Thursday, November 21, 2013

Smell of an old book





Often when wintry smog blankets my distance corn fields
in no time fumes of reminiscences come out of a familiar chimney.

One by one cranes in curve of my eye balls pass by.

The smell of Mahua flowers fills up my heart.

Then I am back to me with excess of it.

Often when the four walls of my existence entraps me in sombre,
Mahua again comes from inside an old book. .

At once Basabadutta gives a nubile blink.

The cloud sets out as the messenger of Yakshya.

and in idleness I think of an appointment with J M Keynes and Lenin.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

A ring of paper..



In a marooned afternoon nothing works.

Add a little more sugar to a cup of coffee;
either it melts too tough or too tender 
on the pallet of tongue.

Have you ever seen a paper ring rolling 
there in a marooned afternoon?

It certainly hasn't rolled many afternoons
like a gladiolus in the garden.

But it aches when a paper ring rolls..
Because in a marooned afternoon
 a dirge is heard on death of a baby
yet to be inside womb..

Friday, November 15, 2013

Illusion




Fallen leaves are lifted up by the breeze.

A silent void awakens on tree barks.

Twilight veils up a deep dark curtain
wiping off the far away foot prints.

I look around. 
 The sea by my side is not visible anymore. 
Only I can hear the roar.

I look back at my abode.
It's not far.

But I can't walk down there.

The sandy realism has intensified
and I am lifted by something beyond reason.





Monday, October 14, 2013

Jaa re Bhasi Bhasi Jaa .....



The boat man sings..

My , O my boat sail on floating,
dancing on the blue waves of river Mahanadi..
go on floating o my boat..

On the river bank of Sambalpur
the village maiden(nani) is taking her bath..
The red falling of her Saree is visible from the
common place of bathing..

The boatman pleads..

O maiden, tell me why your parents are so cruel
not to make you tie wedlock as yet?

The maiden replies..

O boatman, listen.. searches for my groom is going on.
My father looks for a relation from distance
where my mother is looking for a house-groom*..

Beneath the surrounding wall of the Kantilo Nilamadhab temple
the white complexioned girl(Gori)
has loosened her black thick cloud hair
in the flow of river..

The boatman pleads..
O maiden, tell me why your parents are so cruel
not to make you tie wedlock as yet?

The maiden replies..
O boatman, listen.. when the horoscope matches
the Mughalbandi* groom says that I am a Gadajatia*

In the bank of Banki's Mahanadi the young softy (Nabinaa Sukumari)
sits lone off mood at the place of bathing for women.

The boatman pleads..
O maiden, tell me why your parents are so cruel
not to make you tie wedlock as yet?

The maiden replies..
O boatman, listen.. Who shall marry me?
Everyone who glances at me dislikes
if I am a dark complexioned girl...

In the ghats of Gadagadia a Katakiani girl (a maiden of Cuttack)
brightening the bathing place polishes her golden body..

The boatman pleads..
O maiden, tell me why your parents are so cruel
not to make you tie wedlock as yet?

The maiden replies..
O boatman, you, vendor of ginger, listen.. shameless
what's to your father if I am married or not?

The maiden beauty of tala maala
finding the ghat lonesome
after having a satisfactory bath  is laving her wear..

The boatman pleads..
O beauty, tell me why your parents are so cruel
not to make you tie wedlock as yet?

The maiden replies..
O boatman, listen.. How one can marry
when the clerk candidate from Bhubaneswar asks for a scooter...?

Presentation of the song through sand art





Here I have translated a popular Odia folk song presented by  noted Singer and lyricist late Akshya Mohanty.. I like this beautiful song because of it's folk essence and simplicity. It gives a picture of Indian society where marriage of a grown up girl seems as the pivotal cause of concern. A boat man while visiting different ghats of river Mahanadi with his boat meets unmarried girls who gave different reasons of not being married then, the last girl giving the cause 'demand of dowry' is beautifully picturised.. The most interesting part I felt is the picturing of the attitude of a Kataki girl... I like it.. This is how aroma of soil comes...:D

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Conceit





Let words have their invincible governance 
let words someday pass beyond world
like beams of light rising towards clouds...
I am but my wholesome
in a world of wordlessness..
the sky beyond worldliness..

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Who is coming?


Who is coming?
Who is coming?
The world has begun dancing
and is dancing my enraptured mind
It goes on dancing and dancing.
Today, it is 
in impatience and exhilaration...

Who is coming?
Who is coming?
Flowers started beaming
in forests and gardens
Spring breeze started blowing
in every house
lightened- elated
visioned- gloried
in impatience and exhilaration...

Who is coming?
Who is coming?
The world has begun dancing
and is dancing my enraptured mind
It goes on dancing and dancing
Yamuna river is flowing upstream
Why so ecstatic is life!
Joyed- liven
lengthened- touched
in impatience and exhilaration...

Who is coming?
Who is coming?
The world has begun dancing
and is dancing my enraptured mind
It goes on dancing and dancing

This is translation of one of my favorite Odia songs. This song is from the movie "Mathura Bijay"- 1979, Music composed by- the great classical musician Balakrushna Dash and sung by Bhajana Samrat Bhikari Bal.. This song portrays the greatest devotee Narada's joy when when Lord Vishnu was about to incarnate as Krisna. It's favorite to me because I feel every time is auspicious for God's entrance / incarnation to guide a needy soul, it's how we ready our heart and welcome him...


Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Secrets

"Virgin of the Rock"- Leonardo Da Vinci


The river flows silently in the heart of 
the maiden in the land of ever youth.
No one knows when the river flinches or floods..
No one knows when flock of birds
wallow in jingling of waist clasp
just above the silvery shiny bed of water..
 No one ever knows when the river 
deceivingly settles in the sparkle of the first dew drop
on an unseen wild rose 
and on my trembling lip folds..
Today when repeatedly she confuted its lyric
I am singing only that song...!