ହଁ ମନେ ଅଛି ମତେ ସେଇ ଦିନ 
ଯେବେ ତୁ ମେଘ ର ମହ୍ଲାର ସାଜି
ବରଷି ଥିଲୁ ମୋ ଆକାଶ ରେ,
ଭିଜେଇ ଥିଲୁ ଖଞ୍ଜର ପାଲଟି ଥିବା
ସେହି ହୃଦୟ କୁ ମୋର ।

ହଁ ମନେ ଅଛି ମତେ ସେଇ ଦିନ 
ଯେବେ ସେଇ ପ୍ରେମ ଗିତ ର ଶବ୍ଦ ସବୁ 
ଆଙ୍କିଥିଲା ତୋହରି ଚେହେରା ମୋ ମନରେ,
ଆଉ ତୁ ପ୍ରେମ ର ସୁର ହୋଇ 
ଛୁଇଁ ଥିଲୁ ଛିଡିଯାଇଥିବା ମୋ ହୃଦୟ ର ତାର 
ଓ ବଜେଇ ଥିଲୁ ପ୍ରେମ ର ତାଳ ମୋ ହୃଦୟ ରେ।

ଶୁଖିଲା ପଡ଼ିଥିବା ସେଇ ହୃଦୟ ରେ ଆଜି
ପ୍ରେମ ବଗିଚା ଅଛି,
ତୋ ପ୍ରେମ ର ସୁଗନ୍ଧ ଅଛି ,
ତୁ ଅଛୁ, ଆଉ ଆମ ପ୍ରେମ ସଙ୍ଗୀତ ଅଛି।

ହଁ ମୋ ହୃଦୟ ପୁଣିଥରେ ଜୀବିତ ଅଛି।
ହଁ ମୋ ହୃଦୟ ପୁଣିଥରେ ଜୀବିତ ଅଛି।

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Often the dusk of despair 
Creeps into my life 
Carrying the fragments of my fragile heart, 
The heart, that passes each day building itself up, 
from all the insecurities, 
Yet, at the fall of dusk, it falls apart;
Every Morning I live many lives, 
And die many deaths every night, 
The Zealous heart, that once carried all the curiosities, 
To it, now, nothing excites;
Holding to the hopes though I breathe again, 
But, how can a broken heart, 
Pump life in all that is dead within;
Maybe, my heart, needs to ask the trees, 
How they go through the autumn fall, 
How they shed all their leaves and still stand tall ?!
How they still love to dance in the breeze ?!
The breeze, that often tries to uproot them, at ease !!

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That day, that road had so much to tell,
to elicit all sorts of emotions from deep within,
Emotions that changed from euphoric to pale,
When I saw a wedding procession approaching from one side of the route,
And a funeral marching towards the grave on it's other;
The weeps and wails in the funeral
couldn't be more louder than the music accompanying laughter and merriment in the wedding...
Symphony of merriment and mourn reverberated in the atmosphere,
But, the voices of pain, hardly reached any ears...
And there I stood perplexed, at the middle of the road,
With the pile of emotions bubbling within,
And a throng of thoughts questioning
Why life isn't fair;
The sudden downpour of the rain answered:
I shower on everyone,
Some take me as a blessing,
While, some get drenched to wash away their pain .

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You are the silence to my night,
And also the silence, between my sobs ,
That always soothed me to sleep ...
And now your silence is a question,
Or an answer, or maybe both,
And this silence of yours,
Wakes me up from my
wishful dreams ,
That once I saw with you.

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I don't just pen down my pain into words,
I share my therapy...
If my words can heal my heart,
I believe it would heal yours too...
And that is why when you read between the lines,
Your heart feels the warmth.

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Papa, since the day you left us,
Those mournful wails still echoes in my brain,
The clouds of gloom heavily rain,
drenching me with all the sorrows;
It feels like I have been caged in a nightmare,
with no tomorrows,
To eagerly wait for your return,
Unlike the other days,
When my eyes used to glimmer
Seeing you back home ;
Now those eyes keep staring blankly into the distance,
Where you left us,
leaving behind your memories and unfulfilled dreams...
Your wishful dreams,
now have paved their way for me
to walk upon,
How beautifully our dreams merged into one...
I still feel your life, breathing through my dreams ;
Papa, you never died
And you never will,
For my dreams are immortal,
And so are you.

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Every night a storm arises
within my heart,
and my feelings keep swirling
around its edges, making me restless ;
some feelings cling to my heart,
in a fear of being drifted away ;
while some roll down my cheeks,
as tears ;
Until a lightning of comprehension
strikes my heart,
and my feelings,
like the waves of an ocean
arise from my eyes,
expresses itself,
and then it recedes back to where
it arose,
clearing all those blurred realities
that my eyes might have hallucinated;
No, it's not a storm that destroys, but,
a storm of courage that arises within,
merely to uproot
those plants of despondence,
that grew within my heart,
So as to plant new hopes and dreams
that would no longer fear the storms.

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When I feel so lost
in my throng of thoughts
With those restless emotions,
slowly breaking into tears,
like those heavy black clouds,
hovering above my head
Waiting to flood me with
Your memories again,
trying to mollify
my inner doleful howl;
But all these emotions,
comes to a standstill,
all at once,
When I strongly believe,
I'm only yours,
Even if it's not meant
to be.

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ODISHA
A golden paradise.
//Caption //

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When my beauty would be fleeting
like those wilted flowers
in your garden,
Would you still love my wrinkled skin?
look at me with
the same love as before?
and kiss those weak dry eyes
of mine?
When my hands would be trembling
even when holding a stick,
Would you still hold my Hands
and kiss it saying -
"you look more beautiful than yesterday?
When my voice would be weak and hoarse,
Would you still listen
to my endless talks
and say -
" your voice sounds like
music in my ears"?;
Tell me dear,
Would you still love those wilted flowers,
in the garden of our love,
that have lost their fragrance?
Or, would you never let them know
that they wilted?

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