Ramakrushna Sahu

Ramakrushna Sahu Poems

In the sunlight of a winter morning
In the late moonlit night of summer
On the bank of a still lake
under a clean autumn sky
...

We all are alloted a death cell
Of flesh and blood and bones
To take birth in the prison
And the pleasure we need
...

Tearing apart the womb ofdarkness
A child of blood red was born,
Without any signs of labour
On the mother's face
...

Yes, a wound is there
In the middle of the heart's delight
Like the face of a sleeping volcano
Yes, a wound is there
...

The sun rises only in dreams
With its golden vigour
Sometimes also the moon
Raining with its silver smile
...

From far far away
Breaking the blockade of noise
On the path of silence
A call of a bird is diving deep
...

It was in vain
We tried to introduced each other
Tried to come closer
To fill the gap that silence engulfed
...

In the endless blue
The beauty of fireworks exhibited
There smiled a sparkle of red
The future of earth born unnoticed
...

Kill me if you like
If my blood cool down your thirst
But it is just killing yourself
If I am finished.
...

We are still not born
Our faces are still buried
in darkness unknown
Though we have painted
...

11.

Let me listen the songs
Of those who called me friend
And the snarling of those
Who called me enemy
...

Once, these eyes were shading
Dops of green blood
And in each drop was sprouting
A flower of love
...

All those faces painted by sunlight
Are but a dream
Rising out of darkness and
Again setting into the night.
...

Neither the sun rises
Nor it sets
Only when I turn back
The ignorance engulfs my eye
...

No, the path is not lost
We are just held back
By the music of the river
And by the cool silence
...

The shadows are spreading
Their wings of darkness
Painted with the colours of
unreachable dreams
...

Though you couldn't hear me
Here and now
Neither in the past
Nor even in the future
...

I am the root coiled below you
Seems to be asleep but aware
To support you to stand
And grow into a tree of
...

19.

How far is the light
Seen so close and clear in a dream
Why it is seen
When the eyes are closed
...

20.

Many a times
We have met each other
Perhaps in the horizons of
Some other unknown worlds
...

Ramakrushna Sahu Biography

Master degree in literature (Odiya) .Poet and writer. lover of philosophy. An explorer of truth of life and the existence.)

The Best Poem Of Ramakrushna Sahu

Nature's Call

In the sunlight of a winter morning
In the late moonlit night of summer
On the bank of a still lake
under a clean autumn sky
Standing on silent green hilltop
Enjoying snowcapped heads
Of mountains on the horizon
I feel myself blessed
As a son of the Nature

The sons of earth
Are not so ugly as they seem
Playing dirty games in darkness,
Perhaps they have not yet heard
The motherly call of Nature
To be a living part of it

Blessed are those
Whose faces resemble the sky
And the eyes resemble the sea
The heads those of hills
And the body the earth with fertility

They are the sons worth calling
Those who inherit the beauty
And the love for giving
In return desire to get nothing

Ramakrushna Sahu Comments

Kelly Kurt 17 March 2016

I have yet to read his poetry, but his quotes speak of a thoughtful mind

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Ramakrushna Sahu Quotes

Poetry does not speak out truth but keep it secret. It does not serve but inspire to explore. It is not the form but the essence, the fragrance of an unseen flower.  **  Poetry is born not out of mere thoughts and words but of living the reality from moment to moment. Life lived in any external medium is but a life of corpse.

Poetry exists prior to the poet. It descends through the human mind and a poet is born. Poets come and go but poetry remains for ever. Poetry comes when the poet is absent, because poetry is not a making but a happening.

Poetry is a children's game played in adulthood. There is neither defeat nor victory, neither reward nor punishment in it. It is so delicate a game that one should not be tricky, clever and cunning to play foul. One must be sincere, simple and honestly playful like children while writing poetry.

A poet is neither an individual nor a member of any group or institution. He is one among all and must be one among all not verbally but actually.

A true poet dose not writes poetry but waits in deepest love for the poetry to be written through him.

Art is an escape from unbearable lightness and silence of being.

A poet like a seer must know what truth is and yet like a saint remain a child in heart.

Creation is not a making of something out of nothing or other, but a self-projection of the creator. Creation is not a making but a becoming.

Creativity is not limited to actions like art and literature only. It is creating life, leading it towards its perfection and freedom and an existence of unconditional bliss.

Literature is a sacrifice of life, not for self but for others. When it becomes a self-glorification it is suicide.  

Real pleasure is the result of creativity, which is not in acquiring the external world but in expressing the inner world. In acquiring you become imprisoned and in expressing you become liberated.

 To be creative is to be violent. Thought which is word is violence. There is life in dying. In killing is creation. Where there is total silence there is no action and no violence.

The colour of poetry is not that of the stark sunlight but of a rainbow, which is a reflection of sunlight. In poetry truth is not discovered but enclosed in colours for the readers to explore.

Poetry is not simply expressing thoughts in words. It is expressing feelings in a structure of words that becomes a reality in itself. This poetic reality is treated a greater truth than the physical existence.

Authority is not love, humility is. Becoming is not love, dissolution is.

Any psychological accumulation gives birth to the ‘me' which acts as a mirror. The image on the mirror is not the truth.

All doors of learning are closed when one thinks that he knows. All opinions and conclusions are like stagnant water that soon stinks. Do not round up truth before going through it, before realization.

All psychological problems are a disease. It cannot be cured by escaping through art, philosophy and religion but by proper treatment. It must be faced, observed and its truth be discovered.

A life with check and balance is a life chained. It must flow like water and blow like air.

All things, animate or inanimate are one indivisible existence of the one Self. When this truth is realized by the individual in every part of his being he becomes liberated from the Ego.

Attachment to any place, person, thing or idea puts a check to the free flow of life. Like stored water it then gets polluted and stinks.

All those so called gods dwelling in temples, books and in the fancy of human mind must die for God in man to survive. Those images have already done a great harm to humanity.

An animal cares for its own self, an ordinary man for his family, a conscious one for the society and a man of wisdom for the whole world. Let's know where we stand.

An animal cares for its own self, an ordinary man for his family, a conscious one for the society and a man of wisdom for the whole world. Let's know where we stand.

Aloneness is the necessary condition of spirituality, which means to have psychological freedom from all relationship, ideas, beliefs, knowledge and attachment. Freedom is only when there is no ‘me' and ‘mine'.

A prayer is not an intentional utterance of words written, but a love expressed spontaneously without a motive, either in the form of tears or words.

All problems of man are the projection of the mind. Mind can be set right not by external means but by proper understanding of its truth and problems.

A leaf of grass, a flower, a singing bird, a running river, a pair of eyes in love, a drop of tears and above all silence of the mind speak more than what words speak.

Always stay with or without but not within the body. It is like a death cell for the consciousness that is infinite and eternal by nature. Use this body only as an instrument necessary for world existence.

A poor man who does not feel his poverty is in fact a rich man and on the other hand a rich man who suffers from poverty is a poor man.

All life is journey of self, passing through all pain and pleasure of the path, an involution from and evolution to its source of infinite and eternal existence. All life, therefore, is spiritual, all life is Yoga. It is not an opposite path to the life natural.

All great constructions pass through a series of minor destruct ions. As delight of living, so also suffering is a necessary tool for evolution of life. Suffering in relation to whole truth becomes meaningful, otherwise seems horrible.

A successful death is that when one dies without desires. One becomes free from desire only when one is able to see and understand what desire is to make it meaningless.

A life to be whole and complete must be receptive and must include all, both the thing and the nothing, the time and timeless and it is possible only when mind is completely still, silent with infinite space and yet fully aware and attentive.

All is one though we are created with a difference. All our actions, small or big, therefore, should be to move towards that end.

As blue is the color of the sea, so Ananda (bliss) is the essence of life. As bottled sea water loses its original color, so also embodied consciousness loses its Ananda.

A question, if not thought but genuine and spontaneous, is a symbol of truth within, trying to come out of its own accord. Do not allow the mind or others to form an answer for it. Wait calm, quiet and still for the answer to come out as the eruption of a volcano.

All actions at peripheries which are mental and worldly are imperfect, incomplete and for petty results. But actions from the centre which are of consciousness and total awareness are perfect and include solution to all existential problems. You cannot act from the centre unless and until all actions at the peripheries are stopped.

All creative paths are a journey meant for the expansion of consciousness leading towards perfection of life. That is what spirituality is. If there is no gradual expansion of consciousness, then it means that it is a false movement having no creativity in it.

Accept not what is said for you, but against you. Bother not for what is said, but why said.

At best the only truth man can know that he cannot know the truth and can only express his ignorance through art, literature, philosophy, religion etc. That is what man has done so far.

Art is a luxurious dish of a privileged class where human suffering is cooked and served as multi-coloured pleasure.

A rain drop falling on earth is soaked and lost, but falling on sea becomes it. So happens with us in trying to be something that we are not.

All thinking is conditional. Truth, love, freedom are beyond the power of thought.

All actions of the mind are just a reaction with a motive and therefore there is no action. When the mind is completely still and silent there is action, love and creation

A man is that what the mind includes. One can become infinite and eternal if the mind has capacity to include infinity and eternity.

A personal God is nothing but the truth outlined. Because we are encircled, so it becomes easy to reach an encircled truth.

As a rippled surface of water cannot reflect the sky, so a thinking and searching mind cannot reflect truth. Only in a silent mind truth is reflected.

All institutions, even spiritual or religious, though behave as paths are but jails. They have only inlets but no outlets.

All is an expression of love and can be saved by love alone. Love is a state of expression where you are in all and all in you. Nothing is of any value without its presence.

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