LOVE:a walk in mystery

Once when I was a child,

Love was a mystery in mind;

When I heard about love,

Heart said may it be a dove;

All may in love get heaven,

 To peace may they get driven….

Lovers all were in enjoyment,

Sight for me was an amusement;

A long after my childhood,

I got an experience so rude….

In love once I had fallen,

My love for her got deepen & deepen;

Gradually  & gradually I went mad,

For the society I became bad & bad;

Wishes were talk to her,

Fulfilled she oneday later….

Feelings mine were out of control,

Over me could some one have  control;

Whether she loves was a doubt,

From love could I have been out;

Never I could really guess,

Whether was she cheating me on race;

When I was completely mad for her,

Just she was spoiling me more & more…

Realized when did I the reality,

Feelings mine became a charity;

Think for past when do I try,

Memories only made me to cry;

My question is yet to be solved,

Should she be ever loved?

If they do ripe nothing in love

Why the hell go for the cruel love??

Love takes people away of happiness,

Only brings closer to loneliness…………….

AUTHOR NOTES:
its a poetry written over a true 1st hand(near & dear one's)  experience.Hope you will enjoy.

PREETI-kahani na kahi hue na sahi hue(ODIA)

Pakhi sina udi jae,

Basa chhadi chali jae;

Hele jae smruti ku chhadi,

Die jaha hrudaya bidari!!

Mane pade nahi taku,

Kati thiba antaranga muhurta sabu;

Vuli jai se atita ku,

Rupa die nua sansaara ku!!

Hele dekha thare taru ku,

Na kahe se dukha kahaku;

Khali kande se antara re,

Jhure ta pakhi ra biraha re!!

Aashra dei thila se pakhiku hrudaya re,

Antaranga hoi  basithila mita se;

Hele asila dine bataasa kou dunia ru,

Pakhi vuli gala puratana ei saathiku!!

Smruti ta chhadi gala pakhi ta nidda re,

Rakhichhi saiti taru taku kete jatane;

Baa bhaye puni dhanke taaku patare,

Dekhi taaku kande se nirola re!!

AUTHOR NOTES:

It is a story written on tree-bird relationship and the theme is exactly applied to human life.

Satyajit

PAIN OF PATIENCE

Don't know why I am waiting still

Thinking you will come  as dove;

And pour me with hapiness I will

And spark my desire with love !!

Days & month & years have passed

Still I take cuddles with loneliness;

In between my patience has been thrashed

And still I search for happiness !!

Situation has changed today

Pain become my day to day living;

Without I can't live a day

And your demand to change way of living !!

Pains in the heart are a lot

And I pretend as I am happy still;

Smile on the face I try to aloft

And my grief,I didn't fulfill your will !!

AUTHOR NOTES:

Its an imaginary work on the feelings of waiting

Satyajit

THE TRAIN GIRL: a meeting or coincidence

In a dry morning once ever

The poem will remind it later;

In a journey, a girl i had met

Don’t know why i became so tempted;

To dedicate a poem to her

Who was an unknown passenger !!

I was seated near the window in a coach

She came searching for a window in same coach;

Short heighted she was with slim body

I had never seen such a silent lady;

With red and black she was properly dressed

Smile on her lips i couldn’t trace;

 She was silent for a long

Enjoying her list of song;

For long time i kept on gazing

The journey was getting amazing!!

When did she opened her hair

Seemed as beauty her dazzles there;

Again and again she was shaping her hair

And I thought beauty her resides there;

Eyes though did make contact

But they didn’t remain intact;

Wishes were to gaze at her

I was frightened it won’t hurt her!!

The poem I may not present her

In future I may not meet her;

But the journey was so interesting

That made the poem describing;

Don’t know why I lost control

To write over an unknown girl;

Once she was looking outside

Then found gazing at my side;

With pen and paper what i was doing

Probably it made her confusing!!

She may curse, she may slap

Seeing a beauty,a poet has right to clap;

I had not made her my crush

Neither I had won her trust!!

The journey ended without a communication

But the girl was still in my sensation;

With this my pen had stopped

And my imagination was gone crushed…..

FRIENDS-a blessing of god

No one can emulate my friend
He changed every fred & trend

Buddy where did you disappear

Daily I long for my friend,so dear.

CLASSMATE-the first impression

 Dont know whether to praise or not

But I have gone mad on you a lot;

Speaking frankly you are so innocent

Towards your beauty my heart has bent !!