Sunday 31 October 2021

LOVE Lights Up

Ayodhya was lit up with thousand lamps

people celebrated with joy after

the triumphant return of Ram.

We too carried the cultural legacy

expressing joy by lighting and bursting crackers.

Untill Corona the Ravan like

destroyed the spirit of joy.

 

Diwali came and went like tweets

no sounds, no lamps, no sweets,

silent were children in quietened homes

barricaded streets and restricted zones,

 curb imposed by courts.

 

Chased by doctors and scientists

now when Corona is fading

should we not allow our children

to enjoy the fest of light  and ward off

the intruder by feasting and lighting lamps.

 

Light dispels darkness,

Light destroys evil,

Light spreads love,

Come let's light the lamp of love

in this dark silent night funereally eerie

and sing for all - the hope of victory and glory.


Sabita Sahu

 

 

DRAUPADI - XLIV - 44


   

 Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's 

DRAUPADI - XLIV


Draupadi in elated hurry

moved from hall to hall

room to room

the Moya mystic thawed

her frozen emotions to lyrical joy

the terrazzo the water mirage

the glassy reflections of her beauty

the slippery smoothness of marble

imaging the  coiffured ceiling

gave her a new sense of herself

she is real, she is Draupadi.

 

The queen of Indraprastha

and after the grand Rajsuya

if time's unseen wings do not

flap up untoward absurdities

I shall be the Empress of Aryabarta.

This great land of Bharat

issuing grace in every grain,

every drop of water,

each whiff of air,

every atom of this elemental universe

in benediction for glory

of man's innate  virtues: I bow

to this earth and man's efforts

to turn the blessings into designs

of tribute to the Brahman.

 

Would the high throne be enough

to calm my nerves to rest

on my laurels and stop from shooting arrows

into the void created by my fullness?

No, my restive soul would spread

the new found wings to soar higher.

I shall wipe off human tears,

feed all the hungry,

spring love in every heart,

make human speech spawn

the language of amity and peace.

The human hand shall work hard

to make the earth green and gold:

but how, who will join me

who will give me the resources,

everyone, my husbands will keep me indoors

I don't have the strength to defy.

Oh this who what why how-

Pannchali sat down in despair

closed her eyes brooding,

away from the world whose scenario

she wanted to write in wishful fantasy

to swell her borrowed ego;

borrowed for its not what is native

to my own sense of being.

 

People will call me Empress

as Yudhistir's wife not for

my achievements which are none

yet what has Yudhistir done to earn

the crown of emperor,

his brothers came  back victorious

with the  yajna horse

subjugating thousands of kings.

Krishna my trickster Sakha

eliminated the most powerful

Jarasandh fearing whom he had

left Mathura for Dwarika when

Kamsa was killed in a chancy duel.

True they were evil, their despatch

was morally ordained to keep the good

safe but my Sakha never claimed

victory or any prize for himself:

Here Yudhistir gets renown and crown

without sacrifice or heroic valour.

But he is good apostle of moral purity

I share the throne by spousal right

If it is so, so be it, why fret about it?

 

But now is the moment to work

to be my honest self and strive

to involve people men and women

of flesh and blood emotions passions

to work in fields of diverse cerebrations

to produce more of everything

for domestic and foreign needs

to earn more and live better

in peace harmony and security.

As for my assignment I'm confident

no guest, animal, bird or beast

shall starve in our kingdom.

The appetite whetting flavour, taste

of our recipes will whirr all over

this great Bharat like memory fed

bees singing of our great culture.

Sunday 24 October 2021

Journey's End


 

The bend on the road ahead

confused me, the signage said

STRAIGHT to the left CROOKED

the other side, that is right.

I thought it was mischief for

no simple binary so obvious

can make one choose life's course.

 

I drove straight ahead,north

ignored left and ignored right,

both liberal and nationalistic,

secular and communal puzzles

after a few dark miles I saw

 a light to be seen through

Night goggles - What's this!

To see light I must use Nvisions lenses -

Ok no such light I need -

I need what ?

I don't know.

 

After long years after my son

got a nice job I feel  I need

a simple life, a straight road

natural light and to enjoy it all

I need love, love  and love

plentifully at every breath.


Sabita Sahu

DRAUPADI - XLIII - 43

  

 Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's 

DRAUPADI - XLIII


Yajna Preparation

The yajna preparations were in full swing

Yudhistir called a meet of friends

well wishers, ministers, priests and above all

Krishna Vasudev for fine tuning events:

Invitations, to all kings, sages, poets,

artists, dancers, singers, builders, players

must be sent in time by royal messengers

security for the guests and common citizen

administrative supervisions proper execution

stores provisions gifts proportionate to

status of all invitees logistics and

particularly decoration and cleanliness

and all associated things must be provided

managed with proper distribution of work:

The King asked Krishna for advice

with due humility and genuine honour.

 

Krishna in level voice said

the most important thing is

reception of the royal guests

their comfortable lodging and security.

 

O'  wise Yudhistir you know

a humble greeting welcome smile

numbs the ego resists temptations

to brag of wealth and power

softens the wanton desires to humiliate

the host's honest efforts to glory:

Never forget to receive them personally

coming from faraway places

spending tiresome days through

unwelcome routes to attend

your Yajna, respecting your invite -

Yes Vasudev you are right and so

you are the best person to be

the Master of Ceremonies including

reception habitation and all other

related things of honour and dignity:

everyone laughed including Vasudev

what else  remains then for others!

 

Yes there are things to impart

the food, its timing and quality

to please their taste buds and eyes

the plates, dressing, serving men

pouring with luxurious smiles before

they ask for - all these matter

Draupadi said in unabashed candour:

Her Sakha was pleased and all said

who else is better than you,

take charge of this Panchali

satiate them with your culinary art

and inflame their appetite for

all goodies in life.

 

Bhim was overall supervisor

of the kitchens and the supply chains

fruits, vegetables rice condiments

other requirements were also to be

managed by Bhim and his team.

Arjun was asked to organize all

pandals for dance, music for the

entertainment of the guests, citizens.

The younger Pandavs Nakul- Sahadev

were responsible for security of

materials to be brought by boats

carts and workforce and also

night vigil to make the visitors,

guests and citizens to sleep peacefully.

 

Yudhistir asked the advisors who should

manage the stocks of material, gifts

brought and to be given when kings

return after the ceremonies are done,

a silence reigned over the meeting

for a moment when Krishna

suggested the name of Duryodhan:

What! Duryodhan! He will give more

than needed and pour plentifully

on peoples bags all precious jewels

he will work in double vigour

to see resources depleted to give

bad name to Yudhistir and Pandavs!

Krishna laughed, there lies the fun

and your luck and reputation

the more he gives the more the store

would swell with everything

Laxmi sits on his shoulder brother

the spiteful charity will rebound

bounteous plenty will  fill the coffers

O' Yudhistir give the stores to Duryodhan

his jealousy will spread your fame.

 

Messenger reported, your Majesty

Vyasadev with ten thousand pundits

brahmins and scholars is at palace door

awaiting your presence, his patience

should not be tested - No said Yudhistir

arose  and rushed out to receive the saint

followed by all, Krishna and Draupadi too

fast paced went to bow down before

the father of the Kurus, sage poet

divinity incarnate who saw tomorrow

as vividly as he knew time's younglings

their motives missions morals and end game.

 

Vyasa blessed  the kings courtiers smiled

at Krishna held him a moment and said

what you do I see and what I see 

may disenchant us from human glory

Krishna bowed again whispering

your words are prophetic gurudev

what I envision  you see and what

you don't see is beyond me

therefore great saint live it all as if

no tomorrow dislodges our today to unreality.

 

Immediate arrangements were made

for their  happy lodgings full of provisions

suitable to Vyasa's iconic stature

and his entourage too was treated

with humility and honour befittingly.

Sunday 17 October 2021

Your Life: In your Hands


Will you stop if you see

a hill before you with its bulk

and its ferocious  jungles

filled with snakes and hungry beasts?

No, no my dear divide yourself

river like flow over and around the hill

to be one and whole again on the other side

to mock the hill for its vain shenanigans.

 

Life is an experiment :

It's your life make it worthwhile,

your body needs comfort

heart and mind need the

aesthetic caress of love

write your own script and act

be the director and put the show on

to shock others by your inventions.

 

The path of life is never smooth

obstacles pave the road to perdition

to make a smooth journey of life

the individual must have experiments

with reality limited to its life

 

Once survival is assured

man needs love, beauty and

a perpetual  quest for knowledge:

This questing journey is never easy,

what you need is patience

what you need is fortitude

above all you need your eyes

turn all corners with legitimacy.

But there is no finality

the path has no end,

the quest has no end

the experiment continues

after our discontinuance.


Sabita Sahu

 

 

DRAUPADI - XLII 42

Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's 

DRAUPADI - XLII

THE RAJASUYA HORSE RETURNS


Time moves in its own pace

endlessly unmaking all orbits

as the sun moon and planets

bound to the central Brahmanic Energy

cannot deviate their course

Time too cannot pause for breath.

Human deeds never stain

the bodyless motions of time.

it has no summer no winter

it is untouched by air water

and all elements which cause

life's magnificent theatre

for all those who come and go:

Draupadi after a fire bath

sat in the garden listening to

the horse hooves in all directions

saw the sacrificial horse

raising dust of triumphal march

the sweaty faces of her husbands

shining bright in the climbing sun

meeting kings and collecting crowns:

she bowed to the sun never to set

on her Indraprastha's honour.

 

Indraprastha was unpeopled

as elated eyes waited to receive

the triumphant return of the Yajna Horse

trotting garlanded, soldiers

in self congratulatory ardour beamed

into the city to claps and chants:

victory be to King Yudhistira!!

The king stood in majesty savouring

the scene, the clamour the crowd

eyes surveying the seen

mind purveying the unseen.

 

As was customary I stood by his side

holding the aarati plate yet my eyes

searched for my four husbands

especially Arjun whose romantic

and military exploits foreran

with windy messengers to fill her ears.

Finally they appeared relaxed, happy

at the rear of the noisy procession.

I performed the rituals

greeting the success of all

and when my husbands stood for aarati

after  bowing to King Yudhistir

I put sandal paste, vermillion

on their foreheads,

waved the lamp and incense

towards their proud faces and asked:

What have you brought for me

the Queen your dearest wife?

They looked at each other in silence

Bhim said, we have brought glory

to adorn your crown Yajnaseni

Indraprastha will anoint you -

O that I know , what have you brought

for your wife the woman who waited

prayed and fasted in flesh and blood?

 

Again Bhim said,  say what you need

I'll get it in a trice, Arjun smiled

Is there  anything the queen lacks?

The Aswin's pointed at the Yajna horse

we brought it for you - Draupadi  sighed

come in then, you all must  be tired

have your bath I'll feed you

what I have cooked for you

something you will run miles to eat:

What's that Bhim asked

and other's chimed in

I have Yamuna lotus in Ganga mud

Saraswati sand topped by Gandhar snow

all on fig leaves and for dessert I have

muslin to wipe your hands of shame

for having returned empty handed

after a dark and blank year

to be greeted by the wife of five!

She turned her face and moved back

as the Pandav heroes hung their heads.

 

 

Sunday 10 October 2021

Prafulla Kumar Mohanty

(Sahitya Akademi Awardee)

Sishu Bihar, PATIA                                               25 July 2022

P.O.KIIT                                                                  Bhubaneswar

Bhubaneswar-24

 

K. Sreenivas Rao

Secretary, Sahitya Akademi

New Delhi,

 

Sub: Request for publishing Draupadi (The Greatest Woman) an epic in English by

         the Sahitya Akademi         

 

Dear Sir,

Greetings.

I am a bilingual writer and I have published about 30 books in Odia and English.

My work Draupadi : The Greatest Woman is an original creation within the framework of Vyasa’s  great epic Mahabharata. In this epic in English I present Draupadi as the greatest woman in world literature. There is no parallel to Draupadi in history and myth. She is the greatest woman ever conceived of in literature.I have made a psycho analysos of Draupadi and present her as the Greatest Woman, more complex and human than Cleopatra, Helen, Dido and other woman in history and myth.

My Draupadi is not a feminist; she is a true human with dignity, majesty, forbearance and human pride. She is royal and divine, honour is her virtue and love is her creed.       

I would be indebted to the Akademi if my Draupadi: The Greatest Woman, is published by the Akademi.

I am confident, this work will attract positive attention of the world. The Indian Imaginary of Indian womanhood will, I am positive, establish Indian womanhood as the supreme model of femininity.

 Kindly publish it as early as practicable as my time running out with inevitable mortality. I will abide by the terms and conditions of the Akademi.

I enclose herewith (a) Book Proposal with an intro, justification, market possibilities, (b) my bionote, (c) A sampling of my epic, (d) Purple patches and the Text.

Kindly acknowledge.

 

Sincerely yours

Prafulla kumar Mohanty

              

Dialogue With The Rain


The rains have settled

to a steady rhythm

the soft lap of the drops

make the leaves shiver

in dark anticipation.

 

The rain provokes dreams

wakes up the teenage fantasies

thrown into ancestral dustbin.

But I watched the rain

thrusting my nose into the grill:

The rain spoke gently - come

play with me as you did

in your nubile years sailing

paper boats to the Islands where

the Prince of solitude sat alone

counting his days of separation.

 

I mused, my Prince is here

in me, building ships for me,

he will take me on

his new princenik

on whose banks the cloudless

skies would descend to paint me

with the azure of youth.

 

 

Sunday 3 October 2021

A Cold Romance


 

My love is always cool

come spring come rain

he would say see how the

moon woos the stars,

see how the wind brings goosebump

this is the time for poetry

come let's play the ghazals of

Ghulam Ali and listen,

the autumnal  moon tide

in my heart starts rising.


I go dolled up near him

he looks at me - o' my god

see what Shelley has written,

If winter comes can spring be far behind,

poetry you know my love is great.

All my desire foams recede.

 

Poetry gives you a calm joy

a real fulfillment of life

but my unromantic love does not

understand the poetry moonlight business

it's just a passtime for him to

turn the pages of Shelley and Ghalib.

I rush to the washroom

to put on my night robe,

he says you will ruin Bhisma's celibacy,

how does it matter, it's too late

switch off the light,

I have to get up early for jogging.


Sabita Sahui


 

DRAUPADI - XL(40)

 

Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's 

DRAUPADI - XL

Draupadi Greets Subhadra

I advanced my smile spreading

from ear to ear, presented

Subhadra a gold basket of kamini

applied vermillion in sandal paste

on her broad forehead and said

opulent welcome beautiful Subhadra

second wife of my third husband

hope you shall be the first which

I could not be by a twist of events;

And my husband! hearty congratulations

on your glamorous choice, a prize

which I hope will not be atrophied:

come Subhadra come great Arjun

rituals await you to consummate

the vows of wedlock for conjugal bliss.

 

The conches blew

flower petals flew

a choric joy grew

the palace resonated

Vedic hymns vibrated

Yudhistir blessed the couple.

 

Draupadi took Subhadra's hand

never think or feel you have

done any wrong, be happy

give happiness to Arjun

you are my sister not rival

in love or co-wife in life

wipe off lines of doubt

shake off burden of guilt

give Arjun your wholesome love

be free in the palace, move

rightfully wherever wishes tend:

after the rituals on the altar

I' will take you to your bridal chamber

which I have decorated for you.

 

Radiant Subhadra stood stunned

she never gauged Draupadi's mind

never thought  a woman could accept

her rival as another woman separate

independent free to own what's morally

Her's, Draupadi's, by law mores and

process demonstrated before the world:

And what a gift of  a bridal chamber

a boat sailing to infinity of love

carnal, spiritual familial yet unreal.

Angels playing veena in mating stance

the lapping water swelling to receive

the thrust of oars in festal ecstasy

mirrors, clothes matching the splendour

of gem studded walls ivory bright

and everything in superfluous plenty

Subhadra knelt down at Draupadi's feet

and clasped her legs sobbing

pardon me sister for the presumed

misgivings and false apprehensions:

Draupadi picked her up and kissed her

Now now no tears to dampen life

poised on the pinnacle of jazzy joy.

Be yourself and live  as if you own

the universe by your innate virtues.

Forever New