Gracious Solitude

O darling!

The meadows are dancing

With singing grass

Your love as tune of guitar

Resounds beneath my heart.

I designed a space

With the albums of memories

Where the landscape never fades,

Grass always sings

With addicted bees

Where flowers never withers.

By gone is the loneliness

That never hurt me, Punch me

As you play the tune of love

With soothing rhymes.

I console myself

As you are a myriad

In my deserted life

Still I am searching

The water fountain

Though I know, it’s impossible one.

-Hemanta Kumar Pradhan

Heavenly Touch !

The day after Rakshya Bandhan, our Lecture suggested us to write on this occasion in a different angle, we agreed with that proposal by a big 'yes'. In the next class, he asked for the writeup, everyone gave their opinions with writeup but I failed to submit. sir said "sit down" in a unhappy manner. I sat and started writing on that subject, I wrote a poem instantly; within 15 minutes I finished the poem and gave to my lecture. He became happy and that appreciation made me cheer, you can also enjoy by reading the poem. Let's start................................

O! dear!
one Rakhi for me
at least!


My small beautiful doll
always haunting
in my soul
when will you come
to my small hut
with your childish smile
and
you make me as you're mine


Your innocent eye
with blinking spheres
of emotion,
your little hands
with a heavenly touch
of passion-
make me a lucky brother
as you bring the paradise
on my mental sphere.


But ! I'm the unlucky one!
my imagination
hurt me
when this moment arrive
with lots of love.

-Hemanta Kumar Pradhan

Wish u a Happy birthday !

This poem I had written for my dear friend on her birthday, which was posted through SMS.It's the first time I'd written a poem for my friend. The feedback was..................................what she has given leave it; now it's your turn...... -read the poem and give feed-backs.

When the city fall asleep
I wish you with
bunch of stars
when the cloud is silence
I greet you with handful of
dew drops
the nature greets you
with wee hours and friends.


The wailing moon
hiding his face
in the lap of dark,
fearing of defeat in front of you
gives him break.


I pray at god
for giving you
oceans of blessing
because of you're welcomed by the spring.


This morning
greets you
with the rising sun
we wish you
from the core of our heart
with our love and affection.


When you'll meet tomorrow
on your way
joy and exuberance may
decorate the day
wish you a happy birthday.

-Hemanta kumar Pradhan

My dear loneliness

Within the crowd

a person sometimes feels alone.

The heart wants

someone or something,

but he don't know why?

Fog appeared moonlit night,

red carved sunset

in the western sky,

the falling of dew drops

and roaring of sea shore,

the soothing air

in the chilly weather;

lone soul under the beautiful rain

and at the bank of hilly spring,

gazing towards pebbles rolling,

you feel mind blowing;

but again the question of

lonely soul........

why alone dear

I'm here.

-Hemanta Kumar Pradhan

Murmuring Sorrows

Mingling words coined with rude
mourning spices
of a disheartened dude,
how can he say
clouds are going to rain
desparities are blending
within core of his heart.
May shower of tear drops
will flow,through the oceans of eye.

(dreams are) faded dreams
of my thinking sphere
collided with the reality,as monster
injured every moment
in my subconscious mind.

Emberassing sorrows
embarking sadness
haunted me always
I don't know, when it will end..............

after my death !!!

ha.....! I've already died before
more than once.

-Hemanta Kumar Pradhan

To my dear teacher.............

when I was a child, my Maa taught me how to live in the world holding my little fingure, when Iwas a young boy, papa guided me how to survive in the world, but an esteemed person is teaching me to conqure the world. He s my dear teacher.

I've written a poem for Teacher's day ceremony and for the teachers. Here is that poem ....................

Sir,

you're showing us a new way

a creative ray

for our future.

when sorrowness comes with confusion

and we lose the way of mission

you're showing us the target pad

with smartness of a little bud.

sometimes, we create mistakes

you aware us,

you praise us

for a significant role in life;

you teach us.

We pray at God!

O! God!

give oceans of blessings

to our dear sir.

-Hemanta Kumar Pradhan

O,pretty pretty girl, I love you

In my Advertisement class(Mass Communication),our Prof. told us to write an advertisement copy for "I Love You", I deeply thought about this- what should I write for, my friend suggested me to write captions or quotations but when I started writing I wrote a poem. Atlast my friend said ok , but I felt it's not enough, so I hadn't submitted that.Here is that poem............

In the crowd

I feel alone

sometimes I feel

you're coming with me

in a lonely road.

Everywhere I see

you and you

painted in a unseen colour

of your mesmerising beauty

which no one can see

without me.

I don't know why ?

I meet you

in every step of my life

I do feel you

in every moment of my life.

I know you're far away from me

a long way to my dream

you're a void

in the midst of my arms

extending for you to embrace.

-Hemanta kumar pradhan

Autumn thoughts

Autumn is approaching
at my door!
but I can't come out
from my
filthy sorrows
for an intimate hug
with my dear dew drops!

my all windows are opened
but I'm closed
with some
certain boundaries
of commitment-

the soothing air touches me
kiss me
but I've no reaction
someone has taken my life
out of my body
with planting a bloody kiss
on me.

Hemanta Kumar Pradhan

starting the day with a smile

A boring life
after a long stress
needs a pious peace
of jingling ways

To melt the
filthy sorrows
and to meet the
glittering days

Try! just try my dear,
starting the day
with an eye glazing smile.

-Hemanta Kumar Pradhan