Nivedita Patnaik

Love they say is beautiful,
the romance in moon-lit nights
the heart of lovers beating against eachother...
Love comes silently,
...

End is beginning
its kind of circle
gyrating in mindless motion
lost the symphony....
...

Rustling in the soft breeze
fluttering her leaves she stands
my golden shower....
Yellow and gold,
...

Lives apart we stay together...
opinions different we stick around each other..
hardly do we share our thoughts...
seldom do we talk...
...

With each failure
comes a triumph
a victory of winning the loss
with each sorrow
...

Jesus, Madonna
Allah, Jehova, Buddha,
Vishnu, Shiva, Durga, Kali...
they sound the same...
...

Karma...keeps coming back
incorrigible...obstinate...
resonance of a past life...
knotted complications....presently...
...

12-Myriads of memories gushing
ashore...holding on to them
sleazy...they wash away...
damp as a freshly - paused sob
...

Empty eyes... express just one emotion
The throne of heart empty... waits silently
seat of soul is vacant
falling into the trap of darkness
...

Walking on the path,
tirelessly wooing her,
effortlessly she slips away,
...

Double crossed by fate
the symphony strayed
slumping...declining...sinking...sagging...
gashed... tumbling into the abyss
...

On the shores it seems calm
yet the inside longs to gush
to touch the sands on the shore
culminating emotions find a vent through muse
...

Silently l listen to the rhapsody of stillness...
at the midnight hours..
the unnerving effect of tranquil thoughts
fills me with delightful joy...
...

Deep down somewhere
in the corner of my heart
sits a frightened child...
unable to get out...
...

Shimmering down the memory lanes

You I remember with love
...

Ripples remind me of a tangible life
Reminiscence of the cherished moments
Fills the inner-most part with solemn-acceptance
This too shall pass...
...

You ask me to be friends again..
our relations have been dampened...
trust, once breached never is restored...
its knotty-complications is a wound now...
...

Unknown faces look at me
I search you among them..
you went away that day
without a word,
...

Soothing as the south-east wind
healing as a balm,
young as youth can be,
you came into my life...
...

Difficult to fathom the pain of a bleeding heart...
difficult it is to console...
language of spoken words can further damage...
silently wait for the ripe time...
...