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.


Thursday, 11 January 2018

Co -incidence


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This may be a co-incidence,
Or twist of fate ,which made us,
 meet in  the crowd,
Even in the buzz ,
our heart is familiar to each other’s core,
So  beats of us  skip  in galore,
Down from our nape amusing current flow with rapid speed,
Which makes our face turn to pink,
 our eyeballs is accustomed to read  our pound,
Tight lips attempts to hide our pleasing sound,
Along with the melodious breeze our heart murmurs,
Our limps  chase  the salsa rungs,
Co-incidence may be the cause,
Unexpected meeting changed the color of our floor,
Except us we hear none,
Except us we see none,
We expect let this co-incidence happen daily.


Tuesday, 9 January 2018

Anxiety



Since the day you  confirmed  about  your emergence,
I linger  in dilemma,
With some anxiety ,some curiosity,
Bit assertive,  bit inquisitive and yes a bit reluctant,
To accept  the reality,
That I am going to meet you ,the personality,
Whose image  I meet in my dreams,
Whose  picture bears shape  in my eccentricity.

Reeling  under the pressure of uncertainties,
My sleepless nights quiver in me thousand probabilities,
I wonder  ,then murmur in doubt ,will  this be true?
With lots of ifs and buts dancing inside me,
I opt to  see you and end all the hesitancy playing within me.

The time I met you…
The excitement in my nerves ,
the rapid palpitation in my curves,
The tingling sensation in my voice  evaporated
 all the qualms I imagine about you since long.
You closed all the chapters of my anxiety in a second,
Singing the tune of familiarity.

Saturday, 6 January 2018

First


In the first encounter ,I thought to make you mine,
In the first exchange of eyes ,I am thine,
In the first conversation ,you impressed me a bunch,
Through out the night I keep on thinking a lot,
In my first poem ,you are the queen,
Because of this each of my words sing,
The melody of your imposing grandeur in my rhyme,
In the first hour of the day ,
your morning wish uplifts my mood,
It keeps me smiling all through the day,
In the first thought of mine ,I see your face,
From the first day till today you only you reign my empty space.


Friday, 5 January 2018

Recollections

Recollections….
In this winter,
I drape myself  within  the yesterday’s thunder,
Just to preserve the warmth of last summer,
Outside is chill, I under the blanket drill,
The memories of previous flavor,
Which sustains in my album in an everlasting color,
I smile, I sigh, I brood, over my last year try,
Failures and Success both in extent come up to my pocket,
I live in hope, let this winter unfasten the scope for my  future,
With the season’s peak the snowflakes and cool breeze are full of zip,
I enjoy the spice ,even  I dream bright,
I see the  stars dazzling at night sky guiding me the direction upright.

Thursday, 4 January 2018

THOUGH

Though….
My lips preferred to remain silent,
Yet my words smile with your presence.
Though…
My eyes  preferred to remain calm,
Yet I couldn’t hide it’s glitter , seeing your charm.
Though…
My limbs follow what my mind say,
Yet ,I couldn’t control the vibrations running under the nail.
Though….
My face is warm,
Yet I couldn’t control it growing warmer when I find you nearer.
Though…
My toes are restless,
Yet ,they manage   power  to stand   waiting hours for you.
Though..
My mind instructs to follow the rules,
Yet ,my heart runs miles to touch you.
Though…
My body takes rest in night,
Yet ,in my dreams I catch you.

Tuesday, 2 January 2018

Where are you now?

Where are you now?
Not visible in this fog,
Your steps not audible in the chilled road,
Cool breeze whispers in sad tone,
Hot breath whimper and look for you in every lane,
Your disappearance is giving me bouts of pain,
Unable to suppress my anxiety in this realm,
Each second I count,
Each minute I measure,
Each hour is my journey,
With out you each day is lonely,
I visualize you in my dreams,
In my fantasy island ,you and me live,
Like the princess and prince with no riff,
In the garden of heaven we sail in the golden ship,
Dreaming ,giggling ,enjoying the ride in sleep,
Oh ! I am in dreams….
I hope you are somewhere near the scene,
Come back dear ,
Your arrival will return my spring.