dkpattanayak Poetry (35)

I feel a friend
(a true friend,
an understanding friend,
a friend who will respect my feelings,
a friend who will follow my path,
a friend who will never
be angry at my mistakes,
a friend who will
forgive my mistakes,
a friend who will
bear with me patiently
during my pains and pleasures,
a calm and cool friend,
who will bring smile
to my aggrieved soul,
a friend who will shine in my life
like the sun in a cloudy day)
is there somewhere with me
to whom I can open my heart
and tell my indescribable innateness;
I believe you are
that friend with whom
the bond of my friendship
will be cemented.

If only I had the choice
To sing like the great Ruffi
Enchanting the hearts of millions
And getting tons of applause!
Wouldn't that be really nice?

If only I had the choice
To attend my friend's birthday,dancing
And singing the night away, and
Rejoicing in my friend's bliss!
Wouldn't that be really nice?

If only I had the choice
To visit the valley green,
Full of chirping birds and howling foxes,
With tossing fields and murmuring springs!
Wouldn't that be really nice?

If only I had the choice
To go to a school for learning
The ABC of life's course
And growing in the ways of the world!
Wouldn't that be really nice?

She walks into my thought like a flash strong;
A new way opened up in the dark night
Leading to her ever present memories along

With the past records; sorrows, pains, joys bright –
Light and shade of moments memorable
Covering the whole range my mind can cite.

She walks into my mind like a warble,
Never such a ballad heard in the past
As is music unseen and audible.

To me only a difference they cast.
The sweet reminiscences of her love
And affection flash upon my mind first

And then from my heart the pains to remove,
I fly with her to her blissful dream cove.

Be you a letter, Oh Kite! For her from me
For you are able to visit the world,
Lies unseen far away, where does live she.

Tell her what stories me she had once told.
Tell her how shy was I in those green days.
Tell her how at present I have been sold.

In this world of money -- so everyone says --
No place to live in; no way to tread on,
Where power and penny matter always.

She lives in the heaven and like the sun
Dazzles with her radiance so brightly.
So tell her over me her grace to rain.

Her blessings if I can receive slightly,
I trust I can manage my way rightly.

After you left, my world not remained same.
Everything changed; everyone changed and then
Everyone started openly to blame

Me that I was very much unshaken;
That I beat you and fought with you. Surely,
You know the truth, for you are not driven

Away by me. You know the truth only.
It was chance you left me as you wished so;
You did not try to understand early.

You did not see the truth and try to know
What is what and who is responsible
For the break off ‘tween us and you let go

The life be carried on as sensible,
As in your life I won’t be visible.

Let the world mock at me and express grin
With all its skills to the fullest desire.
Let them find faults with me and use words in

Their subversive speech to support satire.
Your world may treat me dull and crestfallen,
But you know that I am a burning fire

And it pains me, which do not know these men.
Neither with effort the world can it know
‘Cause pomp and power, by and by, is swollen.

The massive world becomes short and the glow
Of swagger and pride has a fine touch
Over blind citizens of this world they flow.

Let the world mock at me open as much
But it is a fact, my life has been such.

My heart bleeds;
Colourless blood oozes out.
Can you see the wound
Which has no mark of scar
And the blood which
Portrays your image only?

My heart bleeds;
But it beats rhythmically.
Can you hear it
Which chants your name
At day break and
At the fall of night?

My heart bleeds;
The silent pains unbearable.
Can you soothe it
With the balm of your love
And calm it down with your
Words worthy and sweet?

where are you?
are you on the clouds
or on the back of a bird
or on the back of a fish?

where are you?
are you on the top of Ural mounatains
or in the greens of the Sunderban
or on the bank of the Mahanadi?

where are you?
are you in your hospital
or playing with some granny
or buying cakes in the big bazaar?

where are you?
never mind, be happy.
smile always just like
the rose attached here for you.

In the dark night of my loneliness
You appeared as a ray of happiness;
At once came the black clouds
And dimmed that bright ray.
What happened to you
I could not know,
Though have been waiting for long
To read your warm mail.

Surely, you not changed your mind;
Surely, you not fall into other’s trap;
Surely, you were not playing with me;
Surely, I was not playing with you.

Why then this silence,
The silence of a bewailing heart,
The heart that falls apart
Without being glued with your smiles,
The smiles enchanting and quenching
The parched land of love?

Come on now, cast your spell
The spell of your Helen’ beauty,
Shower your vernal blessings;
Let grow the vegetation of empathy
And blossom with the flowers of feelings
On this parched land of love.

There is none
with whom
I should talk at night.
My heart yearns
to talk to you;
but you are so distant!!!

I listen to the lament
of my lonely heart
and I communicate
with my desperate soul.

I imagine your smiling face,
and try to forget
the pangs of loneliness.

I don't know,
if we can meet ever.
We are so apart,
and you are so distant!!!

How can I write the beauty
Of Nature? It is really scanty
In my mind; supplies nothing.
How the ideas will be soothing?
In the horizon the earth
Kisses the sky that gives me mirth.
The cornfields and the buildings nearby
Bring forth a question who makes these for why?
To cross the ground shrubbery and the road with vehicles
Is to pass through a land of dreams and miracles.

" Happy New Year 1993,"
was shouting I on the street,
greeting everyone whom I met;
still I had to wish many
all happiness for a year
in the following morn.
spending the night unrest,
I saw the sun rising in the east.

In the new year morn
the tomato like sun
seemed putrid and decayed
without any distinction in it.

With new hopes and desires
it did not rise
in the sky of their basic needs
to make these trodden happy
in the new year day;
the Ram-Rahim fight stopped not --
a heifer before power and establishment --
smoke of it was everywhere;
rough souls turned not sages,
divinity -- beyond imagination.

No congratulations any more
to the brightening world;
thanks to the sun for rising.

All is changed in the SELF;
reality hidden in hypocrisy,
the shadow follows everyone.

The sun rising makes it different
in broad day light, hiding the true self;
only a mask is visible,but unknown.