Biography of Deb Panda
I am DEBADARSHI PANDA, born in a remote, rural village of KEONJHAR, ODISHA.
I had my primary education in my village school, secondary in a nearby school of my village.
My secondary school, teachers played a significant part in the evolution of poetry so as my early life. All my teachers are the constant source of inspiration for me in all my pursuit, especially teachers of LITERATURE, MATHEMATICS.
I do believe it is the eternal truth; the thoughts wear the dress through a sensitive heart only for the endless blessings of my great teachers till today I met.
I feel amazed at any piece writing I complete, that how could I write. It may be intangible, yet vividly in my thought I only pray them. At every step I felt their blessings guiding me. I must offer my prayer to them, heartiest bowing…
The words spell a magic when the true intense beats match your heart. Words leave an indelible impression, lifeline for the tumultuous life. I ventured into this land in my thoughts long before they were materialized, there beauty felt in words. They are the pivotal stature in my journey, to let the thoughts fly above the clouds as eagle. They surely rekindle the spirit of humanity; profess the ideal to through light on the path to lead. The nature has always inspired so as the circumstances, dearth of idealism, to write and evolve, to percolate the message of this blissful creation, of the greatest teacher for learning. The more I have tried to unleash; more I have been enshrouded, every time many things have left. I firmly believe that’s life; the next one is always the best one, brimmed with optimism, endless possibilities. It is all what life has taught till today…
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Deb Panda Poems
Oh’Muse! You appear at this cross- Upon the rising flame of earthen lamp Lighted- in my evening prayer,
A Summer Afternoon Rain
Oh’ Muse! High from the highest ranges! Your smile hails with respite- Stealing this fervent memories weary band-
My Mother they call- Fortunate is mine to be blessed- to be prized for the struggle, that melts into sweet harmony -
Oh Muse! Come With The Shower Of Bliss
Oh Muse! When this heart is heavy restless journey halts, In fiery spring sun, to darkness-
Songs Of A Bridal Robe
Sing this beauty; pause not- For it will fade after its plot, Harshly; in rough passage- Gets weaved in glorious beauty.
A Voice, I Listen In Resilience ...
Rued! This soul didn't fade; Questioning; the despaired fortune -foul! And wonder? may not this deserve- To listen; upon resilience, upon my soul.
A Thought Captured In Her Eyes
A thought descended over, Her; Lustrous Eyes; brimmed with dreams, To ascent over Her Childish Smile- Unknown! Fear - prejudice of his cycle.
Dreams & Nights -Unvoiced
All these beats pass by- Dreams; the nights elude my sleep- With your childish smile, calm demeanour- Asleep- to set out; my trip-
She asked to a puzzled cloud, To foresee where it would fall - After wandering miles and miles - And hence, weary for another trail.
An Evening Spirit Stuck, Down Hillsides
Words: beats- elude my heart- In a gloom- stuck evening spirit far, Reminds the beauty -hillsides plot; Whose smile emptied- with thoughts;
When We Shall Meet Again-
We shall again, raise to the childish Sun- In adorned courtyard of yesteryear With fading memoirs of all tears, We shall meet-whistling meadows, midway summer!
A Thought Of Yours
How pleased is a thought of yours, It was only the nice gestures - I remember-as a fastening stream, Of a flood, that outflows the bank.
Belonged to a space of galaxies- I could rarely dreamt of- With this tiny heart to face, To all richest treasure and hope.
Hail This With Pride
Obsolete! Bury those Pride fallible In the stately stream; holding my thoughts, Profound! Humanity in its childish sigh; Bury not! Pains prized from greats.
No More Within Us
Question a world is no more -
Within us to incline, still be?
Universe we never succeed to,
And be sought; pasted to walk -last.
Slush and stray turned a cottage-
With bloomed yet to be or not?
And the proudly lights the lamp of age-
And hence unuttered, flutter that rules?
‘No to reward’ and know the award sterile-