My Poems

Through shaking of my voice Out came the truth of the mind And paved the course of speech That's overtaken the eloquence Of the deceptive utterances...                                      N P SAMAL

When work frees me to  solitary gaps, Get I some liberating  aerial flaps; With clutches of desires brush'd  off my form, Supremely reigns in mind  a perfect calm. The silence mutes down all and  sundry rows Of conceit, cant, slang, slanders,  and guffaws; So shrieks of torture, or cries of  distress, The rumbles of struggles, roars  of vengeance. Then shines the firmament over  my head With messages of peace and  wishes laid; In great enthusiasm I look  at the yon, That drenches me in glow of  fascination. I see the sky expands away  and open And feel its touches deeply on me  quite often, Fervently I wish to capture the  distance And crave to hold the blue in my  embrace. The azure abode of the spatial  panache Houses the known, unknown in its e xpanse, Pervades the transcendence  thoroughly over And hang all tawdry worlds in  vacuuous inner. In tranquil spread of t...

They are selfie-ing. Let them selfie. Let crazy fellows leave their imprint... There grows in them a self  so indomitable -- Prostrate it not in veneration, Bows it not in genuflection, Nor in approval falls it at the feet of the idolised...  Behind each selfie looms the self More tall, more large, more glorified and fancier -- The only soul immortal than the dead-alive others... They are selfie-ing. Let them selfie.  In hands of theirs is universe, In it are they, with them are matters -- The sun, the moon, the yon above; Lands, seas, and organisms below... Absorb'd are they inside; Inside they rise, inside they fall -- Their credit none to clone, Their blemish none to share... No matter how unnoticed travel they in the wilder, No worry if the lens of fame accosts them never; Their attics they do light, Their rot 'so do they fight, And them they selfie  with the time's each flight, By Nature's every low and height: On brinks of cliffs, ...

When I did take the sword in my own hand, The whole of history came crashing down on me-- Many a victory glorious and grand-- and In all it counted if the victor I'd be. The sword of the Sultan whereon the legend lies: Behead would he at each wave numberless foes; This sword of him with which he'd terrorize And sail his flag of fame down the gory flows. The razor edge the sword so grand it had, Across its length endless that ran; The girth, the mass, the weight all heavy n hard, Same like the absolute clout of the Sultan. Bright did shine the sword of custody and care; Of violence, oppression, and revenge, The tales of triumphs historically rare; That fill'd my being with force all huge n strange. And proudly I did lift the champion sword, With grit and nerve; in the Terminator's rage, I aim'd to slice the earth (its corrupt horde) For robbing the poor of their own privilege. But brandish c...

There's me. There's always me. In my survival I am. In my existence I am. In my doing of own labour, In my living of own nature, In my earning, in my yearning, In my enjoyment of own pleasure, There's me.There's no other than me. In my self I reside. By my self I abide. To my self I am bound. In consummation of self,  The whole  of me is found. A happy me,  At peace I am w ith all around. Wishful I am fo r each one, for each thing To be subjective, bright and becoming... I find my self in loving others. I find my self in serving others.  The blood, non-blood... ones love I may, Begin yet I with me, with me end I... In my formation I am. In my construction I am. Design'd am I, develop'd am I - Unique, apart, sovereign'd by -  In flesh, in bones, in veins, in blood, In all I consume, with all I' ve grow'd : By each of me is made my self, In whole of me is safe my self... And when my self is slightly shaken, When my self g...

I'm sexier than any girl you see, And comment 'sexiest', happiest will I be. Do stare at me -- feline I sashay by, Alluring more than whole ramp can display. A tease you may remark or chick of class, Or say a bombshell kind of naughty lass. Imagine what you may, but I do state, Kim, Mad or JeLo can't with theirs equate. My gyrating body curve will take you bound The orbit's longest course the sun around; Measure me length and breadth, bottom and top, So great a monument to grab and grope; From front, a Three-D touch you'll get I bet, See my behind, anything else you shall hate; My unsagging breasts do never tell you a lie Or my unwobbling ass does never go loose by; A luscious well of fun for carnal bliss-- The honeycomb that's me shall not perish; No whore, endure can I 'one-night-stand' voyage- A perfect toast on bed for lucky guys. In open gesture am I, in courteous guise-- ...

Dare I not ask you the question if A rapist you haven't been, But when I recall my past, I doubt If one have I not been-- By deeds of fact or fantasy, Or excusing, or acquiescing; If guilt is surely not my omitting Or abetting? 'The Anthem' indicts me, 'The rapist is you.' And humble do I oblige to the slur that's true; In me resides the cannibalist pride, But brazenly worship do I God inside! Right from the cradle, When I first heard the rape cries, I panicked at their kind -- So different, so painful, and so ghastly  That to ignorance I resign'd. And heard have I those cries  Echoing from thickets, and theaters,  From motels, from malls; In sadistic remakes and makes, The sleaze big yet enthralls.  Rapes never end and rapists never bend, The bender being nowhere. In the narcissistic confederate, Every one is bizarre. Behind the denouncing of 'predation', I am a chauvinist, And through the pimpish custom, I find I've turn...