Tuesday, 23 January 2018

ANOTHER DAY

Another day…
Another day just passes by,
Another day ended with my sigh,
Another day I missed my sunshine and the hay,
Another day the clouds loom dense in the milky way,
Another day my drops dried in my faded cheeks,
Another day I counted in my fingertips,
marked a circle in the calendar stick,
Another day I keep on watching the mobile screen,
with a hope to get my darling’s ring,
Another day without your smile,
Another day I realise how much you mean to my life,
Another day your reflection I saw in my mirror,

Uff.....
Another day passes by,
Another day ended me dreaming for a bright sky.



Monday, 22 January 2018

Your Bye


My hands were shivering,
When I waved you bye,
I want to stop the time,
Wanted to revert the strings,
Of watch to spend more time,
With you ….
Even though....


Lips parted to say bye, but
Breath choked my beep to cry,
Unspoken words stirrup my throat to dry,
Limbs stagger,
When your figure disappeared in the marathon run,
I stood there finger crossed,
The sudden vacuum is making me numb,
Unknown fear gripping me to paralyze,
I struggle to hold tears,
As I don’t want to reveal my expression in crowd,
you are my prime concern ,
Your bye is my utmost depression.






Saturday, 20 January 2018

Chitrangada-4

Since you left me Arjun ,
Under the cobweb of confusion,
I, Chitrangada didn’t shed a drop of tear,
Though I forgot to cheer,
My Father brought me as his heir{son},
I am his brave child and I dare to swear,
The day will come ,my tears will be yours,
You will  realize how pinching words ached my nerves,
I am not shy or timid, but  helpless in controlling certain fears,
I will make my son(Babruvan} so strong,
So brave ,so dashing that you will proudly recognize him as your heir.

Till then I will not sleep like the tired sheep,
I will not cry like the torrential rain,
I will not peep to my scars,
I will not erase  the dark marks,
Rather I will burn with them every day ,
I will grow my child on thorn bed,
I will grow him as a hurricane ,whose image will numb strong brains,
If woman is beautiful creation of you Lord,
Ponder me with such powers ,to bring my son in bedding of rocks,
Till then empower me to smile in odds.
{The story of Chitrangada comes from the epic MAHABHARAT.She was the wife of Arjun ,the great Pandava warrier,was abused of treachery by her husband.She was the princess of Manipur.Arjun left her and went away .The lady of courage and great archery skill brought her son Babruvahan single handedly. Babruvahan later  defeated  Arjun in a war.

Friday, 19 January 2018

Chitrangada -3

{Chitrangada speaking to her maid Sujata}
I Chitrangada,princess of Manipur,
Is confused, words choke my throat,
And I am bemused,
Come my dear Sujata, suggest me,
To come out from this confusion…….
When I met Pandava hero,{Arjun}
My shivering hands forbid me to throw any arrow,
In the disguise of man also,my eyes were fixed on his stature,
The pounds of my heart started crying,its he …
Its he……he is the man ,who will give shape to your future,
I returned, but you know Sujata,
I left myself there,
I lost me somewhere in the warfare,
His deep blue eyes imprinted mark on my heart,
I want to touch and kiss his firm fingers,
To express my feelings ,or you can say my infatuation,
Were so strong that my heart wanted no restriction.
His harmonious voice is still persistent in my ears,
Yes,dear Iam completely soaked in the ocean of obsession.
Say Sujata ,Am I not beautiful
Or I don’t have the potential to become a part of that great hero,
Don’t I have an alluring shape to grab his attention and similar to me,
My feminine curvature is not intoxicating to pull him towards me?
See dear ,the stars mocking at my disheveled face,
Moon also turns his side ,as if my strides were unable evoke flames in their chest,
How will Arjun then accept me as his mistress?
{The story of Chitrangada comes from the epic MAHABHARAT.She was the wife of Arjun ,the great Pandava warrier,was abused of treachery by her husband.She was the princess of Manipur.Arjun left her and went away .The lady of courage and great archery skill brought her son Babruvahan single handedly. Babruvahan later defeated Arjun in a war.


Thursday, 18 January 2018

Chitrangada speaks

Chitrangada speaks…..
I,  Chitrangada ,the princess of Manipur,
wanted to confess my truth in front   you.

O thy mirror ,you reflect the fact,
 I have covered my adolescence,
My beauty,  my lustrous  skin and hair,
Under the mask of a warrior ,
Pretending to become a man,
To please my father and to silent many rivals.

Arjun! The most promising Pandava,
You killed me,my ego of being superior like a hero,
Your  fiery arrow ,your two sparkling eyes sparked the fire,
 In my heaving bosom I see none other dancing ,
Except you and  I am feeling intoxicated to your lyre.

Devi Kamakshya,the goddess  will understand me,
I regretted for my disguise for the first time,
After meeting your sublime personality,
Your ability of a skilled soldier and noticed your capability,
Hey Lord Kamdev,the spiral waves is churning my mental stability,
I want to shed the cloths of my introvert individuality,
I want to acquire his attention towards me as an enchantress ,
A lady with abundance grace ,a lady  whose one look will create storm in his chest.
 {The story of Chitrangada comes from the epic MAHABHARAT.She was the wife of Arjun ,the great Pandava warrier,was abused of treachery by her husband.She was the princess of Manipur.Arjun left her and went away .The lady of courage and great archery skill brought her son Babruvahan single handedly. Babruvahan later  defeated  Arjun in a war.





Tuesday, 16 January 2018

Chitrangada's promise


I ,Chitrangada is abused,
Misunderstood and accused,
My chastity is questioned,
My serenity is doubted,
That’s because of me belonging to the weak gender,
So filthy language like bar girl is  added to my image.


No,I will not open my mouth,
To clarify the truth,
You{Arjun} ,how could you judge me such ,
With   mistakes of mine not much,
I was the creeper ,whose soul  moves only with  you,
I was your adorer, and beloved too,but,
You threw the whiff and  left  me with the grains,
I prefer to remain calm and quiet,
Crying and absorbing my tears with the rain.

Inside my womb,plays your boy,
Very diligently kicking and pushing ,
The walls of watery gel,
Little did he know about his mother’s trail,
I will not open your identity to him,
You will one day recognize him by your own,
As your son,this is my vow  and promise to the world known.
{The story of Chitrangada comes from the epic MAHABHARAT.She was the wife of Arjun ,the great Pandava warrier,was abused of treachery by her husband.She was the princess of Manipur.Arjun left her and went away .The lady of courage and great archery skill brought her son Babruvahan single -handedly. Babruvahan later  defeated  Arjun in a war.





How to express..


The day you took shelter in the groove,
Waving me bye and broke your route,
I couldn’t stop my heart bleeding,
Difficult for me to come out of your thinking,
My beeps which were addicted to your breathing,
finds no way of escaping ,
How to express my feelings?
In my dreams you linger,
In my vision I see your picture,
Your image is visible in every miniature,
Days seems empty,
Noon seems blank,
Night very long,
the week prolong I struggle to get rid of these emotions,
With out you I stopped painting paradise,
I stopped to fly in kites ,
I stopped playing with stars,
I am in my cocoon waiting for the shinning Moon night.


Monday, 15 January 2018

The Silent Wall




The walls around the burial ground is silent,
Quietly watching each torment and each individual, very minutely,
Life’s ultimate cycle and halting station,
Is acquainted with the bitter truth,
death is the end of all struggle and cemetery is the ultimate goal,
In between the span of life and death,
We forget about the silent wall,
they watch us ,wait for us to take rest,
Absorbs our sorrows and pains within its brick coverage,
And mocks us saying fool in this materialistic namesake,
Because we forget ourselves……….
When our destination is same,
Yet  we quarrel for property or for fame?
The flakes of silent wall never shouts for repair,
Because it is aware of its knocking down can happen any day,
Any time, neither  can anyone preserve it for eternal  time.