Sunday, 3 July 2022

The Truth of Lies


When my eyes are open

I see inverted landscape

upturned I walk on the stars

which break like dry leaves:

when my eyes are closed

I see gods walk on the streets

playing lyres for self amusement

dams bridges waterbodies

lose their symmetry in sheltering dark

men float weightless as in space.

 

What shall I do now ?

Open or close my eyes

to stay away from inversions

distortions in choric cacophony?

Doctors are useless for me

while dozing opium fed.

 

Why should I believe them

and not trust my eyes?

If my sight and blindness

give me another world

where men and non humans are

absurd drawings of a cripple

let me kick this world

with all my might to reshape

by force the unshaped things:

I now know shape non shape

light and shade are the same

like a lovelorn man desiring

Me seen unseen and unreal!

What a laugh, my eyes are true

what is untrue is the world.


 Sabita Sahu

 

 

DRAUPADI - 79

  

Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's 

DRAUPADI - 79

Draupadi’s Dilemma

 

Heaven Hell  Light Dark Father Mother

Dry Wet Big Small  -  everything in pairs

like Health Sickness Joy Sorrow Birth Death!

Who created these contrastive pairs

are these all uncaused miracles as God is,

did God create Himself out of Nothing?

How can nothing create anything, How can

void be creative space without driving Energy:

And what is this Energy? Draupadi

leaned against the wall in her chamber.

Rise and Fall, Birth and Death are both

created by the same Energy? But why?

If life has antilife for balance, harmony

why create life at all? If Energy is

the beginning of everything, there must be

Anti Energy? Is the body energized by mind

ultimately to cease half way from home?

The body is nothing, a lump of flesh, all say

but the fight of life is only for the body,

why put it to the sword of the deceitful  -

again Draupadi felt a surge of anguish

crawling up her limbs numbing her senses.

Everything falls on the earth save fire

which rises up from the earth, I am fire

the air spreads me all around and over

I consume everything - the most lovely flower

nature's brand of symmetry, colour smell

a balance of all senses in harmony,

Fire reduces the beauty, fragrance, evocative

spheres of agreeable emotions, into ashes;

The earth receives the scattered cinders

raises them again to lush virgin wonders.

But war! It's all  blood bones mangled heaps

of bravery, heroic triumph in forlorn hopes   -

Oh! Will the oceans drown the earthly horror!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Sunday, 26 June 2022

A Fervent Call to My Love


My golden dome is half built

I wrote to space for more space

the space is dwarfed by my lovenest

the stars are too dim for you

help me to complete my superdome

where the heaven would be a floor

studded by immortal glowing words.

 

I know you laugh in helpless tears

each drop is an ocean 

drowning my superdome to keep it cool,

you have  lost words

your pauses ruin my rhythms

your voice has lost its

ringtones in dumb vocables,

yet I know you speak endless

the new vocabulary of love.

How long will you take to hang

the tapestry of your soul’s joys

you know I am mortal with eternal

longings for unending consummation.

 

I don’t know where you are

what address should I pen?

But this letter will float like a balloon

somewhere above god’s lofty imagination.

Please come, we will live

in our incomplete dome

making it cover all galaxies.


Sabita Sahu.

 

 

 

DRAUPADI - 78

 

Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's 

DRAUPADI - 78

Krishna’s Mediation Fails: Krishna Draupadi Discuss Future

 

Krishna refused Duryodhana's hospitality

preferred the humble soft intimacy of Vidura.

An honest coarse meal and a safe mattress

are better than the luxury of deceitful plenty.

In the Kuru court Vasudeva advocated

the Pandava cause with moral logic.

His advocacy failed, Dhritarastra, Bhisma

silenced by Duryodhana's repugnant hubris

lowered their heads, Krishna's final appeal

for five villages for the Pandavas was pooh-poohed

much to the shock of the royal assembly.

Duryodhana's final declaration  -  Not even

a needle point space shall be yielded without war   -

closed the issue, Dhritarastra's meek silence

and wordless hesitation, the helpless protests

of the elders were all rendered irrelevant

by ranting Duryodhana who wanted Krishna held.

The shocked assembly then saw Krishna's

original oracular form wheeling his disk

in spectacular radiance.

The foolish Kauravas stepped back as he

walked out in victorious grace, leaving

the assembly in self stultifying chaos.

 

Auntie, said  Krishna to Kunti, I failed

to stop the clash of brothers; war is

now the dark truth, the sky will fall

in torrents of gore slushing the earth

bones will stick out like stumps

after the harvest of death, unreaped rots:

Kunti moist eyed had no voice as Krishna's

chariot flew towards the dusky sunset.

Draupadi heard what she had foretold

to herself before Krishna went to Hastina.

Pandavas knew what Krishna would bring back

as Drupad, Virat and other message hungry

nobles accepted the dark tidings

in formal fortitude to meet

their future with dutiful preparations.

To arms was the new buzz spreading

from halls to lawns to dining space:

War drums vibrated fear

in the hearts of drooping trees.

 

Krishna with his familiar smile

asked Draupadi, at a corridor bend

Sakhi, did you expect any happy results,

are you shocked or disappointed?

Draupadi in a calm demeanour, said

no shock Sakha, no disappointment,

the peremptory summons of war

came with the roll of dice years ago.

All my thirteen years of soul sickness

waited for the balm of peace but

peace is not to be, if my wounds

are slated to be washed with blood

I never willed it nor desired it ever.

Who in her right senses would have

a death wish and see thousands in

battle array for mutual extinction?

But you are the cause of the war

can you deny it my sweet Sakhi?

O Sakha your words bleed me deep

if I am the cause I will uncause it

I'll pardon Duryodhana and enter fire

I won't allow the future historian

to raise his accusing forefinger

at me as the cause of the Mahabharata war.

But I shall ask you  O Sakha the wielder

of the chakra, why did you kill Kamsa

why Shisupal and many others, for what?

To restore the balance between

good and evil for order and harmony.

What harmony Vasudeva? How can

one death harmonize another murder?

How will this war restore my dignity

time has no backward wings to self correct

wrong directions, it never looks back

it brings no balance save ego massage  -

Krishna laughed amiably: My Sakhi now

is wisdom in tears, if it be so, why

prepare for war, let us all withdraw to

where civilization has not reached and

meditate how to spend the rest of life  -

No Vasudeva withdrawal from life is death,

the ego the fiery soul has its own flame

when lit by enemies and ego hunters

it conflagrates and must consume passions

to calm itself  -  Which is harmony Panchali,

chopped in Krishna with an innocent grin.

If withdrawal is death and fight for rights

is death which death balms your patience

which death consoles your native justice

which death is meet without guilt ?

Choose that Draupadi and the choice is

now inevitably war for your civil rights.

Draupadi nodded her eyes in flood

Krishna placed his arm around her

reassuring her burning soul :

The peace of the living is not a graveyard

yet Sakhi the battlefield becomes one.

 

Sunday, 19 June 2022

My Indian Soul


The air I breathe  

savours prehistoric India

the aroma of sacrificial fires

and chants of Vedic hymns.

Peace, Non-violence is our inheritance

freedom of spirit and body,

faith, rituals are our universal goal.

The world is our family

we are one, all speaking

different tongues on mother India.

Historians have betrayed us

enemies spite us in jealousy.

But we go along the path

Buddha and Gandhi paved for us.

Together we shed our sweat

in fields factories spreading

our knowledge in soft baritones.

 

India is civilization’s peak

and the world moves to reach it

to celebrate life with love.

 

DRAUPADI -77


  

Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's 

DRAUPADI - 77

The Drupad messenger returned

cloud smeared all over, glum and hurt

the message was writ large on his face.

He narrated how he was treated

unwelcome intruder into Hastina's rights

Dhritarastra refused to speak as he

expected Yudhistira to come in person

Duryodhan chided the message, messenger

the Pandavas, claiming they were exposed

before expiry of the exile period

hence they should be exiled for another

thirteen years repeating their forest life.

 

The Pandavas felt betrayed

Drupad, Virat, Vasudeva, seethed

in anger at the irrational, disgraceful

demeanour of the  Hastinapur breed:

What were Bhisma Drona doing? Have the Kurus

lost all logic, dharma and propriety?

Shouted Yajnasena in ruthless temper,

when Arjuna and Bhima stood up

Krishna laughed aloud raising their temper.

Calm Bhima, sit down Arjuna the time is

not propitious for such madness, wait

time's revelations must be perceived

in calm contemplation not in agitation.

I am confident King Dhritarastra will send

an emissary to cajole you to accept

their terms, some diplomat or messenger

will come and then you would know

their mind and plan your future course.

How do you know Vasudeva asked Drupad

that someone will come from Hastinapur?

It's politics Rajan, the conspiracy of

denial of the Pandava rights must be

softened by protestations of intimacy

kind words and conciliatory tone:

The assembly broke in desperate unease.

 

To prove Krishna's prophetic wisdom

Sanjay, the old charioteer of Dhritarastra

a wise sober man of honour

arrived  one morning with a message

of peace and good will for the Pandavas.

The Virat Assembly of eager heads

listened to Sanjay's words of peace

in restless consternation, Yudhistira

asked whether Indraprastha would be given

Sanjay clammed up lowering his head.

 

The stunned Pandavas, Virat, Drupad

became speechless, rage and disbelief

writhing them in unspeakable pain.

Krishna finally broke the silence saying

they have left no choice for us, war

is now the only way to open up their

minds to human law, logic and liberty.

But I doubt even blood and death

may not make them see reason.

Power mad Duryodhana and son mad

Dhritarastra prefer death to life,

destruction to the blossoms of peace  -

If war it is, why waste time,

Arjuna arose with menacing finality,

Bhima's intemperate choler shook his frame

Yudhistira in confusion looked at Vasudeva,

If Dhritarastra wanted me to go in person

let me go ask for Indraprastha - No, No

all the brothers shouted, no further talks.

The Kauravas must be destroyed and

we must have what is rightfully ours:

Patience said Virat, war should be our

last recourse to uncertain glory, think

whether all doors to peace are closed

leaving one door open to perdition. War

is an exciting game in the training fields

when the battle lines are drawn in blood -

What is our scope now, should we abjure

life and go in saffron to meditate

our willing impotence in nature's shady

concerns hiding away from the manly

who rule over the world?  Arjuna  said almost

shaking in frustration -  Calm down Partha

I think, I have to go to mediate for your

rights to give peace its deserved chance:

Everyone's eyes gleamed with hope  -

If I fail, continued Krishna, history will not

pardon me but I don't know if history

ever will pardon me otherwise.

 

Draupadi eavesdropping from behind

the curtains felt weak, but collected

herself, she wanted to enter the hall

and participate in the discussions -

Why should Sakha negotiate on our behalf,

what's there to negotiate when arrogant

affront is vaulted in the name of peace?

Yudhistira still appealed, let's ask for

one city if not Indraprastha, at least

five villages for we brothers five

to seek our fortunes to create our

faith in our manly endeavour to fulfill

our promise to our Maker: Why brother

why this meek surrender to evil,

how is war a sin as you say,

how withdrawal from life is merit?

Krishna continued, Brother! Man ought to

observe three dharmas , First kuladharma

duty towards the family you create

second is Rajadharma, duties towards

the people you serve in your kingdom,

finally Swadharma duty towards

self and society; the person who shirks

these duties is a coward, a non Man,

he who turns away from life, he who

abstains  lapses into negativity.

You must do your duty for by abstaining

you disturb the equilibrium of the world.

 

Draupadi knew it is not cowardice

but convictions which motivates Yudhistira,

she moved apart to her solitariness;

Krishna would argue, she mused, for us

but would he agree to settle for five

villages, if Duryodhana throws like

scornful toys at the Pandavas to show

his magnanimity as the future Kuru King?

Draupadi started at her own thoughts:

No, if our rights are crushed under

arrogant feet, it's our duty to hack

the feet with all our determined might.

Why live under self imposed guilt

of having sacrificed our humanness?

Will history record our sacrifice

as the best illustration of human merit?

No, posterity will call this a sacrilege

of human essence, our children would

call us cowards who threw away their

rights out of fake faith in non violence.

Draupadi shook her head to shake off

such stormy thoughts from her mind.

Sunday, 12 June 2022

Birthday


The knock was insistent

when I opened the door

my drugged steps wobbled

bleary eyes unfocused saw

a man holding a bouquet

bald bearded life beaten man

hard to recognize:

 

Happy  Birthday he said –

Whose Birthday?

Yours I remember

thirty five years have not

touched my memory –

But I don’t know how you know

I don’t recognize face or voice.

 

You didn’t recognize then

how can you now after

Mahanadi has dried up

temple bells replaced by

electric bells to wake you up’

 

Who are you please –

I am just a messenger of love

I have no right to love

but I carry the message

please receive the bouquet.

Thank you

Please forget my birthday

don’t show up next year.


Sabita Sahu

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