My Poems

For her separate never went Fidelity and fate; On the vocation of the occult Was she forever bent. Her chanting was a missive god Would dare not to ignore; Pleas and prayers out she spew To make marriage secure. On her rituals she brought the earth The whole of the heaven; And made the home the hell clogg'd with Smokes,cinders, and refrain. Her 'godown' grew with pujawares And likes of feng shui things - All fetishes, mascots, charms, and Sundry abstract trappings. In all the straps she saved the thread Of hard-earn'd chastity; And held her man tamed under Abnormal vanity. Perform'd she puja round the clock With odd hours for the household; Food, sleep and all in tatters she Did live the life e'er untold. She'd smear her husband's body with Hing, haldi to ash paste To protect him from the influence  Of any evil wight. In no terms she would compromise Ever on her sindoor; And spared no one who tried to pull A thread

Fade the sheen of  life Fray the threads of  strength Fall at the seams the survival bents - The stasis of the midlife  solitude, The desperation of stiff ineptitude, The wretch'dness of the fetid  supplicant : Inside the soul that seeks the divine grant... A destitute despite dollops- Comforts as nuisance bugs, Stings of anxieties, pangs of worries, Waves of despair trembling the  plinth of manhood that's  malign'd - A solitary plant seedless in the garden - An odd minion amid bustles lies forbidden... Tyrants perish, heroes retreat, Abrade kingdoms of the mighty : There's no descendants, There's no immortality... The cast of fear from the haters, The quakes of thumps from the sinners - The vile resound the air all 'round; My promises are only a birth-bound... Vices i fight not. Virtues i grow not. And Moksha comes not to  a neuter... Meaningless is birth, meaningless is death, Deny i rights; duties stymie. Will no

The spell of success had d emonised me The dread of failure had e mbitter'd me  The vice of warfare had de humanised me... I paused...I swerved... I gauged the cost of conquest o'er   each opposition  I judged the build-up of cancer in each humiliation  I weigh'd the worth of i ndividuality Against the life devoted to  commonality... In shock, I jump'd out of T ime's sabre target And far away from the sight of  its fatal bait... Now dwelling in the heaven of f reedom  from savage vanity, No more in search of bliss I  wander  No more in want of soul I  stagger  Nor yield to sins  and force of frailty... Fertilised with pollens of unity Irrigated with sunshine  wishes In lights of truth, in winds of  peace In flows of strength, in blows  of will With blameless mind, with  blissful heart With sacred thoughts, with  dauntless faith That I intuit, and not  pursuit  That I derive, and not  deprive  That I create, and not  compete  That I contribute

A large dark head did loom over  horizon And soon a sea of shadow bore  down on; Before I figured out the  colossus, It had devour'd me and the  universe ! As I was running within  panic girth, A riot of joy round me heaved  up the earth; And in the thickness of a cool  embrace, I felt freedom from scorching  sunny stress. I braced the loving push of  northern draughts If blew Himalayas with c loudy flaps; Abandon'd to the wild I bathed i n lee As felt 'deja vu' of rain dropping  on me. This rain that makes blunt earth e vergreen, This rain that slakes the flames  and famine; In rain we freak, in rain also  we frolic And in it dwells the God  of the mystic. So I look'd heavenward wishing  a downpour, To my dread  saw clouds fleeing i n horror; And soon the giant blew o'er w ith waves of North Scared by charging Sun's vengeful s ummer wrath... Again on fire was put then parch'd u p earth, 'Gain sat the gloom of woes on  corpse of

Ask me if my love for her will Immortalise me, I will smile and quote a humour, 'Humans are mortal.' Ask me if my love will be etch'd And timeless, I will still smile and simply say My love is not monumental. Again yet you ask me if I will Die for my love, I will, although with a sigh, admit, 'My love is not Self-less.' But please tell me not if she Loves me, at all, For I will die from laughing,  And before my death will say,  Maybe with drops of tears, 'I AM NOT LOVABLE.'                                     -- N P Samal

Their mind is a filthy dump where dreaming is dangerous Their body is a fetid rot where loving is poisonous Their heart is a woeful dungeon where lighting is spurious... Innocent they are born - unbiased, u nknown Neutral of themselves and their r eligion Neutral of separation and u nion Neutral of a Hindu or a M usalman... They know not hatred, and k now not anger Of sins and Satans they are  unaware Cruelly yet they are born  in the Nether. For them, this Heaven turns the  Valley of Anathema And hideous terrain from the  majestic panorama Pines whistle not, livestock feed not, and sing not the warblers Bloom not orchards, smells not the musk,  and grow not conifers Lifeless are luxuriant flora, and exotic fauna Flow-less are Jhelums, restless Dals, snow-caps n'er luminant... This is the land where Gods  wish'd to be born Where Mughals, Sikhs, and Royals f elt re-born Now this's that land curses befall  heavy and dry These tiny youngs on notic