alive remain we, until grounded,
in depths of soil, as we are rooted.
a moment takes to uproot the base,
dry the leaves of existence, life devastates.
O! Thou! tranquil peace of my heart
I await your presence
soak me by thy shower of fragranced love
utterly in delight, I whisper!
between the breath of mine and thine
dances the pulsating heart
that which once was mine
now adorns as your part!
Look! thine magic worked upon
the mystique feeling is on
like the champa flowers ,
I, as the jasmine statued captivated with your fall…
Age gracefully as, the day
transforms which beautifully
ripens the sky with different hues
while breeze gets pleasant at dusk
after being sultry ,
mature thus like the day which
merges with darkness of night silently
awaiting for the new morn to be dawned
sleeping in its arms gently !
as a veiled maiden deceits…
metamorphoses into various shapes
with exuberant names…
lest anyone finds
the hidden coquette
she overthrows him into the tragic well…
Discontented, ever desiring
innocence burns out in her lusty eyes
she hath destroyed the realms
of peace and love
playing the fiddle to her tunes!
Beware! says the soul
here comes, the enticing queen
do not be her slave
dooms she ,every life…thence,
open your eyes
remove the veil…
tis your journey,
which you undertake
on the lonesome path
for miles before you rest…
afar lies the horizon,
prickly branches near
the sun will scorch your tender skin’
if you aren’t strong and
stand with valour…
lift thy spirits in dark nights
through dense jungles
scary beings of fear and death
shall haunt you
if you don’t have faith ever.
tis your journey,
O! young soul…
traverse on the path
till you touch the blue sky
and finally kiss the stars….
shared I , the melancholic drops
fell which on the blossom of life
drenching my fabric
whence I treasure a casket
of those translucent gems for you.
not before long
they had rolled swiftly
away was the spring of love then,
missed thy ,my gorgeous raindrops
doused which as the early monsoon.
I realize ,how precious you
find them, glittering and shining
preserved , saved thus
the drops melancholic…
An epitome of grace,
as figurine in tribhanga
The ultimate superfluous aura radiates
in the dancing statuette …
on beats pulsating,reverberate which the atoms of air
she steps on earth,kissing the soil of her motherland
with hands folded in a lotus shape,
her fingers offer the love of her heart,
she, the classic danseuse of Konark!
Behind her, wheels of the royal chariot of Sun stand
withstanding years of scorching heat and sordid weather
The rustic sandstone roughens every moment
while her feet thumps in rhythm ,on every beat of the Mridanga!
Echoes the melancholic intense love of Geet Govinda,
sways the sculptured posture like a waving petal…
tenderly mesmerizing the ambience
in every atom of the milieu …
starts the Abhinaya.
What an enchanting sight!
an alluring panorama…
The vista shines in flamboyance
in the ethereal dance
with the myriad hues of heaven…
Tribhanga: Pose of Odissi dance.
Mridanga: Indian drum,
Abhinaya: an Odissi dance form
Geet Govinda: an epic in form of verse written by Jaidev
beneath the surface
when can you see
the soft bosom of delicate care
life with challenges moves on…
yet you are blind to
my revealed …inner self …
how long, how far
shall I strive to carry on
when you still can’t see
my unselfish being!