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Puspanjali Sahu May 2016
May be we can leave this place
and go to mars
right now
at this moment
But do not forget
our feet is still on the earth
where he lives
  
He
whose day is still measured
by the brightness of sun
and he never felt
he has a mind to think
or a heart to feel
All what he learned
is to work and work
under the shining sun
and in night storms  

He does not understand
what you need to live
and can not imagine
your assets price
What he knows and
what he aims
is only a full plate of rice  

So don’t go to him
and complain
You wanted chicken
and somebody fed you beef  

Don’t go and tell him
name of brands of your drink
and percentage of alcohol  
they carries
Because you can't count
for a drop of water
how many innocent dreams
were buried  

Don’t go to him
and tell
he should pray in a temple
or lit a candle
before Jesus
Because  
with the burden of
filling many empty stomachs
he can be worried
but can not be nervous  

Don’t go and compel him
to stand before you
or oppose you
because you feel
he needs to speak
  
You don’t know
words started losing their meaning
before him
from the day
he stopped thinking
about the furious wolfs
and started walking in the dark    

May be somewhere
inside his mind
he knows
the furious wolfs
can't ****** his muscles
and touch his struggle  
Only thing they can do
is...stand on the road
made from sweats of others
and bark  

So you don't need to
go to them
and shout
how you feel about the words
he never spell

If possible  
please go
and  build a way
that will connect
your smile and
his faith
if someone comments about our skin color, caste or about our religion..factors which no way define us,  we drag racism into it.  Put our time, money and mind just to win the battle of words..in spite of knowing we will not going to gain anything from it
Its better to shift our attention and put our effort in solving problems related to farming and farmers , water or environment or we may reach a situation which we really cant tolerate even we wish to
Puspanjali Sahu May 2016
Sorry for the moment
when my soul
slipped into a puddle of blood
and touched helplessness of
the unfulfilled hope
to live,
lies beneath each drop of blood

That moment wrenched my trust off
And I crushed the day
when
with broken ribs and blood shaded body
I ran and ran
Do not know how many miles I crossed?
What I jumped
were mountains of bones
or pools filled with blood?

I could not hear anything
Neither screaming of dying breaths
Nor sound of swords
What sorrounds me was
heaps of silence
and heartbeats of my hope
that
the dying body over me
will not meet death

How could I crushed that day
The day
even with frozen blood
I could not close my eyes
and rest in peace
until you opened yours

If I could make a wish
I will go to you
and say.....thank you

Because you made me to
look at the sun
and I realized what scares me most
is nothing
but shadow of my own

Because you are the one
Who made me to love
and live with the feeling of love

Now
no matter what the world says
my heart knows
and it will let other know

You are a king
not mere a conqueror
(A twelve year old boy i.e. Alexander the Great touches a massive creature with love and rest all of you know. The world considers the cruel conqueror fortunate because he got perhaps the most loyal and brave horse.
But it is the horse who knows he got the worlds most loving master
Sometime it also happens that we know a person close from our heart but when the world throws mud on them we made our self part of that.
Hate the fact that few people paid price of public humiliation with their life
So we should think ones or many times if needed before clicking or commenting on a post publicly that can humiliate someone. We should express our sorry if we offended a person for a single mistake and should hold their hand in hard times)
Puspanjali Sahu Apr 2016
When
each day
each hour
each moment
gave me the feeling
of destined for you
A strong realization of
of having you
in my stars
made me
to believe my fortune
and
I started seeing you
with closed eyes

That moment
I discovered myself
completely naked
but not diffident
shy but not ashamed

With inexorable madness in my heart
and beaming peace in my mind
I looked down
with melting breath
to hold your hands
within mine

I thought
these hands can wipe
even the darkness of night
and all will remain
is the golden rays of morning sun
warm and bright

But you suddenly
pull your hands out
Calmness of your voice
cut me into pieces
when you declared
salvation is your destination
I could not believe
my trust owe me fate of a roadside stone

Now
standing amid the road to salvation
that filled with
fear
to love and to be loved
to give and to accept
to keep and preserve promises
I am still searching
a way to go back
and hold you tight

Because I know
all pain ends
if you have a shoulder to weep
love ties knot between people….few people even in their seventies hold their loved ones hand so tightly and dare to embrace death…
And few are so afraid of death (responsibilities)…they searched a way to escape in the name of moksha
This poem Yasodhara (Buddha’s wife) is a trial to deliver feeling of those …..
Puspanjali Sahu Apr 2016
Thank you all
For showing me
on my return
how much you love me


But don’t ask
how does it feel
I can not say
whether I felt anything

Believe me
it was not defensive
I attacked…I killed…and killed
though
never intend to

Couldn’t remember
how many bodies fell down
Could not feel
coldness of blood on my hands
May be because
Blood on my veins
was at its maximum hotness

But when two watery eyes
soaked mine
I took her in my arms
……..and felt
A dead stone started breathing again


I felt sorry…..
For all whom I offered breathless life
Please forgive me

Oh God
If you give me a life again
make me soldier again
but
I wish to die
Saving breathe of others
Not taking it away

-----A Soldier
Puspanjali Sahu Apr 2016
With layers and layers of darkness
You and only you can shine like a bright star
How is it possible ?

Last day…
When I discovered you
over a heap of dead bodies
clasping rotten flesh in crooked hands
Between you and a lump of selfishness
I searched and searched…..
to find little difference

My heart started sinking in the sea
of sorrow

Oh dear crow
Cannot you be little different
from the sin-soaked world?

I looked back
with a grief-stricken heart
But
just at that moment
you crossed my grief
and perch high in the tree

With a strong shake
of your skinny neck
I felt
all your sins
scattered somewhere into the universe
And the bright blue sky
welcomed you
with its most tight hug
filled with divine love

Why  cannot I be like you?
Why cannot I leave my past
and perch high
into the sky

One day,
driven by the deadly hunger
my heart lost before me
With sordid soul
my throat touched
a… just-dead body
Blood of which…
still has marks
somewhere in my
nerves of sanity

And tells me each day….each moment
For sins full of selfishness
there is no atonement
Puspanjali Sahu Apr 2016
Some wires full of thrones
Some cement filled pillars
full of small but sharp stones

Or
Some pieces of wood and some pieces of rope
embracing each other so deeply

See
are standing in front of us
as gallant warriors
and decide
Our boundary !
Our limitations !

Do not know
from where they gained such strength
Stop thinking of crossing them
You even can not touch
Neither strong waves of a roaring ocean
Nor deep red flames of fire
Nothing can threaten their existence

May be because
their germination started
back...long back
From deep...very deep
inside our heart

Now we can not see
standing on this side of fence
sky of the other side
Can not spread our hand
with closed eyes
and feel the morning fog

Because
Heart.......that defines us
started deceiving
feeling of trust
(few people smiles straight from their heart in spite of having dozens of problems.....and i feel like living in a pure. innocent world....
This poem is dedicated to all of them
Let's try to dedicate this to ourselves)
Puspanjali Sahu Apr 2016
It’s the same sun-shines
But the day feels little bright

I thank the world
for coating the sky
with beautiful words
But
feelings...these words carry
I already have

With the aflutter waiting in a man's eyes
when...was on my way to this beautiful world
I realized
this is the best place for me
Which by mistake
termed as
man's world....

Two rough hands carried me with maximum softness....
And I started to walk
Holding long fingers of the same hands
and realized....
The only place I can sleep...
and even the wind can not disturb me
Is my DAD's arm

So, dear DAD
THANK YOU
for making me apple of your eyes
queen of your heart
No matter how old I am
Before you,
I am always your little girl.....

With passing time
I realized
fantasies can be made real
moments can last forever
and
I can cry tears of happiness
Inside tight hugs of a mans hands....

So dear husband
I THANK YOU
for holding my hands firmly
while walking on the road of age

Today
when my son
with his little hands
hold mine
and told
Mamma...you need to care yourself
I discover another man
to care for me
and feel
I can be careless again....
.......A woman
A poem written on Women's day
(Please...do not live in the world of complains....but create a world of compliments....)

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