Sunday 16 January 2022

Roofless


You promised to lay the roof

with faith and trust

defying time I waited and waited

counting stars from the window

that are doorless

and the rains roofless.

 

Now the walls are crumbling

foundation is already sunk

cankers have grown around the walls,

my dream flower pots are in

anticipation for the harvests of

unreaped hope.

You never came, why I don't know?

 

See my hair is grey, skin is loose

cobwebs appear here and there

is it a joke of fate

or a game of sweet lies,

I sit here light a lamp every day

mumble my prayers.

The roofless sky relents

the wind stops, the lamps burns

what if I am roofless

my roof is larger than

anyone's eye can map.


Sabita Sahu

 

DRAUPADI - 55

Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's 

DRAUPADI - 55 

The Dice Game

 

A hush descended on the durbar Hall

when king Dhritarastra settled on his throne

presiding over what history could record

as the slaughter of Humanity -

where Man's rational fulcrum turned turtle.

The king flagged off the game to please

the whims and murderous fancy of his son.

 

The crooked dice rolled to the call of Shakuni

dooming Yudhistira's gold, diamond rubies

to the maws of Duryodhana's greed

his laughter drowned all sighs and frowns

Yudhistira's Creta, Treta, Dwapar melted

in the  cauldron of Kali, he drew a blank

at every turn of the mystic bones.

Shakuni's sleight of hand strangled

Yudhistira's fortune damning the Pandavas

to the inferno of beggary penury and

indelible shame in life here and hereafter.

 

You have lost your wealth, kingdom

your brothers, brother Yudhistira

Duryodhana said with gloating hilarity.

Your kingdom, jewellery, soldiers, servants

all are mine now, your brothers the great

Bhima, Arjuna, Nakula and Sahadeva are my servants,

what else do you have to stake brother?

I have myself - ha - ha- ha- yes a crownless

body sits and speaks well then try:

The dice refused to oblige, the stunned

Kuru court was deafened by  

Duryodhan's boisterous laughter,

Shakuni's triumphant jibes,

Karna's defiant roars which

enhanced Bhisma's agony, Drona's rage

but the blind eyes of Dhritarastra,

the Deity of Disaster,

never lost their unseen glint.

Duryodhana thundered -  now you too are

my slave admit defeat and fall

at my feet - But nephew dear

the game is not over, the great

Yudhistira has not acknowledged defeat.

- I have nothing to play with

said Yudhistira hanging his face -

Who said you have nothing? You have

the greatest treasure of the country

said Duryodhana echoed by Karna:

You have Draupadi your wife

the arrogant beauty whose laughter

still rings in my ears, stake her:

Yudhistira raised his face his eyes,

a glimmer of hope, he sat straight

I now stake Draupadi against

everything I lost so far - No o o !

A loud no rang in the conscience

of Bhisma, Drona, Kripacharya but

the reverberation ended where it began.

 

Bhima  Arjuna protested a desperate

howling of anger immediately silenced

by the Duryodhana brigade - You slaves!

How dare you shout  here without permission?

You have no choice, no voice save

to serve me, please me to eat and sleep.

Mama! Yudhistira has already staked

give me the magic number to claim

Draupadi and trounce her pride

by mastering her in my private chamber:

The dice rolled the desired number

voiceless Yudhistira was dead inside

the Pandavas lost whatever was left of

their identities, their manly essence.

 

 

Sunday 9 January 2022

DRAUPADI - 54

Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's 

DRAUPADI - 54 


Evil's First Step

Vidura entered the Kuru court

straight from his dusty chariot

King Dhritarastra, Yuvraj Duryodhana

Karna and the curious seniors

Bhisma, Drona were all eyes and ears

when Vidura said great king - What?

Why do you pause speak up,

Duryodhana expressed his impatience. -

Great king I was welcomed by Pandavas

with sincere cordiality, the Emperor

Yudhistira and his brothers read the missive -

O' cut the crap what was their answer

Duryodhana shouted: Be civil Prince

if you want only the answer well

Emperor  Yudhistira has accepted our

invitation to play dice in our palace:

Shakuni, Duryodhana and karna

said gleefully - Bravo! The best piece

of news in Hastinapur after long years!

Dhritarastra asked Vidura, Will he

come with my other sons! O' I am so

happy, come Vidura take your seat.

Vidura sat his face betraying misery

Bhisma too was thoughtful and glum.

This news doesn't portend well, Son,

the dice has ruined people. Dice is a

thin layer over deceptive pits, you

gain nothing win nothing save your ego:

Duryodhana stood up your duty was to

get the news not to wax eloquent on

hypothetical consequences and fear mongering.

Vidura said, your tongue has never

tasted the sweetness of truth, you excel

in  chest thumping arrogance - Quiet!

Shouted Dhritarastra, Yudhistira has

accepted our invitation, I thank him

I  am eager to meet with the Pandavas

the game will  be played here in our

presence and it must be all in good humour -

Your majesty, Vidura said, fun is fine

but when stakes are high all humours

dry up, fun possesses the mind to drive

funny indiscretions into all moral sanity.

What will history record? The royal court

was a gambling den, two kings - Stop!

Vidura it's a royal practice,  a ritual

the barbarism you insinuate is false;

I do not insinuate your Majesty, I urge

if it is your will I have nothing to say.

Vidura sat down in total despair, the king

Dhritarastra pronounced the final word

the game will be played to cement our

relationship with the Pandavas,

Duryodhana and Yudhistira are my sons,

I want them to prosper together.          

No Escape


 

I shot the rainbow

my arrow kissed it and returned

I asked why didn't you break it

you sent me with love to greet it

not to destroy it.

 

I set fire to my books

knowledge made me guilty

of non participation in criticality:

the fire refused to burn

when I asked the cold flame said

I have no strength to burn wisdom.

In disgust, I ate poison

waited for my neck to turn blue

my body to shake vigorously:

nothing happened; when I asked

are you poison or

your character is lost

in the moral confusion

revolting me to end everything -

 

It said you cannot escape

drink life's poison and breathe

sonorously your agony

life will turn sweet.


Sabita Sahu

Sunday 2 January 2022

The Road Ends?


I don't know how long

I have been walking

in aimless freedom

reaching nowhere.

I always thought

I had a point to reach

and that is the midpoint

between hope and frustration

to choose my own course

without wandering and wavering

to achieve something to redeem

my birth's pledge, unwritten though.

 

But I didn't know how to achieve it

I tried an NGO

but was disappointed

I tried through my family

I was denied freedom

I am trying through my writing

I don't know

whether I could reach my goal.

 

The weight of time on my bones

on my frayed nerves is

now aching heavy

no one caresses my pain and hurt

and I wait for no one to call me

for a midwinter dream

away from paths and goals;

I did not respond to when the call came

I have none to blame.

 

Ladles I held, syringes I held

nursed patient in hospitals

visited destitute homes

trying to bring them to normal life

wrote volumes communicated

my feelings in magical words,

no no not magical but authentic:

But when the world is asleep

what could I do save

walking aimless in deserted streets?

 

Now I am everywhere

sitting in my study room

is there any road left for me.


Sabita Sahu

DRAUPADI -53

Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's 

DRAUPADI - 53 

The moment Vidura left

apparently worried which

Draupadi saw in his forced smile:

Draupadi asked, how could you agree

for a dice game in Hastinapur?

I admit it is a ritual in Rajasuya

but in your own palace as a formality

to establish noble vibes and moral power.

The Vedic belief has perpetuated this

in the Rajasuya but have you forgotten

what Krishna said when the proposal

came from the Kuru princes and

how he evaded it and dissuaded you

quoting what the crest jewel of sages

the wise Vyasa had predicted about you:

that you, Yes my husband, you Yudhistira

shall be the cause of the extinction

of the Khsatryas after thirteen years.

 

Bhima interjected, is there any

guarantee you will win, if you lose

you can imagine the consequences.

Arjuna said the fickle dice has never

faced up prosperity or peace

it leads to war and ruin: Enough

Yudhistira almost shouted, leave me

I cannot dishonour father Dhritarastra.

He has invited us with filial love

moreover I am a king I cannot

reject the invitation of a king

who is our father, a figure we grew up with

now go and prepare for the visit.

 

The brothers went severally, Yudhistira

fastwalked his conflict to his room

Draupadi stood hesitant for a while

then walked heavy footed to her chamber.

 

Draupadi was restless in the bed.

How could he agree, Vidura

himself was not pleased when

Yudhistira said yes he accepted

the invitation for the dice game.

Vidura's eyes paled in disappointment,

his smile was not organic,

his words, towards the end lacked vigour

he was pained inside, Draupadi

certainly saw the hurt in his eyes.

Draupadi changed sides, but

she must do something -  what

what can she do to convince

Yudhistira of the hell hole ahead?

Dice means Kali, the zero

the lowest in the scheme of things

Krita, Treta Dwapar and Kali

the dice board has traps

squared for  Kali's mischief.

Yudhistira is so wise and so foolish

to walk into the trap -

What invitation is this? For gambling?

That too in the court the royal

audience clapping the victor and

laughing away the loser? No

she must stop him even if

she incured his wrath. She got up

changed her dress and in  slow

but firm steps moved towards

Yudhistira's chamber wearing a smile.

 

I know why you are here, said Yudhistira.

I know you know why I am here

I am here to remind you of Jatugriha

Have you forgotten that, have you

forgotten the humiliation in the forests?

The dice invitation too is a trap

you are the Emperor of Aryabarta

your glory shines everywhere,

people adore you, pray for your long life: Why?

Because they have faith in your nobility

your sense of justice your equanimity

your love of truth and tireless service.

What will people think when they see you

gambling in another kingdom leaving

Indraprastha to indifferent officials?

 

Come nearer Draupadi sit by my side

think again, you know dice is always

played by the royals, it is form and ritual,

how could I not go when my elder father

invites me through his wise Minister,

my grandfather, how could I insult

them by rejecting such an invitation?

 

I agree the formal logic holds

but should Yudhistira the Dharmaraja

not rise above such ritualistic evil

which has ruined families and kingdoms?

You are so wise how do you not see

the intent behind this dice invitation?

Can you ever trust Duryodhana?

And his mentor director  Shakuni?

What my Sakha Krishna Vasudeva did

by killing Kamsa, Jarasandha and

setting you up as the Emperor would be

smashed by one call of dice.

 You now have the support and loyalty

a hundred  thousand kings respect you

Krishna made the kings free of tyranny

exploitation and fear

vesting all hope on your administration

impartial justice and magnanimity.

But this dice will paint you black

anyone can say the great Yudhistira

cannot make things happen by his judgement

meticulous work and confidence,

he depends on chance, the deceitful dice

to change his fortunes - Stop

cried Yudhistira, don't excite my patience

your words are poisoned, a vituperative

stream of skewed logic to divert

my course: I have given word I cannot

be a break promise moron.

I'll go. You too shall come

sealing your lips with prudence. 

 

Draupadi calmly walked out,  her eyes

darkening with gathering clouds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday 26 December 2021

Another Dawn

When the dawn raises

the curtain of night

the scarlet sun shines

for another day's world

to reveal new dimensions of life.

 

The world moves with its motion

some questions remain unsolved

some are buried and some move on.

Yet memories of yesterday's

crane their necks and meet

their fate like the previous night.

 

I wish I had a chance to

relate my dreams, desires and ideas

of my soul and mind where each

dawn would usher a new life

erasing the dumbness.

But here I see the hearts are burning

minds are in fumes

protectors turn destroyers

days and nights are unconnected

where freedom is surrendered

love becomes a business deal

how can my free soul accept this?

I reject to own such a new day

a new world a new life.


Sabita Sahu

 

Forever New