Sunday 28 November 2021

My Wandering Soul



Hey Princess -

a voice from the

depths of time throbbed 

nearer to the ears

farther from the heart

a ceaseless voice praying for love.

 

I see nothing, no one

no shadow no illusion - nothing

then who is it flapping with

time's wings to rise high

holding the lamp of hope.

I don't see him, or feel him

or even smell him

but my soul savours 

its taste like divine bliss.

 

But Princess - He speaks again -

I am no shadow no illusion no voice

I am you and within you

I am the fragrance of your breath

the throb of your heart

the song of your mind

the vision of your sight

I am  and will be connected with you

in this life and life after

if you do not find me in you

may be you are opaque.


Sabita Sahu

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DRAUPADI - 48

  

 Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's 

DRAUPADI - XLVIII


The assembly of all kings

guests advisers chief priest Vyasa

and the Best Man Krishna

met for the grand closing ceremony.

Emperor Yudhistir after due consultation

with Vyasa, invited kings and scholars

had chosen Krishna Vasudev as the

most admirable personality of the

yajna ceremony for his knowledge

prudence judgement and political

acumen and philosophical insights,

into the human situation on earth:

But there was one voice which broke

the celebratory glamour of the assembly.

He was Sishupal a relation of Krishna

always hostile to Krishna who had assured

Sishupal's mother to pardon his hundred

insults or transgressions of moral dignity.

Sishupal was incensed by the choice of Krishna

as the Best Man in the vast gathering

and started throwing invectives at Krishna

in language and manner totally reprehensible.

Krishna warned him while counting insults

when he reached hundred and went on

calling him all sorts of foul names

making himself the eyesore of all present

Krishna in righteous indignation summoned

his unique secret weapon the Chakra

and decapitated Sishupal in the presence

of the entire assembly.

 

The shock over, the ceremony resumed

the guests were honoured with farewell gifts

in generous heaps of gratitude.

Bows hugs tearful farewells supervised by

Bhim and Draupadi made the lamped evening

joyous with illuminated smiles.

Sunday 21 November 2021

DRAUPADI - XLVII - 47

  

 Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's 

DRAUPADI - XLVII


The stars around the crescent moon

blinked in disbelief of what they saw

a lamplit kingdom like billion stars

shone  below dispelling the shamed night

star garlands around humans, animals

houses, trees and pre harvest fields

made them dim in restive delight.

Draupadi in full moon radiance

moved  from hall to hall asking kings

ministers courtiers soldiers

cartmen horsemen and everyone

what to serve on their plates

already thrice filled and emptied

satiating palate belly and mind.

She stopped at the Hastinapur crowd

overloaded them with words and sweets

till they threatened to rise up although

they were too heavy to rise on their own.

Duryodhan in spiteful jest said, what

is Queen Draupadi  so niggardly

not to serve Dew kheer for desert -

Draupadi  faking humility,

folded her hands - sorry brother

I don't know how it tastes

give me a taste of it in Hastinapur

and I'll cook it for you -

others laughed except Karna

who taunted come Draupadi 

I have Dew Kheer a plenty;

the queen moved on saying Thank you.

 

Krishna watched everything standing

outside the dining halls amused

by the sweet banter looking ahead

for the morrow, the final ceremony.

He had no apprehension yet he was

all eyes and ears hoping for happy

ending of the long  anticipated day.

Draupadi while returning saw him

in wonder and amazement - Sakha

what are you doing here at this hour

have you eaten yet - Krishna faked

a hungry look which did not escape

Panchali's eyes in that visible darkness

when my Sakhi is busy playing hostess

who will feed me, the star gazer?

Come Sakha the stars will share

our fare when we eat together.

 

Krishna held her hands and walked

around the dining halls to a corner

the Kaurav's  jealousy said Krishna,

Is our strength never weaken it

by unbecoming humility, let them

throw tantrums let Duryodhan

show off and squander away wealth

provisions trying to empty the treasures

tell him give more don't be niggardly

but don't let your guard down on prestige.

Yes Sakhi I wanted to inform you

Hanuman is here,

arrived before evening lamps,

though late go to him and greet him

and remember the great Ram devotee

should not feel ignored at any moment.

Now Sakhi let me see whether the queen

the jewel of Pandav eyes has anything

left for me in her thousand kitchens.

 

Where's The Bashful Virgin Gone !


Where's The Bashful Virgin Gone!


Where was she hanging out

in the edges of the fields

or in the garden

in the light breeze like a

fascinating way wanderer

lazing lass.

 

Whose long  hair was playing

ripples on her cheeks,

musk rose juice dripping

from her  throat  drop by drop

like mystery in my ears,

my dream is now shattered

where's the lazing lass?

 

Whose anklet rhythm  was like Shiva's  love

dancing to the beats of  the dambroo

luscious lips were smiling like the half moon-

where is she!

 

What was she to  me

like my dear laughing friend

or the shadow of my mind

of early youth that was lost

in the noise of crackers and conch

under the Krushnachuda tree

who suddenly disappeared

in a palki within an eyeblink

holding the wings of the wind

like a crane to the starland!

 

Come back to me, O my dear friend

my soul's alter ego

I wish to hear your voice  again

who knitted pearls with grass

who tied plates with vine of hope

come back to me, untangle

time's cobwebs from my cheek

with your fingers

swing me in the dream basket

I'll wake up like a spring breeze

with you to pick flowers from

the Princes' garden

to decorate life again.


Sabita Sahu

Sunday 14 November 2021

DRAUPADI - XLVI - 46

  

 Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's 

DRAUPADI - XLVI


The city was sunny people fresh

breeze was nimble sky cloudless

roads were clean quarters green

waiting for guests smily and keen

lines of flowers pots soft incense

hung in the air for welcome grace

chariots arrived from east and west

north south in clamorous haste

sprinkled paths fancy arches

bouquets garlands sharbat pitchers

dolled up girls spraying fragrance

banished fatigue in humble stance.

 

Yudhistir stood a mile away

from the palace gates with brothers

friends guards and helping hands

the reception platform large and wide

well decorated shaded draped

the guests applauded for good taste.

Yudhistir washed their feet

Draupadi did the aarati

guests were pleased beyond themselves.

 

Flags festrooms of varied hues

sizes colours and languages

made the onlookers scratch their heads

but wore smiles of pride

that so many tastes make

Bharat one in inclusive beauty.

So many tastes in many tongued grace

expressions of this vast various land

have gathered in Indraprastha

to witness the Yajna and bless

the one and only king Yudhistir

whose morals are high values lofty

who treats equal the big and small

whose service is duty justice sweet

who washes the feet of arriving kings

speaks kind words to one and all

he commands loyalty with humility

such a man this world needs

who will reign in full regalia

to rule Bharat for glory of man.

 

They shouted victory be to Yudhistir

in joyous mood entered their homes

for homes indeed were the mini palaces

where desire was sealed with plenty.

Animals too found superfluity

soldiers guards and servants

forgot fatigue and homesickness

in the hospitality of Indraprastha.

I Know...

I know he waits for me

day night summer winter or fall

never dithers  to come

running at my call

for he loves me.

I know...

 

I see him everyday

as a shadow of handsome features

however never becomes substance,

his soft voice yes - no is inaudible

but he speaks volumes of love.

I know...

 

Time sweeps me like dirt

the inner urges wish to run and fly

on wings tearing darkness

to fill the void all alone,

yes all alone.

I know...

 

What if the shadow lingers

like a patch of night after dawn

but I bow in love's reverence

to make my growing years

shine in divine beauty

although in solitary bliss yet

we are one in nothing and everything.

I know...

 

Sabita  Sabita

 

 

Sunday 7 November 2021

DRAUPADI - XLV

   

 Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's 

DRAUPADI - XLV


The air was warmed by euphoric men

doing King's biddings for kingdom's

honour not as slaves but stake holders

enjoying rowing boatloads of provisions

driving cartloads of food and fodder

carrying songfully bags, baskets,boxes

of imported goodies on their heads.

Raising towers of pride building sheds

guests houses worthy of invited royalty

paving roads planting saplings, fixing

tents for thousand kitchens storing

Yajna materials decorating painting

washing polishing mending felling tying

as though creating an exhibition

of human prowess to the sun moon stars

rivalling Nature's vast display

of order symmetry grace and beauty.

 

At midday Draupadi came out

her elegance dazzling in the sun

she called out all men and women

come one come all my dear citizens

wash yourselves and eat what I

have cooked with love and care and rest

a while and then charm your lives

with pearly sweat drops gliding

from forehead to toe drawing lines

on the glistening bodies reluctant

to fall on the dust and canker.

Draupadi fed them as her own

her variety of tasteful dishes

savoured the senses of honesty

the only virtue of loyal innocence:

Draupadi stood watching till they ate

her face glowed in satisfaction.

 

Meantime invites were received

in almost all corners of the country

messengers were sent earlier by Krishna

with missives of the King to Lanka

Bibhisan, Hanuman and other greats.

The famed heroes of yesteryears

consented to attend honouring Krishna

their presence was requested by Yudhistir

to glorify the Yagna with their blessings.

The other kings of all faraway kingdoms

started their preparation  to meet

sages, kings and people of this hallowed

land of heroes legends of cultural pride

each king with chariots, soldiers, elephants

cartloads of gifts, behoving the occasion

befitting his own dignity was on the road.

Indraprastha decorated as a bride

awaited their arrival with arches arcades

floral reception and cultural showpieces

the Arcadian belles well rehearsed

to perform wanted with great hopes

for gifts of gold and money from kings

of Arayabarta whose sweep and variety

they could never fathom nor visualise.

 

Arjun was seen everywhere

guest houses shelters sheds pandals

checking enquiring ordering for change

if required and also was at rehearsals

of plays concerts dances bowing  to gurus

encouraging the amateurs to work in joy.

 

Bhim moved from the  river banks

to stores and sprawling kitchens.

Humouring the workers helping

boatmen cart drivers in unloading

tons of vegetables fruits cereals

fresh and clean from far off places

at nightfall the youngest Pandavs

Nakul Sahadev made rounds of the city

the surrounding areas, armed to the teeth

on horses of the highest breed .

The King checked and rechecked

the invites issued in order of propriety,

met the sages for advice and constantly

requested Vasudev to solve problems

of money material etiquette protocol

and Vasuedv wearing an enigmatic smile

calmed his nerves and solved complex

issues in his inimitable style.

 

 

 

The Tranced Earth

  

 

Nothing goes waste.

Flowers fall on the grass dark and brittle

grass dies as body burn in the fire of life

you absorb everything and send them back       

to cry and laugh in tireless hide and seek.

 

Rain falls on you clouds burst

heat wave crack your skin

the wind lashes at your younglings

fire blackens you in intemoperate guile

you playfully mother their shenanigans

Nothing goes waste.

 

Bones and flesh which you create

comeback to you round the clock

miners blast you to steal your wealth 

you never whine or whimper

you fill up all gaps of time

created by man's atomic hunger.

Nothing goes waste.

 

I know I'll enter you

not like Sita in proud womanhood

I'll burn on your breast

after I pay back your gifts

in my humble creativity

but I pray when you bring me back

give me what you have denied me this time.

Nothing  goes waste.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

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