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.

Sunday 26 September 2021

Pave Your Path with Love


The road was paved  with blood

bleeding bodies lay mangled

and  bruised like sign posts

of man's self exiled politics

stabbing human togetherness.

 

Human will is corrupt,

human desires are also corrupt

man tries to snatch away what is not his:

he plots, conspires and kills

to grab a lustful moment from

time's treasures.

 

When will man learn humility

O foolish man your footprints

will be muddy in the next rain.

If you can give your love

conquer hearts turn the road of hate

into the path of love:

you will walk on a divine path

to your nirvana.

 

 

 

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