Time Has Turned A Leaf

 

Shall I look up to  the New Year

for cleansing of the cobwebs

which has slowed me down

however, I feel  time is   my breath:

to hope there  must be a platform

the telescopes must be fungus free,

I don't see through the lens

I see with my cataract eyes

the smokey towers of Babal.

 

You say I should hope for good

dream of resurrection

eat humour and read witticism:

You know love  when you complain

I have only a sickbed time

to offer you longing for ICU

how do you think I will see Eden?

Is it just a  form to see bright

time's one more leaf has turned

opening to a new chapter

perhaps of joy and fulfilment

well then, so be it :

Let my New Year be wishful

fruitful orchards and songbirds

make my life a warbling paradise!

Sabita Sahu

 

 

Announcement For 2021

Happy  New Year 2021,dear Readers!

December 2020 was a turbulent month for me as I could not  publish  Professor Prafulla  Kumar Mohanty's  articles; the reasons are tensions over problems beyond my control. But I am happy to announce that  in the New  Year  2021 Professor Mohanty will serialise his 

MAGNUM OPUS

-DRAUPADI- A Self Narrative.

We hope our dear readers will give us the same LOVE as they did in the past.

Sabita Sahu

No End Is Final

The end is always painful:

But end shall be all pain

the lily will close her sprightly  wing

hiding her face in mud.

When there is an end

there is a beginning 

beauty is born never to die

save the stabs of insensibility. 

Love is always there to awaken

the moss on dull pavements

yet it is never ever full,

it searches for noble hearts

to bloom like a  Rose.

The beginning, middle and

thousand ends  die to new births

but he who loves and she who

opens petals never face any end.

Sabita Sahu

Due to unavoidable circumstances  Prof. Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's  write  up could not be published this week too.

I Am Insubstantial

Where does the road lead me 

to which unknown place ,

I chase an uncertain life battling 

like Samurai with no sword in hand,

What does the planner has in mind

for me  I do not know

I am amidst the scented phenyl,

running to deposit the pharmacy bills

doing baby sitting in front of ICU

watching the change of staff shift by shift,

scrolling the medical terms told by doctor's in google , 

trying to learn online money transfer

that  bounces over my head. 

I miss  my black coffee,

I search for my virtual talks

My Prince's calls do not reach me

though I am not deaf

He waits for me on the other side 

of the wall that is invisible,

I am waiting here measuring the 

length of space and time

counting the distant stars

that are hardly visible from 

my window sill..

Sabita Sahu.

Never Defeated

In open worlds men and women

move hoping to change mountains

into plateous of private space,

wishes get wings in closed rooms

only to crash at the brick walls .

In hospital beds war goes on

hope and despair clash for victory.

The apron clad midwives  push 

and pull the fears of dark webs.

I am in the lobby watching the war

my own war is always won, for I

accept defeat to throw it away

when I see the nodding flower

assent my will's stubbornness. 

Sabita Sahu

Due to unavoidable circumstances we could not publish this week's Professor  Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's article.