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Saturday 3 November 2018

ପୌର୍ଣ୍ଣମାସୀର ଚନ୍ଦ୍ର

Before jumping into the poem part, let me tell you a small story, behind this poem!❤️

It's about Dec 2015, when I haven't met him personally and we just started knowing each other through chats! (knowing each other??.. Yeah it started with Hi and then sort of interests.. Food habits.. Hobbies.. Just like the random stuff you start with a stranger.. And who knew this sweet stranger will become my partner for life time)

And our parents met back in the October, 2015 and they were waiting us to meet. So somehow we started connecting over Facebook and then in whatsapp.

And if you heard about this Buddhist quote,
"If you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that's not the one.
When you meet your "soul mate ", you will feel calm. No anxiety  no agitation."
And believe me that so 100% true.
I still remember the moments we used to have long chats..like sometimes I used to fall asleep during the chats and  he had a habit of sleeping late night and he used to wait a bit.. And that was never a problem.
(also I am sorry that this gonna be a long post may be and not the small story as I promised at earlier)
Also the day we met (2nd of Jan, 2016) and cracked jokes.. Laughed hard.. To the days we used to share each and every thing happened.. We used to share the beautiful songs.. Sometimes hindi Bollywood the other times odia songs and also marathi songs. And believe me, when you are so comfortable with someone that you never feel like stop talking and you can actually discuss anything happened in your life without giving a second thought, you met someone very special... You met your soul mate dear.

We used to be so casual, we used to discuss what to wear on our engagement day to the color code to the planning of  making a digital invitation and lots more.
And we got engaged on a very rare date 29th of Feb  2016 and the memories will always remain fresh like it happened yesterday. Also we met next day again..roamed in the bike.. Explored the city.. Met our college professors.. Invited them for our marriage.. And went for an ice cream and everything was so normal. Like I never felt, I am meeting this guy for the 3rd time in the whole life. It is always comfortable when you are having space for each other and ah! the day was so lovely.


Well talking about the poem, back in December 2015, when we hardly talked for 10days or so and we were exploring about each other,  we came across some interesting hobbies we have!
He was a photographer and I was a poet.
So is it possible not to showcase one or two of your master piece!?

I was just going through his Facebook page and also showed some of my poems and it was all beautiful. Like truly  if you really don't have any other interests and you are not dedicated towards it, then how boring it is!

Anyway except those High definition photos, he shared one of his one plus photo( one plus photo? Picture taken from. One plus mobile.. Also it's a great coincidence that I had the same phone, one plus one and if we are talking about Dec 2015, very less people used to have this phone.. I feel I need to write another blog about the level of coincidences we had) and the photo was so magical.. It was something like..
It was a picture of Moon hidden behind the beautiful flowers of a tree..with not so prominent yet distinct clouds present  and this was lovely!

And the moment I saw this pic, I was like..there should  be a poem for this beautiful click.. The click itself was a poetry itself just needed some words to pen down. So that's how the poem was written  and he shared in facebook and when his kaki (aunty) checked it and she was like.. So you guys became so comfortable and we are worried that what if you guys will meet or not and everything went so well after that.

There is always a story behind every poem written.you just need to have patience to listen.
They call it poem, I call it as love. 


ମୁଠା ମୁଠା ଏଇ ମାଟିର ମୋହ ରେ

|| ଧୂମ୍ରକେତୁର ଧୂଳିର ଧୂଆଁ ରେ
ହଜି ଯିବି ଅବା
ମୁଠା ମୁଠା ଏଇ ମାଟିର ମୋହ ରେ
ଖୋଜି ବୁଲୁଥିବି...
ମିଛ ମରୀଚିକା.. ପ୍ରାଚୀନ ପ୍ରାଚୀର ପ୍ରସ୍ତର ପ୍ରାନ୍ତର..
ସପନ ବଣିକ.. ସପନ ରାଇଜେ..
ଭାଙ୍ଗି ଗଡୁଥିବି . .ଗଢି ଭାଙ୍ଗୁଥିବି.. କେତେ ଧୂଳିଘର . . ||

||ଗହନ ଗଳ୍ପର ଗଭୀର ଗଣିତ!
ଗଭାରେ ସଜାଇ.. ଗଜଲ୍ ଗୀତିକା.. ଗାଉଛି ଗାୟତ୍ରୀ,
ସ୍ମୃତିର ସେପଟେ .. ସନ୍ଦିହାନେ ସତ୍ୟ.. !
ଏପଟେ ସୁନୀଳ.. ସାଗରୁ ଶାମୁକା.. ସାଉଁଟେ ସାବିତ୍ରୀ ;
ଆର୍ଯ୍ୟ ଅନାର୍ଯ୍ୟ ଅସଜଡ଼ା ଏଇ.. ଅବବାହିକାର ଅଭିମାନ କୂଳେ..
ସମବେଦନାର ସଂହିତା ପଢି.. ସ୍ଵପ୍ନ ସଜାଡି . . ଶାହାନାଇ ତୋଳେ..
ଶଙ୍ଖନାଦ ଆଉ ବାଦ୍ୟର ତାଳେ..
 ସଞ୍ଜ ସକାଳେ. . ||

|| ପ୍ରତିଶ୍ରୁତି ଏକ ପୁରୁଣା ପୃଷ୍ଠା. .
ଏକଇ କବିତା .. ଅନେକ ସ୍ରଷ୍ଟା. .
ଭସା ମେଘ ସାଜି.. ଭାବୁଥାଏ ବସି... ଭାବନା ରାଜ୍ୟେ . . ଭାସି ଯିବି କିବା .  .
ମୁଠା ମୁଠା ଏଇ ମାଟିର ମୋହ ରେ ବାନ୍ଧି ରହିଯିବି..
ଖୋଜି ବୁଲୁଥିବି. . ମାୟା ମରୀଚିକା.  .
ଚାଲୁଥିବି ଏକ. . ଅସରନ୍ତି ପଥ. . ଦିଗରୁ ଦିଗନ୍ତ
ଆଉ ଲେଖୁଥିବି ଏକ .  . ଅନନ୍ତ ପଦ୍ୟାଂଶ. . କାହାଣୀ ଅବ୍ୟକ୍ତ. .
ଅସମାପ୍ତ ଫର୍ଦ୍ଦ. . ସ୍ଵପ୍ନ ପ୍ରାରବ୍ଧ ! || ❤️❤️


Friday 2 November 2018

ହଜିଯାଏ ଏଇ ମହା ଚିନ୍ତନରେ


|| ହଜିଯାଏ ଏଇ ମହା ଚିନ୍ତନରେ 
କାହାଣୀ ଅବା ମୁଁ ଲେଖିବି କାବ୍ୟ 

ସାଜି ମୁଁ କୁହେଳି  ସ୍ଵପ୍ନ ପ୍ରକ୍ଷାଳି
ପ୍ରଜନ୍ମୁ ଜନ୍ମ ନେବି ମୁଁ ଜନ୍ମ 

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