Mystery Poem by Ratnakar Rout

I see in her a laughing doll
Her confident gaze
And ever-charming smile
Enthralls me as if two soft
Petals are tossing their head in the sweet breeze.

Many envy for her happiness and charm
As she is bestowed with good fortune
But I read often her very delicate to handle with
As she is drowned in her feelings
And like to sink into her breath.

A few nights intimacy
A few days roaming around hand in hand
And a few cups of tea shared together
Are not enough to study someone’s mind?
Which remains unfeasible for thousand of years.

The beauty of the sea mesmerizes the sight
But it is almost difficult to predict
What are inside?
When it blows
And crosses the shore
Endangers the lives of the millions
And submerges the adjoining civilization at times
When wakes up from its deep slumber violently.
But I see in it a benevolent creator
It helps in building the exquisite landmass like the offspring’s
And serves many generations.

But my perception varies
In spite of all her virtues
As an epitome of destruction
Can I unilaterally construe her?
My mind hunts to unearth the mystery.
How many mammoth seas are stored in her mind?
How many suns illumine her?
How many nights’ sleep is required for all the dreams?
And how many moons are needed to enlighten her with the beams of bliss?
A simple arithmetical sum or calculation
Is not enough to ease out the issue?
Thousand of inquisitive minds have searched
For the ages to uncover the treasure in the passage of time
And not succeeded yet to collect the marvel.


She is absorbed in her thoughts
When she smiles lovably
A mellifluous tune emanates
When she sinks in ecstasy in a heartfelt union
She is she for me, an untold story
But that is the clichés I listen always
She is she, an unread palm
Which I try to read all the time
But fail to understand the delicacy engraved
She remains as such having the cool and deciduous look
I am not really able to glance or mingle my sight
When my loneliness speaks to me
I listen the voice of my won in silence
I listen the songs of my breath
She laughs and laughs and narrates
How she consumes her sufferings
And rests them in her cap?

She is a difficult calculus, thus
Needs my deep attention and care
To work out and guess
I am not the lone one who transpires this view
There are many others
Desire to work over time whole life
To conquer the truth and ascertain the precision
And the endeavor still goes on
But what is the outcome?
What is the truth they intend to ascertain?
Is there any magician’s magic stick to do the wonder?

The nectar of smiles and the pain in weeping
When both appear similar on introspection
For which the Legendary Ram ran after
The golden deer knowing fully well
That he was running after a mirage
Does it bother someone who’s in a different mission?

Together staying full life under one roof
Having one hearth and one kitchen
Embracing each other during the days of
Sorrows and sufferings
Eating out each others’
Sweet, salt and sour
Though reminiscences remain at the last breath
Do the couples understand one another fully?

What is stored in side her?
What are her feelings?
Those let her free or bind her
What are her confusions?
What are her realizations and emotions?
Those engulf her completely the entire life
Not able to find out them
I am baffled and in a serious fix
Who can honestly tell that he has discovered the mystery?