Drift Strong currents drift me to Devastate my life. I try to keep myself above the Troubled waters of the sea. My actions and my emotions Consume my common sense. Negativity clouds my thoughts And I sink deep within myself. Before I touch the abyss bottom, I humbly surrender myself to thee. I realise some actions are responsible For the downfall of life. Can't forget those lovely gestures, Of helping hands of the Guardian Angels When I was swallowed by the Strong current deep inside me. Self-Confession Nothing to differ That harmonious hearts unite us. When we put aside the differences With a love filled vision, And decide to walk hand in hand, Our prayers are answered by the Almighty with an adored conviction As if stretches of beneficiations laid Scattered as unrevealed headlands Mind filled with fear, anger and hatred can Tear us apart and can tossed the souls Just as the aftermath of a tempest That yet continued raging the calcareous marl. Society needs to identify, isolate And admit the reasons of grievances And let the power of love to Overcome the love of power Through a spontaneous divulgence. A noble confession of mistakes And a total surrender to truth and atheism Can protect the universe from the scourge of any barbarism. No doubt Peace is the ultimate choice Irrespective of caste colour and creed A compassionate confession Can lead to pullulate healthy descendants As the new breeds. Intensity Of Love Love, of course Is an intense feeling of deep affection For someone or something. And is active if mind exists in a state of awakening. Instead, the dream Is the sensations in one’s mind And is greatly steered by a fanatical dread. Love Reacts with emotions and steals one’s sleep Yet dream thrills the mind only in a sleep Love and dream No doubt are aesthetically ordered. Love motivates a dream in trances While a dream enhances the magnitude of going adored. Life without love Is but a broken-winged bird Unable to fly When dream induces hopes in mind To grip the sky. Love and dream are to be confessed In cohesion To live the life ceremoniously With adequate mercy and compassion. An Opted Confession As memory goes There used to be noticed sanguineous flows in and around every habitat Leaving behind many a witnesses To recycle the story behind Even years after its happenings. Even the temples and the holy edifices That still stand near by Might have engraved the details on their stony configuration. Or otherwise Who else now remembers, Despite the tumultuous but dominating events then Everyone rarely lived a fearless life. Is it that people then Ignored to dream of peace and non-violence And opt for revenge in trances Evading a true confession of own guilt instead. The resultant flows Inappropriately imbrued with blood stains Rather induced in every mind A sense of realization with a coterminous confession. Every one Must not forget the doctrine that Man is born free yet everywhere in chains. And thus, the contour of life is so shaped by the creator That we stand bold, free and fearless If not beyond the track of humility and compassion. The secrets of life Radiate through the wild wind That never bothers If at all their roots are duly watered in memory It is time to confess All the misdeeds That are eventuated now or before If a desire pullulates in mind To receive the offers of fathomless peace From the sanctum of the universe.
RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA: Born in Odisha in India has received her master’s degree in ‘ History ‘and ‘Journalism and Mass Communication’ from Utkal University, Odisha. She is a teacher by profession. Being a post graduate in ‘Environmental Education and Industrial Waste Management’ from Sambalpur University Odisha, she has devoted herself as a Social Activist for the cause of social justice, Environmental issues and human rights in remote areas through Non-governmental organisations. Poetry, Painting and Journalism are her passions.
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