Monday, August 8, 2016
Parching Eyes.1
A maimed sage
coiled up all his penance
in to a quiver of bliss
sitting; see- far there
on a stone-small broken piece.
The suffering
once were incisive nails
slipping out of hands
to silent frail
couched down
in a sturdy boat
sailing awfully
in an unseen moat.
The hand that
had been guarding
the fruits of unseen tree
now turns into a tree itself
upside down
fruits,flowers,leaves,branches
are right there
where there lie the root.
He knows he is the watchman
without body and
without hand and foot.
He is there
he is not there
neither that 'there' exists
He is here
he is at far
neither his joys and penance vanishes.
coiled up all his penance
in to a quiver of bliss
sitting; see- far there
on a stone-small broken piece.
The suffering
once were incisive nails
slipping out of hands
to silent frail
couched down
in a sturdy boat
sailing awfully
in an unseen moat.
The hand that
had been guarding
the fruits of unseen tree
now turns into a tree itself
upside down
fruits,flowers,leaves,branches
are right there
where there lie the root.
He knows he is the watchman
without body and
without hand and foot.
He is there
he is not there
neither that 'there' exists
He is here
he is at far
neither his joys and penance vanishes.
Monday, January 31, 2011
his bunch of crops
Have you seen a farmer,
With a rope in hand?
With all the dreams shattered
Walking along the river
Not trying to sail across
On the carcass of his son,
Rather, crawling ahead
Resting his defile head
On the severed trunk Of his own.
He has taken in his filthy towel
His childhood days,
The taste of bettle nut,
his wife had offered
on that auspicious night
the titter of his daughter,
staring at
this bone fitted doll namely father.
The smell of the soil under
His rotten straw pelted roof.
How do you recognize?
He must be looking at the star
At the river,
at the jet- playing aNaughty turn
in the blue sky
He must be looking at your pen
Your warm coat,
your luckAnd comfort
Oh No, not at his weatherworn farm land
Not at his wretched roof
Not at the flooded river bed
Not at his destiny,
that he had once chased.
Just go to him and say
Before he tighten his oxen
On the fragile branch of time
Say say say, I have found,
His bunch of Crops,
That had been stolen.
With a rope in hand?
With all the dreams shattered
Walking along the river
Not trying to sail across
On the carcass of his son,
Rather, crawling ahead
Resting his defile head
On the severed trunk Of his own.
He has taken in his filthy towel
His childhood days,
The taste of bettle nut,
his wife had offered
on that auspicious night
the titter of his daughter,
staring at
this bone fitted doll namely father.
The smell of the soil under
His rotten straw pelted roof.
How do you recognize?
He must be looking at the star
At the river,
at the jet- playing aNaughty turn
in the blue sky
He must be looking at your pen
Your warm coat,
your luckAnd comfort
Oh No, not at his weatherworn farm land
Not at his wretched roof
Not at the flooded river bed
Not at his destiny,
that he had once chased.
Just go to him and say
Before he tighten his oxen
On the fragile branch of time
Say say say, I have found,
His bunch of Crops,
That had been stolen.
STILL RAIN
A colossal Chinese junk with
a dragon’s head,
spitting fireballs
hovering over head
A Satan’s roar
Innocent reptile closes ears.
A big battle is about to begin
Who cares,
what has drowned?
A floating foetus
Or
a falling hut I
A half baked smile
or
a boiling stomach II
What is the logic in sticking to
an old argument,
already been violated
So many single ideas
and lines gone wasted,
Could have been a fantastic poetry
Concentration drizzling down heather and theather
May I be allowed some more time
to soak off all the dilemmas,
still raining within.
a dragon’s head,
spitting fireballs
hovering over head
A Satan’s roar
Innocent reptile closes ears.
A big battle is about to begin
Who cares,
what has drowned?
A floating foetus
Or
a falling hut I
A half baked smile
or
a boiling stomach II
What is the logic in sticking to
an old argument,
already been violated
So many single ideas
and lines gone wasted,
Could have been a fantastic poetry
Concentration drizzling down heather and theather
May I be allowed some more time
to soak off all the dilemmas,
still raining within.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
DEVKUND: THE ABODE OF GODDESS AMBIKA
Devkund located in deep dark and dense forest of similipal national sanctuary is one of the religious spot of Orissa. It is the abode of goddess ambika, the presiding deity of the people of mayurbhanj. It is located in a distance of 40 k.m. from baripada, the head quarter of mayurbhanj. Devkund attracts people from all corners for its natural beauty, serenity, calmness and spirituality. It is also renowned for Tantricism as a Shaktipith. A perennial spring of water comes down from the hill top, fall from a distance of 100 feet flows down to the lowland . The temple of goddess ambika is close to the point wherefrom exactly the water fall.
Though principally a tribal goddess she once upon a time enjoyed the status of royal deity of the great virat king of mahabharat. It is said that pandavs spent their 14 th year in the court of virat of matsydesa, the remain of which is found near udala 10 k.m from here. There is also famous shami tree in which pandavas had concealed their divine weapons. Mother ambika is woprshippedd in the form of Yoni, the female sex organ .very often it is noticed that a kind of liquid of white color comes out of the yoni which people think of mother experiencing periodical cycle. This happens once a year. Scientist says that it is nothing but a kind of mercury (parad) which comes out of the earth crust since shimilipilal is rich in mineral resources.
People throng the place round the year making it a busy picnic spot. There is also a popular belief that one will regain his vitality strength and good health who baths in the famous Devkund. The water not only carries rich minerals but also the extracts of medicinal herbs available in plenty in the heart of Shimilipal. Shimilipal gives shelter to many a kind of rare species.One must visit it as the climate is hospitable, the surroundings are refreshing. It has all the magic to have a lasting effect on your mind and body
Though principally a tribal goddess she once upon a time enjoyed the status of royal deity of the great virat king of mahabharat. It is said that pandavs spent their 14 th year in the court of virat of matsydesa, the remain of which is found near udala 10 k.m from here. There is also famous shami tree in which pandavas had concealed their divine weapons. Mother ambika is woprshippedd in the form of Yoni, the female sex organ .very often it is noticed that a kind of liquid of white color comes out of the yoni which people think of mother experiencing periodical cycle. This happens once a year. Scientist says that it is nothing but a kind of mercury (parad) which comes out of the earth crust since shimilipilal is rich in mineral resources.
People throng the place round the year making it a busy picnic spot. There is also a popular belief that one will regain his vitality strength and good health who baths in the famous Devkund. The water not only carries rich minerals but also the extracts of medicinal herbs available in plenty in the heart of Shimilipal. Shimilipal gives shelter to many a kind of rare species.One must visit it as the climate is hospitable, the surroundings are refreshing. It has all the magic to have a lasting effect on your mind and body
Prophet of the great deluge
Most of us talks of Mayan calendar, Nostradamus prophecy and keep counting our days according to that. But we forget one Indian messiah, a foreteller, astrologer of high order a popular poet and a prophet of mankind. He is none other than Mahapurusha Achyutananda, one of the renowned Panchasakha Poets of the medieval age who is famous for his ‘Bhavishyat Malika’. Still people of entire Odissa and Eastern India attribute every happening to that of great 'Malika' of Achuytananda. You often hear ‘this happens that happened is written in malika”.
Achyutananda was one of the great medieval thinkers,poet and astrologers. He is famous for his Yantra and sheer knowledge of future. A maxim in oriya goes like this “Agat Bhavishya jane Achyut.’meaning achyut only knows the future. Though he was one of the staunch propounders of Jagannath cult, he was famous for monotheism. In sunya samhita he advises his followers to worship sunya, vacuum since god is present neither in any form or idol. He says ‘look within’. The entire world is present within. Achyutnanda narrates the types of Pranayam, control over respiration, and the presence of all healing systems within body. He was also the author of several other books like Amara Jumar etc.
He had his Math (monastery) at Nemal which is in and around 30 K.M. from cuttack, the oldest city of Odissa. In every Jyestha Purnima this math arranges a grand mela (fare) where pink and yellow clad sadhus (ascetics) visit this place from far off places. It goes on whole night. You hear the bhajans, religious discourse, and bali bhogas on the sandy banks of sacred river Chitrotpala. Chitrotpala is famous for its ancient maritime activity which has been identified as Cheli ta lo by the great Chinese piligrim Hiuen Tsang.
The people of Orissa born hearing Malika and die fearing Malika. It is seated deep not only in the odiya folktale but very much in odiya psyche. When you talk of that inevitable and unforeseen great deluge it would be incomplete without Achyutananda.
Achyutananda was one of the great medieval thinkers,poet and astrologers. He is famous for his Yantra and sheer knowledge of future. A maxim in oriya goes like this “Agat Bhavishya jane Achyut.’meaning achyut only knows the future. Though he was one of the staunch propounders of Jagannath cult, he was famous for monotheism. In sunya samhita he advises his followers to worship sunya, vacuum since god is present neither in any form or idol. He says ‘look within’. The entire world is present within. Achyutnanda narrates the types of Pranayam, control over respiration, and the presence of all healing systems within body. He was also the author of several other books like Amara Jumar etc.
He had his Math (monastery) at Nemal which is in and around 30 K.M. from cuttack, the oldest city of Odissa. In every Jyestha Purnima this math arranges a grand mela (fare) where pink and yellow clad sadhus (ascetics) visit this place from far off places. It goes on whole night. You hear the bhajans, religious discourse, and bali bhogas on the sandy banks of sacred river Chitrotpala. Chitrotpala is famous for its ancient maritime activity which has been identified as Cheli ta lo by the great Chinese piligrim Hiuen Tsang.
The people of Orissa born hearing Malika and die fearing Malika. It is seated deep not only in the odiya folktale but very much in odiya psyche. When you talk of that inevitable and unforeseen great deluge it would be incomplete without Achyutananda.
I can avoid my death
It is ironical that all the effort for saving this earth from a great catastrophe ended in fiasco.(Refer to failure of Copenhagen summit) Despite of the presence of leaders from majority of the countries a draft resolution could not be taken. We know the fact that the danger is imminent and inevitable and we have to take immediate and urgent action to save this earth and ourselves in a primary basis. Saving our earth should be uppermost than personal and above all any countries personal interest. Global warming knows no boundaries and border. No countries can have a miraculous escape from its clutches. It is not only pathetic but unfortunate we turn a deaf year to it and thereby invite our death.
We are already late. We all have done this and we have to mend it. Time is running out of hand. We have to frame an urgent action plan. Now time for us to persuade our leaders not to live in a dilemma. Either let’s act now or start scripting our own death pledge.
Friends! our alertness can avoid any mis-happening. We can avoid death
We are already late. We all have done this and we have to mend it. Time is running out of hand. We have to frame an urgent action plan. Now time for us to persuade our leaders not to live in a dilemma. Either let’s act now or start scripting our own death pledge.
Friends! our alertness can avoid any mis-happening. We can avoid death
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