DASHARATH NAIK (23.06.1964 ), the eldest son of Late Madan Mohan Naik & Sabitri Naik , hails from Bijadihi in the Sundargarh district, Odisha . A student of English Literature, Sri Naik likes all the genres especially poetry. As a bi-lingual poet, he writes both in English and Odia for his own pleasure and Humanity is his main concern .
I AM ME
I am me
In flow of time
A silent river.
I am me
with my mud walls
and rooster .
I am me ,,
in water , air
and ether .
My realm
Absolutely mine
I do explore.
I am me
With my lapses
My world I plunder.
RISING SUN
Free from fangs of fear now ,
Like a mighty eagle
I venture out into the open ;
Oozes in heart a soothing rill
After honest confession
And tears of lamentation ;
And my wounded soul
Runs seeking shelter
Here , there ,,everywhere ;
As the musk with its spell
Weirdly disclosed within,
Life smiles and sings forever
COMING TO TERMS
Wound,
my bestie,
visits me daily ,
even in my absence
Tear
rolls & rocks
kissing cheeks
my feelings caressing !
Blood
bewitches me
with its warm hugs;
so much hypnotising !
Sweat
suffuses me
in my nothingness ;
never to betray mine !
Life
grasps fairly,
often going green
generously greets me !
MONSOON MAGIC
Like a sparrow
Happily she chirps
And glistens my ray.
Her fleeting glances
Glued with smile
Make my day.
Her glimpses
Loitering on terrace
Keeps my sorrow at bay.
Her graceful gait
Like monsoon magic
Boosts my way.
TO BE OR NOT TO BE
My time slips
my lines fade and
I start fainting in a moment
sandwiched between
to be or not to be.
Butterflies fly in the blue
crossing borders
surpassing hurdles
and ruling over
my realm of dreams.
In the nick of time
hopes make me live ;
next moment like a bulldozer
my liabilities make them
suffocate and ruin .
As sparrows in my courtyard
chirrup in bedlam
my spirit swings with them
absorbed in the music
and magic undoubtedly mine.
SANS ME
I am without me
in search of the nameless me
bereft of myself in this world
fed up with my life never lived
long cherished but
coveted not
for I love me not .
I am without me
world mine all deserted
severely injured and wounded deep
me living a nameless life
with me and
without my self :
me moving everywhere sans me.
ALWAYS
Be the model
For the painting
Of my life ;
Be the moon
In the sky
Of my heart ;
Rise or set
Smiling or shining
Be there always ;
Your presence
Will keep me alive,
Play , sing and dance.
WITHOUT
The root of my love grows underground
Deeper and deeper ;
But utterly dull and boring
The basic instincts in me
And the sickness in the soul ;
My heart a room so dark and damp now ;
Feeling myself choked
In some unknown passage,
Grim and abysmal !
MIRAGE
What I feel , I can't see
What I see , I can't feel ;
Things look as mirage.
The dream and the fact
In between a big gap ;
And I do simply amaze.
They shine and outshine
With glitz and glamour ;
Stark realities outrage.
In an utter confusion
Life is lived and loved ;
Lost in its aura , I gaze.
WILTED
The farther away future
the better it does look ...
My passion hijacked into
the dark dungeon of time,,
Like a useless character
me set aside into a corner,,,
My feelings burning bright
in tune with my emotions
Straight from the heart
touching my indomitable spirit,,,
My mind tired of my thoughts
finds no asylum for a break,,,
My body ,a wilted petal, waits
for its final fall ahead of time,,,
As the darkness grabs me more
I’m unable to recognise mine.
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