My Poems

When I look up the sky, appears the face Tearing the blazing cruelty of summer, As thousands of akasias spread their branches  And sucks the blaze through coolness all instanter, And soothing notes and tones of a million songbirds, In flocks and flights, do ring a symphony,  While shades of pain are soaked up by the  world's All balmy whites, with my intense ennui. The face of Mama -- of purity a paragon, With beauty, goodness, peace, as of an angel -- Does stop not pouring o'er me her compassion, And fast appears as sounds my smarting yell. And more the day's assaults grow hard, intense, More I'm snugged by the face' divine innocence.  -- N P Samal 

I had a soul, as you have one in you, And since my life began inside the womb, It had remained my company all through,  And hear did I it'd be with me till doom. And like your soul, it cried when hurt was I, Reveled in joy, did swell in pride, yet shook In fear, and yet 'gain in wrath it did destroy, 'So bent in gratitude, under force it broke. That, it had been my life's breaths, acts and all, Through turns, conditions, but hadn't left the oneness. Howe'er, how oneness broke, how fled my soul, And how my life is living lonely, soulless? And as my soul is nesting deep in her, I wonder if my life too will go after. -- N P Samal 

In boughs of chakunda, in grassy hillock,  Sometimes, amidst the herd of grazing goats, Nestled is he, the poet, if his prize stock Designs his verses with brilliant quaint notes, As sounds and sights of pastoral elegance  Become vibrant with moral blooms and beauties Of sinless rural folk with pure conscience  And life with arts of nature-made luxuries. And he, from height of fame as 'Goat-herd Poet', Observes his playful goats in wonderment How they've put on his head the crown of a laureate, 'So fill'd up his once poor life with enrichment... Herd grows, wealth grows, grows soulful poetic number, But none has notes on goats being slain by the butcher. - N P Samal

The mind has seen the noose as 'Great Escape'-- Can anything be merrier, than suicide,  And more assuring a success to dupe The selfish world of hatred, cant and greed? Should earth's all mundane forces gather up Will founder to frustrate the speed and force, Neither can charm the mind the whole gift of The planet's inestimable resource. For, heaven is on the other side of the noose -- The doorway to the blissful othering, With smile it greets with its door open and loose; Once tight, will fool each shoddy, sinful earthling.  And, suicide, by the time, begets many a winner, Over betrayal, untruth, and trauma and torture. -- N P Samal

The sighs of love flow from your heart betray'd -- For her who slapp'd hard on your deaden'd face -- And loving words from mind broken and dead, With wishes for her of the Almighty's grace: How beautifully you do own these two, That, God would put virtues of His on bargain! A human, you, unlike the rest, do flow Your rotting body for the selfish canine! Your handsomeness, that many Eves did drool o'er, And bones and muscles of a famous myth, Who could have thousand hearts and minds to conquer,  Have fail'd ere own, though stung hard by betrayed faith: My love and respect for your heart and mind -- The key signature of the humankind.  -- N P Samal

Can't I describe old age as the ultimate curse, That falls unsparing, on each, as no human Has, by muscle or magic, got life reverse Its fatal course of baneful condemnation? Has voice of Nightingale or Nelson's valiance? Can either Bachchan's show, Mukesh' Antilia, E'er stop conviction of the Nature's sentence  Or, say, the inborn divine anathema? Yes, I do know, you've steer'd your life around,  To credit, many crashes, bugs, and battles, But whither do you travel if not bound To cradle of death of rotting bones and muscles? By chance, pass we may by vast casualty; But can we jump the Geras' finality?                                                           -- N P SAMAL 

You fool me, I fool you; We all do fool each other; And go on fooling 'round, Till God does fool us all Out of the Earth forever... And we can't be cooperative, For we are competitive; And we can't be selfless, For we are selfish; And we can't be loving,  For we are aggressive; And we can't be God of ourselves, A stronger God than the God of myth. So we are what we are, And will forever be, Definitely mortal, In the fools' paradise. (To be edited, improved, and recomposed) --N P Samal