WHAT A CONTRAST BETWEEN ME AND MY ACTIONS!

WHAT A CONTRAST BETWEEN ME AND MY ACTIONS!

Yes, I have grown much matured with unpredictable Time,
To play like a multi-faceted, chameleonic actor:
Who can, while bleeding in sorrows, sing a sweet, jolly rhyme,
And being a beneficiary, can pretend well to be a benefactor!
I can soon shed seas of salty, sour tears,
Even when I swim in a sweet, happy ocean;
So that I will need no more money to win compassion,
So that I can lead a life, full of frolics and cheers!

Yes, I have grown much sagacious with experience:
To hug you warmly, and wish you a long and luxurious life,
To beseech God for your peace, prosperity and health,
Even when I plot to efface you with a Shylock's spiteful knife,
While I pose as a preacher despite being devoid of common sense,
While I show up as a Saint though, in a devil's den, I forever dwellth!

*dwellth - dwell

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 31.07.2018

A SAD SONG OF MOTHER NATURE

A SAD SONG OF MOTHER NATURE

When I rain, much more you, the humans, gain,
Grows more greenery to bring you forth more grain,
To fill all the bellies, to remove the starvation pain,
To restore revelry, to sustain the food chain!

I do ignite the Sun for the vital evaporation,
For the warmth, photosynthesis, and the bright light,
To welcome the day, to bid a farewell to the dark night,
To minimize misery, and maximize elation!

I do fan shivering waves to check the heat of the earth,
To fetch an apparel of pearl, I march to the North,
To embellish Myself with varied flowers to surge your mirth,
To enhance your abundance, and ebb your dearth!

Alas! Still, your human eyes can never see Beauty in any of my Seasons!
So, for your miseries, your fastidious nature is one of the major reasons!

*Fastidious - hard to please

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TO MY DESDEMONA

TO MY DESDEMONA

O my Desdemona, the very Venetian dazzling damsel,
In your matchless Beauty, undoubtedly, you supersede all and excel!
A million Monalisas lag behind before your lasting lustre,
For, your are the brightest Star in Beauty's luminous cluster!

Yes, you dominate the domain of glittering grace,
The rest are miles away in the bewitching Beauty's race!
You replicate mesmerizing Beauty's irrefutable definition,
While your counterparts are merely your shadowed simulation!

Oh! To your captivating Beauty, the gaping, gasping eyes get glued,
Whosoever terms "You are smply beautiful." must be biased and rude!
But, I perceive, and call you a sprightly and spellbinding 'Fair Rose',
For, out of your galvanizing glance, a soothing vernal breeze blows!

Thus, may your beacon of Beauty keep shining and guiding forever!
May your Beauty sanctify the unholy minds as cleanses worldly dirts  a shower!

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Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 25.07.2018

FOR THE THEISTS, I AM IN EVERYTHING, AND NOW HERE! "

FOR THE THEISTS, "I AM IN EVERYTHING, AND NOW HERE!"

You can perceive Me in the relishing relief as well as in the excruciating pain,
You can feel Me in the tumultuous tempest as well as in the sweet, soothing rain!
You can cognize Me when you are blissfully glad as well as when you are morose,
You can find Me in the pinches a piece of pin as well as when dances gleefully a rose!

You can perveive My presence on Everest top as well as at the bottom of the Seas,
You can hear Me in the croons of the cuckoos as well as in the drones of the bees!
You can feel Me among the thickest and the remotest clouds in the flight,
You can find Me in the dense darkness as well as in delightful light!

You can perceive Me in the deadly diseases as well as in the relieving remedies,
You can feel Me in the heart rending cries as well as in the spell-binding melodies!
You can find Me in the devastating disasters as well as in the honeyed heydays,
You can cognize Me inside the shallow pots as well as inside the unfathomable Bays!

Thus, for the Atheists "I am in nothing, and I am nowhere! "
While for the Theists, "I am in everything, and, I am now here!"
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra  22.07.2018

LET'S NOT LIVE IN A HAVEN OF REGRETTABLE HALLUCINATION!

LET’S NOT LIVE IN A HAVEN OF REGRETTABLE HALLUCINATION!

How steady and durable is the colour of the ugly falsehood,

How long can be suppressed and suffocated the Truth,

How long can endure the blind reign of the Untruth,

How long can the innocent lambs be executed by the Crude?

How long can the cunning and sly Casca’s impious conspiracy,

Pervert the credulous mind of the perfidious and disloyal Brutus?

How long can prevail the impure, immoral and Satanic intimacy,

How long can Veracity be hanged illegally on the treacherous Cross?

How long can the wheels of sham and pseudo solidarity,

Move along on the feeble and infirm paper axel of Unreality?

How long can the eclipse of Manthara’s fabrication,

Cover and conceal the ever shining face of the Integrity Sun?

Let’s thus ever tread on the path of self rectification,

Let’s thus ponder over our soiled thoughts’ purification,

Let’s not live in a haven of regrettable hallucination,

Lest we should miss the sure flight, forever, for Salvation!

Glossary:

Haven - safe place

Regrettable - lamentable

Hallucination – illusion

Durable - long-lasting

Endure – continue

Reign – rule, control

Lambs – [here, people]

Executed - put to death

Crude – uncivilized people

Cunning and sly – shrewd, ill-minded

Casca – the chief villain and conspirator in the play Julius Caesar

Impious – sinful

Conspiracy - plot

Pervert - lead astray

Credulous - unsuspecting

Perfidious – unfaithful, disloyal

Brutus –Julius Caesar’s close friend who, being misled by the co-conspirators, stabbed Julius Caesar to death

Prevail – succeed

Satanic – villainous

Intimacy – closeness, relationship

Veracity – truth

Hanged –killed

Eclipse – concealment

Sham and pseudo – artificial

Solidarity - unity

Manthara’s fabrication – In the Epic, Ramayan, Manthara, the lady who polluted the mind of Kaikei, the 2^nd wife of King Dashrath, and persuaded her to demand her two boons from him i.e, first, Lord Ram, the son of Kaushalya, his first wife,  would go to the jungle for 14 years, second, Bharat, her son would become the king of Ayodhya.

Ponder - think over

Soiled thoughts - dirty thoughts

Salvation – deliverance, Moksha

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 19.07.2018

WHY ARE WE THEN PLANTED ON THE HIGHWAYS?

WHY ARE WE THEN PLANTED ON THE HIGHWAYS?

Alas! We can't ever grow to invite the soothing, reviving rain,
We can't ever sprawl our hands to exhale the life sustaining oxygen,
We can have no shares with the Nature's food chain!
Why are we, for the namesakes only, planted then?

Are we planted to stand still, mutilated and maimed,
Are we cursed to be so frequently and insensitively unstemmed?
Are we born to cry and blare unheeded like the dying, wretched destitutes,
Are we destined to be pitilessly unskinned as gagged sheep in multitudes?

Alas! We are beheaded as the treacherous criminals without any crime,
We are merely registered Numbers to contribute to the lush, green clime!
Ah! We are sorely forced to bleed and play, in vain, our sad pantomime!
Why are we then planted at the cost of public taxes and irreparable Time?

We know it well, none is there to wipe our bitterest and sourest tears:
For, you, the most perfidious beneficiaries are bent on heading for a mass hearse!

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 18.07.2018
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A DROP OF PURE LOVE

A DROP OF PURE LOVE

A drop of pure Love,
Is clearer than crystal!
It contains all the water of the Oceans abysmal,
The whole Universe, upon Its axis, does ever revolve!

A drop of pure Love,
Is sweeter than the sweetest honey!
It can never be bought by the man made money,
No mundane puzzle is so intricate that It can't solve!

A drop of pure Love,
Is the elixir to pour on permanent peace!
It is the very Panacea to attain eternal Bliss,
It is the key to unlock the Salvation Treasure Trove!

O God! A drop of pure Love is what I have been longing and looking for,
I am ever ready to stake my life to be blessed with Its heavenly flavour!

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra, 13.07.2018
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ODIA KABITA, "MO PREMIKA RA JIBANA GEETI"

THIS IS THE WORLD.

THIS IS THE WORLD

The whole world is an enigmatic stage
All humans are the actors here to play:
Some role for censure, and others for praise
Some make others sad, some make others gay.

Some here play the jovial, jocular clowns
Others do act to wear dazzling crowns.
Some are only to flutter, fret and frown
Others play to go up and some to go down.

Some are kind enough to wipe others’ tears
Others are cruel to endanger; arouse fears.
Some are adorned with love and cheers
Others are armoured with powders and spears.

Some are glad to live for others
Others are glad to live on others.
Some are glad to give, donate and sacrifice
Others are glad to suck as leeches and lice.

Some are plain, honest, erudite and pious
Others are knotty, ungrateful and ambitious.
Some are props of the crippled and the needy
Others cripple others, for they are too greedy.

Some are philanthropic, and light like feathers
Others are bent upon digging ditches for others.
Some gift, sweeten and delight as honey-hives
Others steal, rob and kill to lead selfish lives.

Some extend co-operations and pay off others’ loans
Others unlawfully seize, snap and grab others’ thrones.
Some live as if they were great heavens for others
Others exist as if they were worse than a curse.

Some make a Chair known with their own Unique Presence
Others come to be known due to a Unique Chair’s Essence.
Some live as if they were to die like bubbles and disappear
Others die as if they were to live like stars to shine and appear.

N.B: This poem is inspired by Shakespeare’s poem “All the World Is a Stage”. I am happy to post this poem on the WORLD THEATRE DAY.

©Shankar D Mishra   27 .03.2017

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DOUBT

DOUBT

Yes, the bouts of doubt do always agonizingly rout
Do fetch in an Oasis of joy an untimely dreary drought,
Do drive straight off, the magical Charms of life, sorely out
Tumble life’s dream Castles, however the loyal plinths are stout!

Yes, doubt is a drop of catastrophic venom
That turns a happy life a worthless apple of sodom,
Beckons in life, in a trice, tearful doldrums
Fans wildly to extinguish Life’s light like blind storms!

Yes, doubt is an erroding and ruinous salty air
It turns, in a jiffy, the milk of trust excruciatingly sour
It ignites its wanton devotee to heartlessly spit, hate and glare
It slaughters its victim with its baseless charge of mean mire!

Thus, let the seeds of doubt never in one’s life sprout
Let the dagger of doubt never mistake life for a trout
Let the dragon of doubt never sting one to a premature demise
For, a normal mortal dies once, alas, doubt’s prey every moment dies!

Thus, let not the Quake of doubt disrupt one’s sweet equilibrium
Let not the Tsunami of doublt plunge one into doleful delirium
Let not the Pirate of doublt plunder one’s invaluable peace gem
Let not the pelting Stone of doublt detach one’s life out of its Uniqe Stem!

* agonizingly rout - painfully beat/overthrow
* straight off - at once
* catastrophic venom - tragic poison
* apple of sodom – an attractive but meaningless and poisonous fruit
* beckons – signals/calls
* in a trice – suddenly
* doldrums - sadness
* erroding and ruinous  - harmful
* in a jiffy - in a moment
* excruciatingly sour - painfully sour
* glare - look angrily
* mean mire – unreasonable defamation/offense
* demise – end/death
* doleful delirium - sad restlessness/sadness
*pirate – sea robber

TO THE FLOWERS

TO THE FLOWERS

O the Softness Incarnate! You ceaselessly spray your sweet and animating fragrance,
Wherever, and whatsoever conditions you are, whenever the breeze blows over!
With your rarest soothing aura, You transform the entire ambience;
Alas! Except you, most ordinary, commonplace and cheerless all are!

O the Beauty Incarnate! You, with your magic, adorn gods and goddesses,
On all the auspicious moments, you alone are the indispensable ‘Starters’!
You motivate the valiant heroes, and salute the selfless and immortal martyrs,
You embellish the feminine charms; and heaven descends

O the Brides' Vermillions! Discrimination and you are outright strangers,
You satiate, please and bless one and all with your unswerving favours!
In return for your inimitable and heavenly services, You never long for any prize,
O the bounteous Saviours of the insects and generous Benefactors of the bees!

The Earth, indeed, would have been lifeless and lugubrious but for You,
O the sprightly terrestrial Stars, who can be, under the Sun, at par with You?

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TO THE SHIULI

TO THE SHIULI

Oh! How soft and supple thou art
How sweet and syrupy thy smell
How blithe and sublime thy part
How placidly thou dost dwell!

O the bewitching Beauty of the Dawn,
Thou art scared of the scorching Sun!
When lain on the cool, emerald lawn,
Eyes towards thee get magically drawn!

Thou dost descend for a while,
Yet ceases never thy pearly smile!
Thou dost teach apt facts to one and all,
“To be great in life, one need not be tall,
Immortality does not require longevity,
Beautiful deeds, not days, last past Eternity!"

O sweet Shiuli! Should men learn and practice an iota from you,

This Earth will be a synonym of Heaven which will be disagreed by few!

Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra, Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India

WHEN RAIN COMES......

WHEN RAIN COMES.....

Soon after the sweltering summer
Comes flying the monsoon shower,
Infuses life in soil, trees and grass.
How merrily the jolly children do splash!

The dry arid Nature costumes green
As soon as descends the soothing rain.
Ah! All creatures do forget their acute thirst pains
Overflow pools, ponds, rivulets, rivers and drains.

Smile floats on every peasant’s face
All put on their water-proof glee dress.
All become alert, anxious about weather forecast
Thatch leakages are patched hurriedly and fast.

Nature enjoys frogs’trills and recitations
Peacocks rejoice with the symphony of rain.
We observe many festive celebrations
Oh! Heavy shower washes away earth’s stain.

Old and new pupils start for school
Some with reluctance; some with joy full.
For, some of them think It a Temple ; some, a jail
Alas! Tthe homesick ones watch out for the over bell.

Mushrooms bloom over human heads
Water soaks through poor, unsafe sheds
Greens and vegetables abundantly avail
Joy all over the earth does plentily prevail.

Sometimes Lord Indra’s excruciating missiles
Breed fright and cause untold havoc.
Floods, storms and cyclones snatch away smiles
Life turns dolorous in this bivouac!

Rain is, yet never ever unwanted or unwelcome
Albeit a bundle of fleeting terror and lasting charm.
Life hinges on it; thus earth survives
Its bounty is indeed an unpayable price!

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra. 14.08.2018
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