Rashmi's Poetry Journal

Unturned pages

The book was there
Preserved on the rack of time
silent heartbeats of lines
Holding onto the secret theme
Some are spoken some not
Words grew bit by bit
to flower the tree of love there in
Spring and autumn canned
their blushes and scent
Guarding the essence
from months of relentless sun

One fine day
solitude walked to me
To unfurl the hidden treasure
the book read aloud to unmoved hills
Standing strong on my regular path

Huge task of joining the dots
The incomplete lines’ despondency
The blurred message’s helplessness
The familiar dust of blind trust
Tired my eyes
I cried to the sky
Half filled glass gets full with tears
Rain got jealous
Night got hurt
Words apprehended a cloud burst

The underlined phrases in every page
Defends me from abrasive dirt
Saves the party
from catastrophe,
With age-powered glasses
I see the heaven’s door
Love crosses deep ocean
To get drenched on my shore
Desiccated on bed of hot sand
My salvation is not distant

The book remains intact
In unending game of love
pages emit distinctive flavours
event goes on
I dissect the passages
and highlight the footnote
Love is nothing but
A revealed bold secret
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And what matters!!
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Procession of sighs
On a summer holiday
Tapping the road
Desires migrate to a dusty sky.
Rapid fire round gets mellowed down as
The ground starts moving under the feet
Skeletons are dragged
Overlooking a disrobed heaven
Sunny day emptying
Chilled wine in vultures’ den
Burrows are full of coward rats
Rivers running into a dry ocean
Thirst is poisonous and
Hunger is dynamiting
To whom life matters and what sort of ?
Some situations can’t cry
Nor can laugh
Traitors’ march-past many watch
Also discuss ABCD’s palatial
Quarantine home
Yes,I am counting the promises
Rained in my torn bag
Tracing a place for my gift
The legacy of fear
And training myself
To dance till end of nightmare.

The mirror in me
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The mirror in me
Can digest the forbidden apple
Can drape her in the red velvet
Myriad of wishes,
Hardly I reach
The reflection of my invisible wait
A dash of stoic choices
Impulsive promises,but it can.
It stands just right in front of me
To testify my abundant unfairness
Negligible dose of righteousness.

Replicating my acts and hick ups,
The mirror in me walks with
A heavy bag of judgements
Not letting in myself to deviate
Alliances with the best enemy
And the worst company
Inside the album of my multiple images
Loyal wounds accumulate
Overeager contents wake up
In midnight’s lamented dreams,
Flashes of un-happenings
Throwback pictures
No more hide outs for
Old acquaintances,
Endlessly rewrite the past,
Everything repeats itself.

To remove the stain of tears
I touch my eyes and
The mirror harboured in me
Gracefully carries it’s poignant defeat
To treacherous smiles and
Travesty of trust
The silent truth watches me
throughout my journey of
Being scarred to whole
In the mirror in me.

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The Hanger

No visible cut to darn

Pain of missing yarn

Ever a hidden one

Wrinkles it flaunts how can I press

The line of smiles to suppress

To loosen the sleeves

Not enough material left inside

The pretty old shirt

Has outgrown my frame and size

Can not mend the past perfect

The highs and sighs

Kisses and embraces.

Each thread surfaces

Stories unsaid

Of dark nights and games affluent

lullabies for a dead dream’s bed

The prominent stains jot down

My trips to hell and heaven

The fading prints are witness

To my race under the stubborn sun

The Pocket still stores scent of stuff

With the heart beneath it shared once

The missing buttons at the time of need

Put the lost bets to rest indeed.

While trying to live I missed my life

So the shirt has lost to the time

To fit it to a misfitting me

A hanger in my closet I choose to be

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Why not face tells what goes on inside

This won’t last that long

The great city is behind you

Everybody will stand for you

You are brave at your best

You can take it.

Let’s play share share
There is nothing to compare

Feeling low is your weapon
It happen

Bring it on

It will make them weak

Do not change the path

Everybody is witnessing you

you do not own your breathing

They will catch you

C’mon!

Do not end that not created by you

I will listen

I will not let you get lost in the woods

We ll see

How far can we see

We ll catch the trouble shooter you

Don’t let your silhouette disappear

Into the unknown lane

Read pages of your life

You can read your handwriting

Illegible for others may be

You are a poetry

Some couplets are romantic

some are glorious repentance

You exist in every syllable

Professing importance of the creator

Then reality will plant a passionate kiss

No never will bite.

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The Fallen Petal

World was cool embellished with joy and fun

The merchant of dream he was in full form

Was walking fast to his glorious show

Remaining life was long to go

One day woke up to look around

Fame ephemeral and ruins abound

Storm has broken his glass empire

Plenty of his belongings did not fit anywhere

His sky was empty trees silent

Wishes abandoned him hopelessness abound

His dazzling youth and crowing glory

Turned selfish pushed him to a tragic end

Unable to recognise the warning of wind

Encountered pain in various disguise

Flowers stopped blooming in his garden

Balancing his tottering self was in vain

Tea was brewing getting ready to serve

Table was made cups looked up

No hand to pour no hand to hold

Not a sip can happen lips are closed.

ଅନ୍ତିମ ରହସ୍ୟ

ପାଦ ଯୋଡିକ ଦେ

ମୁଁ ପୋଛିଦିଏ

ତୁ ମାଡିଥିବା ବିଷାଦ ତକ

କାଢିଦିଏ

ଯନ୍ତ୍ରଣାର କଣ୍ଟାତକ|

ନିରୋଳାପଣର ଦ୍ୱୀପ

ଦେଖାଇ ଦେ

ତୋ ନିର୍ଜନତାର ଉଆସ ଖୋଲ

ମୁଁ ମୋ କୋଳାହଳର

ଗଳି କନ୍ଧି ଖଂଜିଦେବି|

ନେଇଯା ମଲ୍ଲୀ

ତୋ ମନ ମୁତାବକ

ନେ ମହକ

ଦେ ପଳାଶ

ରଂଗ ଦେ

ରଂଗ ନେ|

ତୁ ଥିଲେ

ଦୁଃଖ ସହଜରେ ଧରା ଦିଏ

ପୂର୍ଣ୍ଣିମା ରାତିରେ ଜହ୍ନରୁ

ପୃଥିବୀ ମାରାତ୍ମକ ଦେଖାଯାଏ|

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ତିନୋଟି କବିତା

୧

ରାତିର କୋଳାହଳରେ
ଅଶାନ୍ତ ଅନୁଚ୍ଛେଦ ମାନଂକ
ବିଳାପ ଶୁଣାଯାଏ
ପୂର୍ଣ୍ଣଛେଦ କାଇଁ
ଗୋଟେ ନସରୁଣୁ
ଅନ୍ୟ ଏକ ବାକ୍ୟ ଆରମ୍ଭ
ସ୍ୱତଃ ହେଇଯାଏ
ଅକ୍ଷର ହାଉଯାଉ
ଶବ୍ଦର ଅର୍ଥ ଥାଉ କି ନଥାଉ
ବଢିଚାଲେ ଦଖଲ ଜମିର
କ୍ଷେତ୍ରଫଳ
ଚିରିଯାଏ ପୁରୁଣା ପୃଷ୍ଠା ଫାଳ ଫାଳ
ସ୍ପନ୍ଦନ
ଜାରି ଥାଏ ରୁଗ୍ଣ ହୃଦୟରେ।

୨
ଉପହାରତକ
ଆଷାଢ ବର୍ଷାରେ
ଧୋଇ ହେଇ ଚକ୍ ଚକ୍
ମଇଳା ଧରନ୍ତିନି କି
ଭଂଗା ଅତୀତର ବିଳାପ
କଦାପି ଶୁଣାନ୍ତିନି ସେମାନେ
ଜାବୁଡି ଧରିଥାନ୍ତି ଛୁଇଁଥିବା
ସମସ୍ତ ହାତର କର୍କଶ ପରଶ
ଦେଖଣାହାରୀର ହିଂସୁକ ହସ।
୩

ବର୍ଷକରେ ଥରେ
ସଜ ହେଇ ପର୍ବ ଆସେ
ହାଜିଋା ପକାଇ ଯାଏ
କିଏ ପାଳୁ କିଏ ନପାଳୁ
ଋତୁମାନେ ଡେଣା ଝାଡି
ଆଗ ପଛ
ନିୟମର ଆକାଶରୁ ଓହ୍ଲାନ୍ତି
ଭୂକମ୍ପରୁ
ମୂଲ୍ୟବାନ ସମ୍ପତ୍ତିର
ପୁନରୁଦ୍ଧାର କରୁଥାଏ ପୃଥିବୀ।
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Thing of Beauty

Beauty blossoms in summer fair
Trust transports aroma to each atom in air
Rose petals slowly open, ready to bloom
Half awake half asleep bud wanders in every dream

Language of colour fills pages of love
Journey and destination draw graph and curve
Each stage of life predefined how to enact
Senses must prevail while choosing the act

Innocent rose does know very well
Thorns are there right below her sepal
May prick her enchanted lover’s effort
The path of triumph, glory and love hurts at start

That’s partner thorn’s candid confession
Oh dear flower I m for your protection
If thorn is sadness and wound is torture
Rose grows with thorn that’s rule of nature

Finds a place in her admirer’s heart or remains lone
Thorn never leaves her till petals fall off the stem
Rose is joy ,a thing of beauty so is thorn
How you accept the truth is your turn.
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A Negligible Mistake

In morning dew
The murky sky and
Ethereal smell of drenched earth
A lazy cup of steaming tea
Half opened favorite book
Flapping pages,
Old movie songs humming along
Evening’s mood
Half-spoken words wrapped in flying kites
Window curtains waving at the breeze polite
I feel your haunting absence.

Let us walk in the woods
At least in short lived dreams
Reaping rain drops
Counting wild flowers
For that moment
Let’s be alive.

I am waiting at the boundary of life
Eyeing at inaccessible distant hills
Ready to repeat the mistake,
Spread the wings of passion
Let the soul rock and roll
The present has fallen asleep
Wake it up to step on footprints of love .