କେବେ ମୁଁ ଯେ ଜଳେ କେବେ ତୁମେ ଜଳ
କେବେ ଜଳୁ ସାଙ୍ଗ ହୋଇ
ବିରହ-ବେଦନା ଏମିତି ନିଆଁଟେ
ଜାଳୁଥାଏ ଛପି ରହି ।।ମୁଁ ଯେ ଖୋଜୁଥାଏ ଗୋଟେ ପାଖେ ଆଉ
ତୁମେ ଖୋଜ ଆର ପାଖେ
ମିଳେ ନାହିଁ କାହିଁ ଭେଟିବାର ସୁଖ
ଫେରୁଥାଉ ଯେଝା ଦୁଃଖେ
ଦୁନିଆର ସେହି ସୀମାରେଖା ଡେଇଁ
କେବେ ପାରି ନାହୁଁ ଯାଇ
କେବେ ମୁଁ ଯେ ଜଳେ କେବେ ତୁମେ ଜଳ
କେବେ ଜଳୁ ସାଙ୍ଗ ହୋଇ ।।ତୁମକୁ ମୁଁ କେବେ କହି ପାରି ନାହିଁ
ମୋ ନିଜର ମନକଥା
ତୁମେ ବି ତ କେବେ କହି ନାହଁ ମୋତେ
କିବା ଅଛି ମନେ ବ୍ୟଥା
ଆମରି ଭିତରେ ଅକୁହା ଯା’ ଅଛି
କେବେ ପାରି ନାହୁଁ କହି
କେବେ ମୁଁ ଯେ ଜଳେ କେବେ ତୁମେ ଜଳ
କେବେ ଜଳୁ ସାଙ୍ଗ ହୋଇ ।।ଅଜୟ କୁମାର ବେହେରା
ଅତିରିକ୍ତ ମଣ୍ଡଳ ଉନ୍ନୟନ ଅଧିକାରୀ,ଜଗତସିଂହପୁର
ଜଗତସିଂହପୁର ସାହିତ୍ୟ ପରିଷଦ
ଓଡ଼ିଆ ଭାଷା ସାହିତ୍ୟ ପରିଷଦ
ଚିହ୍ନା ଚିହ୍ନା ଲାଗେ ଯେବେ
ତୋର ଦୁଇ ଆଖି
କେତେ କଥା ମୁଁ ଭାବେ
ନିଛାଟିଆ ବସି
ନୀତି ଗୁଣୁ ଗୁଣୁ ହେଉଥାଏ
ତୋରି ସ୍ବର
କରିବାକୁ ତତେ ମୁଁ ନିଜର
ରାଜେଶ୍ କୁମାର
କେଜାଣି କାହିଁକି ଭାରି ମନେପଡେ
ଆଜି ଏ ସଞ୍ଜ ବେଳାରେ
ମଧୁ ମିଳନର ମହୁଆ ନିଶାରେ
ମନଟି କାହିଁକି ଝୁରେ..ତନ୍ଦ୍ରା ହୀନ ମୋ ଆଖୀରେ ଯେମିତି
ସପନ ଯାଇଛି ଲାଖି,
ପଲକ ପଡୁନି ଆଖିରେ ମୋହର
ଉଜାଗର ସାରା ରାତି…ଦିନ ଲାଗୁଅଛି ସତେ କିବା ରାତି
ରାତି ଲାଗେ ଅବା ଦିନ,
ଏଇ ଫଗୁଣରେ ଭେଟ ହେବ କିବା
ଶିହରଇ ତନୁ ମନ …କମନୀୟ ବେଶ ଝଟକିବ ଆସି
ଟିକି ଦୁନିଆରେ ମୋର,
ଜହ୍ନ ଜୋଛନା ରୁ ତୋଫା ଦିଶୁଥିବ
ମିଠା ମିଠା ଥିବ ସୁର…ହସି ଉଠୁଥିବ ଆକାଶର ଚାନ୍ଦ
ଦେଖି ଆମ ମିଳନର,
ମିଟି ମିଟି କରି ଲୁଚି ଦେଖୁଥିବେ
ତାରାଗଣ ଆକାଶର…ଚହଲି ଉଠିବ ମୋ ହୃଦ ସାଗର
ତୁମ ପ୍ରୀତି ସ୍ପର୍ଶ ପାଇ,
ରୁଣୁଝୁଣୁ ପାଉଁଜି ଛନ୍ଦ ତୋଳୁଧିବ
ସ୍ବପ୍ନ ବିଭୋରିତ ହୋଇ…ଦିନରେ ଆଉ ମୁଁ ସପନ ଦେଖୁନି
ଯାହା ଭାବୁଅଛି ଆଜି,
ଆଖିର ନିଦ ତୋ ଚୋରାଇ ନେଇଚ
ମିଳନ ଯା ଅଛି ବାକି….ପୁରୁଣା ବାରିପଦା, ମୟୂରଭଞ୍ଜ
ସବୁଠୁ ସୁନ୍ଦର ମହୁଠୁ ମଧୁର
ପ୍ରିୟ ତୋ ସୁନେଲି କିରଣ
ତାକୁ ଛୁଇଁଲେ ମିଳନ ମୁଁ ହୋଇ ପଡେ
ଖୋଜୁଛି ତତେ ମୁଁ ରାତି ଦିନ…
ଜୀବନର ପ୍ରତ୍ୟେକ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ
ତୁମ ସହ ବଞ୍ଚିବାକୁ ଚାହେଁ
ଜୀବନର ପ୍ରତ୍ୟେକ ନିଃଶ୍ୱାସ
ତୁମ ସହ ବାଣ୍ଟିବାକୁ ଚାହେଁ
ଜୀବନ ଅଛି ହେଲେ ତୁମେ
ନାହିଁ ମୋ ଭାଗ୍ୟରେ..କଳ୍ପନାର ନାୟିକା ଟେ ତୁମେ
ମୋ ପ୍ରେମ ଗଳ୍ପରେ
ଅପ୍ରାପ୍ୟ ମୁକ୍ତାଟେ ତୁମେ
ସାଗର ବେଳାରେ….ଛାତିର ସ୍ପନ୍ଦନ ତୁମେ
ମୋ ହୃଦୟ ରେ
ନିରବ ପ୍ରେମ ମୋର ପ୍ରତିଥର କହେ
ଜୀବନର ପ୍ରତ୍ୟେକ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ
ତୁମ ସହ ବଞ୍ଚିବାକୁ ଚାହେଁ ..ରଙ୍ଗଭରା ବସନ୍ତଟେ ତୁମେ
ମୋ ପ୍ରେମ ଋତୁ ରେ
ପୂନେଇଁ ଜହ୍ନ ଟେ ତୁମେ
ମୋ କଳ୍ପିତ ରାତ୍ରରେ
ବୃଥା ଏ ସବୁ ଭାବନା
ଏଇ ଜୀବନରେ…ପ୍ରେମ ଅଛି ହେଲେ ତୁମେ
ନାହିଁ ମୋ ଭାଗ୍ୟରେ
ତଥାପି ମନ କାହିଁ ତୁମକୁ ହଁ ଚାହେଁ
ଜୀବନର ପ୍ରତ୍ୟେକ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ
ତୁମ ସହ ବଞ୍ଚିବାକୁ ଚାହେଁ ….
ପୁରୁଣା ବାରିପଦା, ମୟୂରଭଞ୍ଜ
ଅଳସୀ ରାତିର ବିଳାସୀ ସପନ
ଅମୀୟ ପୁଲକ ତୋଳେ
ରୂପ ଚନ୍ଦ୍ରିକାର ରୋମାଞ୍ଚିତ ଧାରା
ଭସାମେଘ ଆଢୁଆଳେ
ସପନର ଫୁଲ ଝରେ
ପ୍ରୀତି ପାରିଜାତ ପ୍ରଣୟ କୁଞ୍ଜରେ
ନୀଳ ସମ୍ମୋହନ ଭରେ
ବୟସ ନଦୀର ତୀରେ ।।
ସାଉଁଟୁ ଥିଲି ମୁଁ ସୁଧାମୟ ମଧୁ
ସ୍ବପ୍ନଭିଜା ରଜନୀରେ
ପ୍ରୀତିସୁଧା ଖୋଜେ ମନ ପ୍ରଜାପତି
ପ୍ରିୟାଓଠ ଧାରେଧାରେ
ମିଠା ସପନର ପୁରେ
ସପନ ସୁନ୍ଦରୀ ମହକ ମାଧୁରୀ
ମନ ଆନମନା କରେ
ବୟସ ନଦୀର ତୀରେ ।।
ଲାବଣ୍ୟବତୀର ରୂପ ପସରାରେ
ଅମାନିଆ ପ୍ରୀତି ଛନ୍ଦ
ଭିଜା ନିଶିଥର ମାଧୁର୍ଯ୍ୟ ମଧୁରେ
ଝରୁଥିଲା ମକରନ୍ଦ
ପ୍ରୀତିମୟ ଉପଚାରେ
ମନ ଝୁମିଯାଏ ମୋହିନୀ ମାୟାରେ
ଅଳକାନନ୍ଦାର ଧାରେ
ବୟସ ନଦୀର ତୀରେ ।।
ମନ ମଧୁଶାଳା ପୀରତି ଉଛୁଳା
ମୁକୁଳା ଯୌବନ ବନେ
ମାତବରୀ ଏଇ ବୟସ ଝୁମଇ
ପ୍ରିୟା ପ୍ରୀତି ଅନୁଦାନେ
ପ୍ରେମ ରଙ୍ଗ ଅଭିସାରେ
ସପନ କୁଞ୍ଜର ରେଶମୀ ଶେଯରେ
ପ୍ରୀତି ପଦ୍ମରାଗ ଝରେ
ବୟସ ନଦୀର ତୀରେ ।।
ସପନେ ସପନେ ମନ ଉପବନେ
ମତୁଆଲା ପ୍ରୀତି ନିଶା
ଖୋଲିଗଲା ଯହିଁ ନୟନ ପେଟିକା
ମଉଳିଲା ସ୍ବପ୍ନ ଆଶା
ପ୍ରିୟା ମୋ ରହିଲା ଦୂରେ
ବିରହ ବ୍ୟଥାରେ ବିଦିର୍ଣ୍ଣ ବୁକୁରେ
ବେଦନା ଲହରି ମାରେ
ବୟସ ନଦୀର ତୀରେ ।।
ବୟସ ନଦୀର ତୀରେ ମୁଁ ଖୋଜଇ
ପ୍ରିୟା ମୃଦୁ ପାଦଚିହ୍ନ
ବିତିଗଲା ମୋର ରୂପରୁ ବୟସ
ଉଜୁଡିଲା ଯଉବନ
ପିଆସୀ ପରାଣ ଝୁରେ
ମାନସେ ପ୍ରିୟାର ରୂପଚିତ୍ର ଆଙ୍କେ
ସପନର ବାଲିଘରେ
ବୟସ ନଦୀର ତୀରେ ।।
କେଶଦୁରାପାଳ
କେନ୍ଦୁଝର
ଦୂରଭାଷ ୯୧୭୮୫୬୮୨୪୬
I harbor certain ideas that I wouldn’t dare to express.
There are some words that I just cannot write because doing so makes them too real.
They are now stored inside of me.
Include Nearly and Potentially
Emotions and thoughts are in flux.
They are the parts of myself that I will never be able to forgive.
They would destroy my entire universe if I spoke them.
They wouldn’t give me the same look they used to.
If they were even able to get themselves to look at me.
I had lost my bearings.
All of my efforts would be for nothing.
Ironically, nothing but dirt was left behind.
If they don’t come out, they are only almost.
I hope you’re having a good time.
I hope you enjoy your new appearance.
I hope it’s working for you.
I’m sure your ego has always been your true best buddy.
I hope you’ve surrounded yourself with individuals that support you and can fake chuckle.
When it gets silent, I pray you don’t realize how alone you are.
I hope you don’t recall anything that happened.
Happened, but people speak about it Enough for me to know you do.
And that everything you’ve done to persuade yourself that you don’t.
You believed you could start afresh,
Mistakes, on the other hand, have a way of clinging to you like dampness in the air.
Do you have problems breathing lately?
I would like to say,
If the chance arises.
I’d repeat the process.
Not worth the effort.
It wasn’t worth it for you.
If I could turn the clock back
And you are Eternal Sunshine in my mind,
Without a doubt, I would carry it out.
It’s harder to erase you than you might imagine.
It would be a lie, though.
Your presence is felt everywhere.
Every technology device and social media network I own,
I would use only my hands to scour my brain clean.
will demonstrate our recollections to me.
Every time I believe I have removed every image,
I discover one I missed.
If only I could slither inside my skull.
The yellow glow is you. to my quickening mind.
You may read them when they calm down.
Similar to fridge magnets,
Arranging bright letters in a manner reminiscent of childhood’s simplicity and ease.
Using cautious hands,
You say “hope” To some,
My ideas were written in hieroglyphics.
Not worth the effort to understand.
I’ve been moving at full speed for a very long time.
And the path I’m on is exhausting.
When night falls, there are no streetlights.
I pose a threat to society.
I terrify the people walking by.
They are aware of events.
If they approach too closely
You cause me to lag enough to once more appreciate the surroundings.
Yes, who knew?
The sun will always shine, and the grass was green on all sides.
He compliments my posture and inquires as to how I achieved it.
Was it something my parents pounded into me?
I took writing courses, right?
How about study?
I am aware that he believes this to be a simple inquiry.
With an easy resolution.
He is not ready for the reality.
He is unwilling to learn
That I experienced early puberty and used to slump in my seat to conceal it my rapid growth.
He doesn’t want to know that I used to try to make myself as invisible to someone
Who could always locate me as possible by collapsing my frame as much as possible.
He is unwilling to hear.
Describing the steps I took to train my shoulders to expand up and sit at their actual breadth.
He doesn’t want to be told that developing a spine is uncomfortable.
The mother
And I aim for the concealed space
I have come this far.
Over one table
A mirror appears in my mother.
She says, “Aim here with a pool stick.”
I haven’t come that far in my life yet.
When the cue ball drops,
You are expected to know where all of the best players are.
Top players are aware of this,
You ought to be conscious of the cue ball’s landing place.
She claims, “Here, aim.
I haven’t gotten to that point in my life yet.”
My mother takes a pool stick and transforms into a mirror.
Over one table
Now that I’ve come this far,
I try to aim for the invisible spot.
The mother.
Do not inquire of your kids.
To aim towards remarkable lives.
While such effort may appear praiseworthy,
But that is the dumb way.
Instead, assist them in discovering the marvel.
And the wonder of daily living.
Show them how much fun tasting is.
Apples, pears, and tomatoes teach them to cry
When people and pets pass away.
Show them the limitless joy
In a hand’s contact.
And bring the commonplace to life for them.
The exceptional will handle itself.
Tonight, I donned my black gown.
You are my diamond and my perfume,
And after smelling like you,
I painted my lips crimson and adored my body.
Oh boy! but you dump me on the road,
Causing me to realize that you were mistaken.
You are the lucifer of my misery.
I thank you at night.
Bless me with each touch you give me
My passion with a kiss
I’ll lose blood for you.
Don’t make me run through the woods in utter despair just to see your grin.
Observing your wet eyes
Don’t fool or play tonight; simply say, “Bless me, baby.”
Secrets of Time
I knew a junior.
With torn clothing
And cheerful eyes
I inquired about how
She discovered hope.
In an imperfect world
Love, she spoke
Lifelong love for her
I’ll die after she does.
On every vista
Through all of time
Her hands were lovely.
A map from her past
And dreams she had.
Time is running out.
Child kicking dragged me into
Chilly planet
A near-abortion
You sent that chick.
It’s almost over.
Fuck The sensation is present for me.
Largest heart
I have to admit it
Angels are present and keeping watch.
They are vigilant. Dark valley
See me leave
All time is over.
The angels scream.
So it turned out
Finally, it’s my turn.
Excessive grins, and
Minor chemical imbalances
To be amended gradually
That showed up as a precipice. that you will trip and fall
Into digital images of moments
Of the things you miss and the things that don’t really affect you.
Tone and venues for creativity
I put on a pair of jeans.
Two substantial jugs
Almost completely vacant,
But in various levels anticipating the next stage of “life”
You protected me when
When I tried to push you away,
You were always there to pull me back.
You cherish me enough.
That I learned to love myself from you,
My better half is you.
The person I receive a call at home.
I have no idea when or how it occurs:
To fall in love with someone.
Perhaps it’s in the summertime breeze.
Perhaps the first snowfall;
Perhaps love is concealed there.
The journal’s pages can be just above your head.
Higher lip perhaps, just perhaps
Love is universal.
That which we are in every location,
Falling in love is an action
Simply the action of observing it.
I love rain, and I am a peacock.
The possibility of rain intrigues me.
a happy shower that might come.
Raindrops pelting against the roof can be heard.
I want it to conceal my tears as well.
Because I see it attempting to do so.
I adore rain and am a peacock.
I exaggerate how happy I am.
I think I will pass away.
As it touches me, I touch the rain.
Fearing that others will witness my suffering,
The lies have made me cry.
I adore rain and am a peacock.
To be clear, I’m not
Perfect Nobody, I assert
My ideal world would embrace my imperfections.
I make efforts to be charitable and joyful.
Newly enlisted soldier
Being an initial soldier.
I’m not as brave as you may assume.
Getting older
But you’d be in error.
Indeed, it was thrilling.
At a time when the government was inviting.
The possibility of valiantly fighting.
But they were mistaken.
The surroundings were muddy.
The confessions were bloody.
We believed our positions to be strong.
However, we erred.
The last couple rounds did tremble.
He believed we had prevailed.
He was in error.
Oh, Lie !
Tell me why mirrors don’t reflect you;
It’s ironic that you are the truth.
Just a sigh.
Every time I invent you !
Each time I take a breath from you, I feel high;
You force me to run away from the truths;
You enable me to survive in an adverse world !
A practical glue fix my damaged components;
Becoming more enticing
Because I don’t want to be split apart !
Believing that you are an incense;
I know in my heart that you smell bad;
I have to become friends with you
Because you are the brutal truth !
The tasks I put off
So that I won’t forget, I bold them.
It might not be writer’s blog.
I’m loving to reach readers.
I need to access the whole truth for it to be really good.
A gazer I scroll through the bold, passing past doors that are slammed.
I run into former coworkers.
But most importantly,
I now understand all they have taught me,
Including the importance of keeping my secrets.
Some will continue to be as courageous as they can,
While others will eventually glimpse the light and,
Boy, will they shine and smell of fire.
Viewing the bold as you scroll.
You’re not ready for a killer poem yet,
So I’ll let them alone for the time being.
Perhaps I’m not ready to identify my haters yet.
The beach side sunset of Golden Sea Beach
And the colorful rainbow Peach
The rain’s gentle cares.
The emotional lonely feeling.
Each has memories in it.
I regret the opportunities I’ve lost.
I have missed those boats returning inside of the Sea.
The gems I’ve discovered.
Finding something new near the waves sound.
Everyone has memories.
They shoot those moments with their smartphones and cameras.
They making the site more joyful and alive.
The transformative shift.
The source of illumination for my soul.
The scenery that gave me completeness.
Each and every moments of things has a memory.
Every person in the forest of life is a hunter.
Pursuing love and aspirations with all of my eyes.
Of famine moving swiftly
Their heartbeats sound like thunder.
Everyone wants to be the winner,
Which leaves me wondering.
What if we take a moment to slow down?
Just take in the trip.
How about if we move contentedly with pride,
For enduring despite all the hardships we cried.
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How do I fall in love with you?
To be a lover makes me nervous.
I might get lost in your beautiful smiley face.
In your deepest selfishness heart,
I might stay in your small world.
I might drown.
How can I love you?
To fall in love makes me nervous.
As a result of your absence,
I might break !
When you’re silent, it sounds strident.
I might quake !
Oh my love, in the silence of your passing.
I might nod off. A never-ending nap !
How do you love me?
To fall in love does not makes you nervous ?