Monday, August 30, 2021

Micropoems by Rajashree Mohapatra


Art
He paints his passions 
with colours of emotions 
he knows, 
love is nothing 
but a fine art,
and art is a part 
of our heart! 

Phrases
Phrases remind time, 
place and events
Despite we speak 
different languages 
Cautions us against crude misunderstandings and fight
And induces us 
to be adorable!

A Snare 
Thorns smile 
dead butterflies 
on carpet of grass 
all promises are-
a snare 
Meteors flash on wasteland! 

A Tune
condensed vapours 
pour into rain
a river plays a tune
the morning sky beams 
lives sing in rhythms.

Self 
when the mind is restrained 
attaines quietude
self sees the self 
satisfied by his own self 
transcends the senses!

In Suffocation 
My dreams hop 
throughout the night 
Wish they never stop 
Else life may strangulate
In suffocation!

Life
A stone wall 
silently stands 
hiding the secrets of 
a sobbing river 
In a tangled jungle
of human illusions,
life is so complicated!

Quicksand
Between the waves 
In an empty space 
Our forgotten memories 
Drowning in quicksand 
Inside me your existence.

A Hero 
All are not just 
Life may takes a turn
May include wars 
Tragedy and sorrow 
But for every enemy 
there is definitely a hero.

Behind The Fall of Life
A storm of revolt rises 
into the tranquil mind of sea.
Your anger soars up to 
toss vortex of love
Lives are trapped in the wreck, 
The boat of life sinks 
into the labyrinthine chasm
trailing behind the fall of life.

© Rajashree Mohapatra 
Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India
rajashreemohapatra2018@gmail.com
All Pictures Courtesy : Rajashree Mohapatra

Rajashree Mohapatra: Born in Odisha in India has received her masters degree in 'History'  and 'Journalism  and  Mass Communication' from Utkal University,  Odisha. She is a teacher by profession. Being a post graduate in 'Environmental Education and Industrial  Waste Management' from Sambalpur University Odisha, she has devoted herself as a Social Activist for the cause of social justice, Environmental issues and human rights  in remote areas  through Non-governmental organisations. Poetry, Painting and Journalism are her passions.

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