Bibaswan Maharana

Sometimes I pull my specs off  Just to punish my eyes.. They have learnt to recognize People by face and of course The heart  has issues with it..   I pacify my eyes somehow.. Without those scratched glasses Weak they turn... All they get in view are just  Colors mixed with  Some more colors..   I pull my specs off sometimes Just to see a blurred world And yes, far better than  the vision of real one..                                      -Bibaswan   This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License .

सफ़ेद हों अगर छाये बादल   तो सुहाना .....  काले बादल मंडलाये तो   मौसम ख़राब कहते हो .....  इंसानी फितरत छुपाये नहीं छुपती   रूह की चाहे कितने बाते करलो तुम   आज भी शुरू चेहरे से होते हो ..... This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License .

It was a serein and not a rain Covered, they slept Under the excuse of their inability To differentiate….. Selcouth psithurism gently brushed An elflock, which probably lacked an existence, or it might have been an irusu yet the scarlet of aurora was faded it was time for everything to be alive and liveliness was not there in the air.. the reward of me waking up amidst a sleeping world was nothing but oneirataxia a fernweh embraced me hiding in the mask of anthrophobia novaturient in my decisions vividly encouraged by akrasia.. I was then a wayfarer with coddiwomple Something somewhere, in some corner was waiting for me to give it the name of trouvaille   and also the reason which made me a noceur was waiting for me to whelve it …. I don’t know if they would Ever come searching for me Or if they would simply forget It was going to be uncertain, I had to absquatulate..   This work is licensed under a Creative Commons ...

तेज किरणों को घटा घेर आयी थी   मानो एक काली छाया फिर छायी थी   जननी के सीने मे दर्द किया चिंगारी थी   भाई के आसूं मे भड़की अग्नि थी   बाप के चेहरे पे छायी डर अनजानी थी   बेटी उसकी हाय लहू मे जो सनी थी   दरिंदे मिल उसके जिस्म मे लूट मचाई थी   हैवानो ने गर्भ उसकी चीर रखी थी   होठों से मधुर वाक्य बोला करती थी   शुष्क   पंखुड़ी सी कहीं सुखी पडी थी   कलाई मे जो उसकी कभी चुडिया सजनी थी   रौंध दी गई थी सुईओ से अब उनसे खून चढ़ानी थी   वो चीख रही थी चिल्ला रही थी   पूरी क्षमता से अपनी वो छटपटा रही थी   वो बहन मेरी खून किया आंसू रो रही थी   पीछे पड़े भेडियो के बच कर भाग रही थी   कोमल पाओ कि चमड़ी उसकी उधड रही थी   दर्द उसकी देख समाज ,  वो अपनी बेबसी मे डूबी थी ...  लिबास उसकी इत्र के महक से महकती थी   हैवानो के चारे के लिए टु...

Rain had stopped by then... An empty sky hinted   The earth to do it's part.. To complete the spell With a petrichor... Possessed by which.. Your city would sleep.. And again in silence   I would leave.. For yet another place.. Just to spend a day... And again to leave  Long before the aurora  Paints the night in scarlet.. With ethereal rays.. Asking me reason of leaving And wouldn't have believed The only answer I always had A jouska with someone I knew.. And oh dear life you didn't.. As the one was never in you... I have visited every city  You had ever tried to build for me... And today o life  You ask me why I never stayed  In anyone of them? This moment now knocks my door  It has come with an answer.. Yeah... Epiphany is the reason.. The reason you ask for  The reason of me playing a wayfarer... Epiphany telling me ... If I stay ... How would I ever cherish  ...

BY- BIBASWAN MAHARANA In this world full of sane people there was a street, well known for an insane one. That road took me to my destination every day. For a psychologist of 27, unmarried there was never any reason to reach home early. I was new to that city. And yes, even psychologists do feel lonely. But much to my delight I had got a case to study. A case which was never enrolled in any hospital. A case that roamed around in the city just like hundred others. Everyday while coming back from the hospital I would pack my food from a biriyani stall. Again, it’s just a lie that bachelors cook. On my way I would see him strolling here and there with his mental disorder just like a child does with his/her favorite doll. Then one day I decided to pack two food packets, one for me and the other one for him. My bike slowed down and seeing me get off it, he came to me. Didn’t ask for anything just looked at me, actually staring is the word for it. “What’s your name?” I asked. “umm... B...

                                                                            -BY BIBASWAN MAHARANA Disappointment was engulfing him just like dark clouds engulf a white sky. Umm .. what next .. rain? Yeah next is rain. On one side it was rain of water and on the other side it was of broken expectations. Well what do we do when it rains? We can open an umbrella and protect ourselves or we can just accept the rain as it is and get soaked. Akshit too wanted to open the umbrella, but he could not find it. Naina knew where it was but she stayed silent. For him, a long conversation was meeting an end. Everything was just ...