Enigma: One Life To Live

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Saturday, January 18, 2025

C'est la Vie ! : କଳ୍ପନାର ହିମଦେଶ

ତୁଷାରିତ ହିମଗିରି ଶିଖର କୋଳେ,

ସ୍ବର୍ଣ୍ଣାଭ କିରଣ ର କଲ୍ଲୋଳିତ ତାଳେ,

ପ୍ରସ୍ଫୁଟିତ ହୀରାକଣି ପୁଷ୍ପ ହସେ,

ଜୀବନ ସେଠି ଜୀବନର ରହସ୍ଯ ଭାଷେ ।

ହିମଗୌର ଆଲୋକରେ ପ୍ରଜ୍ବଳିତ ଶିଖା,

ଚପଳ ଜୋଛନା ସେଠି ଆଙ୍କେ ଚିତ୍ରଲେଖା,

ମନୋମୟ କାହାଣୀରେ କାଦମ୍ବିନୀ ହଜେ,

ମନ ସେଠି ମନର ଗୀତିକାର ସାଜେ ।

ନଭଶ୍ଚୁମ୍ବୀ ସେ, ଧରିତ୍ରୀର ଶ୍ରେଷ୍ଠ ଚୂଡ଼ାମଣି,

ମିଞ୍ଜିମିଞ୍ଜି ତାରାପୁଞ୍ଜ ତହିଁ ସ୍ବପ୍ନ ଯାଏ ବୁଣି,

ମୃଦୁ ହସେ ମନ୍ଦାକିନୀ ଉତଫୁଲ୍ଲିତ ହୋଇ,

କଳ୍ପନା ସେଠି କଳ୍ପନାର ସ୍ମାରକ ଗଢ଼ଇ ।

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A Loose Translation:

(January 22, 2025, 8:16 PM)

That's Life! : A Snowy Land (Himalayas) of Imagination

In the lap of the snowy peaks,

With the astoundingly delightful rhythm of the golden rays,

The blooming diamond flowers beam with delight,

And Life... whispers the mystery of Life there.

The peak (1*) glistens in the auroral frosted snow,

As the fickle moonbeam paints a celestial portrait,

The ethereal clouds immerse themselves in fantasies,

And Mind... adorns itself with ariose ballads of Mind.

Kissing the skies, it is a treasure sans pareil,

Where the shimmering stars sow and plant dreams.

The exultant "Mandakini" (2*) smiles gently,

And Imagination... builds a monument of Imagination there.

(1*) the mountain peak and the flame : are spelt same in Odia. An ornamentation technique is used called "Jamaka Alankara" has been used here.

(2*) Mandakini is a tributary river of Ganga. Additionally, the cosmic river or the Milky way galaxy is also referred to as Mandakini. Again, "Jamaka Alankara" is used here.

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Wednesday, September 20, 2023

Mystery?

They say I hide it all

Yes there are no fancy pictures

But I have bared my soul

There were aspects that

A picture or selfie can never capture

But there were thousand tales

In every word

In every chapter

There are stories and many a lore

Fun anecdotes too...from across the shore

But how would they know

For they are not readers

With a heart that glows

But just passersby

That go with the flow.

Wednesday, April 6, 2022

Not a Rainbow

This can't be a rainbow

For a rainbow has a beginning

And it has an end too

It comes magically

Eventually it goes too

But This

Defines so much more

That a rainbow

Has ever drew.

This can't be a rainbow

For a rainbow has colors

That flow

Just the few till crest though

It is beautiful with zest

Stays for moments at best

But This

Has an enigmatic hue

That a rainbow could ever sew.

Beyond the span of this

And the countless other universes

Beyond the realm of colors

And multitude expanses

This spells so much more

Than a rainbow can ever store.

Monday, March 21, 2022

Black Hole and Atlantis

The glint in those eyes

Are magnetic,

More than the

Densest black hole.

I am still wandering,

Well aware

That there is no way out.

Who would want

to escape anyway?

The naivete yet sincerity

In those words are mighty

Mightier than the

Deepest oceans.

I am immersed,

Like Atlantis

Well aware

That I will be

Undiscoverable,

Still immersing.

Who would want

to be found anyway?

Wednesday, February 9, 2022

Mystery of Time

Like the depth of night

And the mystery of time

With an ethereal feel

of sweetness

And hints of mischief

Beaming with hope

And softness of silk

The enigma of those

Chocolate eyes

Is a maze of charm

Lost as I am in the

Charisma of that gaze

Sunday, February 21, 2021

Mystical

Nothing was ever as mystical,

As the chime of Your smile...

The breeze draped in fragrance plume,

And the lavender roses in bloom.

Thursday, August 20, 2020

The Desire

The desire....
To fly, soaring across the limitless sky,
To explore, and be lost in the beautiful bay,
To dream, and think across the brae,
Oh! The desire.....
To be and still not be; anyway!

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Enigma

The feeling ...

Of ardor delectation

Of serene exhilaration

Musing to write down thoughts

While searching for the perfect words

For happiness that glances

Reason unbeknownst

To the joyous prances.

The feeling ...

Of breeze's resplendence

Of frolic silences

Willing to paint a reverie

That doesn't unveil the mystery

Elation beyond measures

It's Enigma

That the heart treasures.

Monday, September 12, 2016

There was a strange vibe which was beyond any explanation. The million colours that the darkness exuded worked as an insignia for the magnetic effect. Whatever it was, it was very different, yet it seemed so familiar. The moon seemed pristine. It was as if the sun was murmuring the tale of eternal divinity to the moon. It was difficult to apprehend that entrancement. It was electric. It was sheer magic. Like sunshine.

The night sky was gleaming with a million lights; lights from far away stars, stars who rarely seemed concerned. The stars always had a strange presence, altruistic albeit a self-indulgent presence. But the sun was different. Always. Explaining “different” is difficult, may be impossible even, but feeling it was not. “Different” is innate, fundamental. That explains the pre-primeval-ness of sun. Its immaculateness. Maybe even its enigma. But, the moon too seemed to have imbibed the outlandishness. The moon had always been eccentric, but the degree seemed to be several notches higher at the moment; so much so that, the frivolous moon appeared impeccable. Of all the mysteries that the night showcases, it was riveting enough.

Why is it that the most divergent of phenomena seem to be the most congruent of all? Why is it that the frivolous moon seems adorable at the exact same time when the sun emanates the quintessence of ardour? The simple things are perhaps always meant to be the most complicated. Perhaps that is what preserves the essence of being. A little perplexity is perhaps essential for the comprehension of existence, however paradoxical it may seem. But is it not enough that there are already a zillion mystique in the universe! May be explaining that vibe seems like a great oxymoron and most certainly it might be. Defining such an impasse is therefore mythical. The only thing that can be said at this juncture is that it was magic being enamoured by the greatest of enigma. That’s amore!

Friday, January 23, 2015

Nutanataa ra Paribhasa

Sunday, December 21, 2014

And Then Love Knew

Out of the window, the world seemed to orchestrate the various moments of the afternoon with an impeccable pace and resonance. There were a million things happening yet the place seemed to be at a standstill. The place was kaleidoscopic with the eclectic colours of the autumn. The placid hues spelled a thousand words, words with a zillion emotions. There she was, sitting in her own little world, taking a sneak peek at what she called life. She sat there trying to decipher the hues and immerse in the emotions. The tinge of the autumn and the tint of her dreams were accorded in harmony, a harmony that was as enigmatic as she was.

The tranquillity of her mind was obvious but her heart was most probably in the state of a “Sturm und Drang”. Tacitly, this dissonance reflected in the cosmos. She knew she wanted to find the answers to the questions the turmoil posed but she also knew that her dreams are the answer to her dreams. Some questions are better left unreciprocated but being a dreamer has its side effects! The nature riveted her with its multitude of shades and there she sat living through each of it. Each of those moments was an epic by itself; the oblivion was inevitable. After all, nature fuelled the conundrum of her thoughts.

The reverie was redolent with the essence of her heart; her heart - an absolute enigma, her eyes - a perfect conundrum. It’s but the smile! It’s the smile, perspicuous and elucidating, that was the gateway to that enthralling world. The tincture of the trance melted and merged into the oblivion of universe. And as she lifted her eyes, suddenly the rays showed her the elations….. And then love knew she was called Love!

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A quick note - (for the term "Sturm Und Drang" used in second paragraph).....

"Sturm Und Drang", literally "Storm and Drive", "Storm and Urge", is a proto-Romantic movement in German literature and Music of the late 18th century. This movement signifies human individualism, feeling and expression of emotion in reaction to the perceived constraints of rationalism imposed by the Enlightenment and associated aesthetic movements.
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