Self Introduction

 

How shall I introduce myself

what shall I say what I am

shall I say that I punish myself

for somebody else's mistake

or my hands try to move faster

than wind to wipe tears from

the eyes of my love

or I run and fall for my dear ones

to see them rise high

or one who failed to extend

her motherly arms to cuddle.

 

What account do I have

in the pages of my life

I do not know but when

I turn  I find nothing written

simply blank, with a sigh

I tear them to make paper boats

and sway in rainwater  that

reaches no where.

 

What if I have  absorbed

all seasons, and weathers of time

I hardly remember how much

I have enjoyed  and with whom,

I am not dead yet

I hold life's fortitude

my shadow waits for the light

to make me feel the bliss of love.

 

 

DRAUADI - X

 

Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's 

DRAUPADI - X

The Krishna Sensation

 

History is not man's chambermaid

nor mistress,  to carry the message

of the past to future unborn,

man makes history and forwards it

by preserving memories

like treasures of gold

to dazzle future men with wonder.

Father let's make this occasion momentous

said Dhristadyumna with a knowing smile

the king nodded, He is godlike wise  and clever

never lose your guard, we need his favour.

 

Returning to the chamber Draupadi

fell on the silk sheets thinking of Vasudev

Who is he, how does he look,

What are his needs, what is he as man

How to guaze his mind

Who can tell?

Before I greet him I must know about him

his tastes, his fancies, a bit of his past

he is a legend, they say, a Hero

of many exploits, amorous, adventurous forays

into uncharted territories have left behind

many a tale of wonder

for admirers to gloat over:

I wish he were here now

I cannot wait a whiff when

Krishna is in everyone's heart

I must see myself

whether he is  real or an icon

for weak hearted mortals.

You Live Only Once

Don't waste the time

it's a chance we are alive

every moment calls on you

to respond  creatively  to push all

borders beyond boundaries

if you can.

 

If your breath stops,

voice falls eyes are closed

you are nothing only a lump of flesh,

and the morsels will be a treat for fire.

 

Never waste the moment

each breath, each sight must be

a vision of life's new incarnation

each touch should be Midas touch

turning stone into gold

make your soul the spirit of love

shaping reality of men and women

into a harmonious swing of life.

Sabita Sahu

 

 

DRAUPADI - IX

Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's 

DRAUPADI - IX

 

After the bath and make up

clad in a red silk outfit she,

led by agefellows went to the  dining hall

where the Royal family awaited her.

 

There was a buzz, Draupadi guessed

 a mood of great expectation, a joy, a feeling

of political and social triumph. Drupad said,

Son, don't leave anything to chance, supervise

the entire reception, welcome arches, dance

drums, lines of beautiful maidens and courtiers

their petal throwing hands and slogans

must reverberate in Kampilya,

Vasudev's heart must swell with pride

and a bond of golden friendship must

tie Krishna Vasudev to our vast kingdom.

 

Dhristadyumna beamed reassuringly

you look after his pleasant stay

I'll look after the external show

and Panchali you must stand at the gate,

in your fineries and radiant beauty.

Vasudev is coming to our kingdom

greet him performing arati wearing

your bewitching smile and exuding

your charm to make his welcome divine.

Yes, my child, said Drupad, Vasudev

will see you for the first time

make it memorable for all of us.

 

 

Draupadi - VIII

Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's 

DRAUPADI - VIII

She raced on the obliging steed

much to the chagrin of the trainer

miles she went breathing verdant

virgin air in lungfuls humming

a folklorish tune when she saw

children and women bathing in Begabati

she slowed to a trot and watched the girls

play pucci on the banks in clamorous frolic.

 

Draupadi never played pucci, she didn't

know what childhood growing up was

a sigh came out of her riding dress

she did not alight for she knew she would

distract the women and children:

Let them swim and enjoy their freedom,

she pulled the reins and went past

in memory reviving pace to the Akhada,

tried archery  and sword fight in earnest.

 

She was dripping wet, the sweat drops

on her face dazzled in the morning sun

her escorts led her to the palace

all satisfied no harm  has come to the Princess.

Alpana removed her riding dress

she noticed a ring of sweaty gleam

around  Draupadi's nipples piercing

the silk brassiere, aureole.

A liquid pearl moon shines on your

proud  breasts, your navel too is pearly,

Draupadi in mock anger said: Yes

The moon loves my orbs and slyly

entered my inner garments to taunt

Alpana's eyes - Go,  prepare my bath

and give me a sandal oil massage,

Alpana ran  saying Yes, Princess.

A mischievous smile teasing her lips.

Life Navigation

If you can dispel the darkness 

of your mind by the

beams of your inner being

every moment will be the

full moon night.

 

If a kiss can sweeten your day

and bring smile in your face

to light up the people around

for the dance of life.

 

Kiss away others tears

nectar will rain from sky

with uncountable  blessings,

if you carry an abandoned body

decaying  in the mud of hate

the fire of the crematorium

will inflame your  soul to enlighten

the dark icons of mankind.

 

The sun and the cloud

the boat and the storms

are all within you

navigate your life

through the evanescent storms

they will recede saluting you

to go ahead with razing energy

to wipe off all darkness.

Sabita Sahu

 

 

 

I Am Free Yet Connected

When I say I am good

why should anyone dispute.

By what logic, what standards

how do you measure -

merit or sin?

 

If I move in a public park alone

talking to myself who are you

to call me mad or a slut demented?

If I feed sick and diseased dogs

on  my dining table how does

it earn me merit and how will

Chitragupta record and weigh 

to send me to heaven or hell?

 

You tell me to mind my own business,

Tell me which business is not mine?

Whether the sun is late is my business

if it rains all night flooding my garden

it's my business-

Your dark suit should be matched

with a Turtle tie is also my business

your lunch, dinner

your libidinous needs and neighbour's sleep

all are my business:

For the world is mine

Life is mine.

I am free yet connected to all

tell me how will you measure me ?

Leave me to my own devices

I will take my life to my finger tips

merit or sin - I don't care.

I know life is precious and

it cannot be measured or rated

wait till my death for my life's worth.

Sabita Sahu