mind, humble spirit,

Destined to be a grass of twin blades,

Decision and action fight like a grass resurrect,

This phoenix today is the embodiment,

That the enlightened sage saw in a vision,

Behind him, the aura of destiny,

Time will empower his commands,

To salvage the poor mass fractured people,

Decimate animosity, hatred, and violence exist,

His voice will be a smoldering effect,

Hard sell the ancient glories of the land,

Brutally massacred by invaders, aliens,

Time swept under the grave traditions,

Hard sell the pristine culture education,

Hard sell for hygienic, healthy life, study, skills,

Hard sell for equality, liberty from poverty,

Denounces wall between society fight,

Uniting factors to address communities,

Hard sell to the world one-world,

One-earth, save nature, a schedule,

Eliminate carbon menace  to green energy,

Revival of the virtual extinction of humanity,

Plunder the heart of minions praising wildly,

The undisputed leader of the people to serve,

Assets nothing for this man's empty pockets,

Admiration over the globe is phenomenal,

Determined to rebuild ancient land effort,

Mindboggling outcome success surprising,

Opponents hard sell, attempt to stitch,

Dark deeds, condemnations to gain power,

Hard sell on sacred people's court louder,

The fact is lies can't put off the fire of truth.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Hard sell

Themes: Destiny can't be denigrated

Date: 12th February 2023, Cuttack

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SECOND HAND

 SECOND HAND

 

That was the busiest street, lighted,

Flows of traffic, relentless, hypnotic,

Resemblance the lifestream lighted,

Matching color spectrum myriad mind,

Urban-human intoxicated, hues mingle,

Infect city noise, bustling with people,

Crowded malls, hotels, bars, restaurants,

Eateries, exotic, aromatic, magnetic pull,

The evening covering dense mist weaves,

Thickening family bond fluorescent homes,

The laughter, fun, roars of hearty invitations,

Uniting people at home from hard work,

Tired limbs demanding to relax calmly,

Quiet fountains of love spring forth,

Escaping out of windows music, gossip,

A bystander  resembles a ghost looks,

Vanished in a few seconds a few days after,

Hard to recognize the city, its beautiful street,

No trace of these crowded market buildings,

No trace of high-rise residential blocks,

No traces of narrow lanes once romantic,

Heaps of dust rubbles strewn half hazard,

Evening settles, freezing temperature, dark,

No electricity and a few are sitting huddled,

Watching the bricks and cement slabs topple,

Their families are under the ruins lying,

Never could know living or dead pray,

Wait to be rescued search continues,

Piercing darkness torchlight focused,

Sniff dogs are moving to sense life,

Pokes nose into every crevasse hole,

Paws remove dirt tried hard to detect,

Sensing barks the dog a feeble sound,

Tearing the cement slabs escapes a cry,

Judge rescue teams drilling concrete,

Removes sand and mortar from space,

Pressed in clothes a child's head,

Moving slightly in a small gap, news,

These steel nerves fight tooth and nail,

Come out a little girl alive surrounds local,

The happiness unearthly in disbelief,

The smell of life now realizing stunned onlookers,

A puppy, a few more children, dead bodies,

Scramble these daredevil men to ruins,

Sense, detect, fight to enter, mindboggling,

Time shows humans to sense the aspect,

Life, only life, is so important to rescue,

Accepts the fact survival is most urgent,

The watch tower in a distant city noted,

Ringing the second-hand alerts a sniffing army,

Every second is critical save a life,

The remnants  tomorrow may surprise,

May surprise the world community shaken,

Century's biggest disaster earthquake,

Decades will roll, forgotten, the departed,

Just a sad memory of the past, a tear, and love,

Lost parents, children, relatives in heart,

Life surprises to rebuild the city boulevard,

A new generation has never seen the holocaust,

Only heard and by reading a heart-rending story,

The second hand still ticking impassionate,

Neither in sorrow nor ecstatic but hypnotic,

The lifestreams eternal resurrect again and grows,

The fountain of life pierces a hard-rock flow,

But life notices, but an important aspect,

Today's surviving girl will be a mother,

Cooking aromatic dishes for the family,

Children are singing, making fun,

The evening approached arrived,

Here is her love, handsome husband,

Tired and relaxing at home, sipping wine,

The wine to intoxicate, second-hand chime.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Second Hand

Themes: Every second alert a life waits

Date: 11th February 2023, Cuttack

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PACK OF CARDS

 

PACK OF CARDS

 

When life is asleep comfortable and satisfied,

The country where born once believes,

Most fortunate soul, the birth sacred,

Infinitely beautiful land adds its people,

Hardworking, hardened, believe in the Almighty,

Offered everything a human needs plenty,

Joins the Asia and Europe pristine cultures,

Prosperous people most ancient enamor,

Bustling cities, family, bond very tight,

Peace and happiness ensured progress,

Beautiful boulevards, wide streets intersect,

Magnificent residential buildings, offices,

The architecture traffic busy life exists,

Undertone a great people  less anticipate,

Crowded markets, roads, houses disturbed,

Earth was moving extensively, roaring noise,

Gas lines burst open, caught fire inferno,

A pack of cards reflected, buildings tumbled,

Dust thunderous sounds death announced,

Erasing life in seconds obliterated cities,

Vanished family life in split seconds,

A man watches in horror, family crushed,

A child in the street knows lost parents,

Perished brothers and sisters, elders,

How could in second, become an orphan,

Never believed life could make sharp turns,

Lost family, children, the man, and female,

Numb and mute realizes alone in the world,

Time has snatched everything home, kids,

Male and female passed life on the soil trusted,

Grew up here, the wind, water, food plenty,

Mesmerizing moments, marriage, the birth of a child,

Prayed a lot to Almighty, thanked for land,

To him, or her, the best in the world,

Magic wand, what never asked got in life,

The land provided security, pleasure, peace,

Nature, a rare paradise, hypnotizing one,

World trotters throng every year, enjoying,

The exotic cuisine malls, hotels, lifestyle,

Aromas of life unique for land magnetic,

No more visible, it was sudden, instantly,

Changed to ruins, deathly, silence, cries,

Rubbles in heaps pile up, search people,

Listening cries of children and youth wounded,

Living, utterly living, breathing, and under,

Under concrete slabs, cement, bricks,

Each rescue every second pass noted,

Etching history, an impossible survival found,

The blackened face rescues force in sweat dust,

Tricked hot tears streaming a baby rescued,

Life unharmed under a large pillar, disbelieve,

Life, ever defeat death, rare, patronized,

Pack of cards, families fell instantly,

Homeless, lost members of family stay,

Life romantic, happy, amused, city proud,

Gloomy graveyards lined the streets sadly,

Just at this hour of the holocaust, humanity rise,

Giant aircraft of medicines and rescue teams soar,

Flight after flight mission DOST raised,

The human race is a brotherhood to help,

World over countries pouring into,

Saving crippled, wounded, and dying,

Every second is urgent for searching life,

Rescue round the clock, not help, duty,

Life toppled like a pack of cards to dust,

Survival, recovery, dutiful humans trust.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Pack of Cards

Themes: Turkey earthquake

Date: 9th February 2023, Cuttack

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