Bismay Mohanty

  Do you pulsate at the thoughts entering your knack? Like a volcano waiting to be full to it's neck. Afraid to ideate even little with demons ready for celebration Pushing off the edge, after all Suicide doesn't kill like cerebration.

  Dreamland Floating on a mist of love embracing the skin In a home from which far I had been My eyes are closed and yet I see all Travelers celebrating after death in the yawl.   There is a world far away from here Where anything you do, people cheer No boundaries anywhere as we can read hearts Of each other, and without saying convo starts.   It’s a land of dreamers – Dreamland it is called Where love doesn’t need poetries or words scrawled We dreamers connect through music within As shown in movies as the union of two souls begin.   Here, in Dreamland only those are allowed the who dream Anything is fine, but dreaming is a must, with or without a theme A kind of home where I always wanted to be at Something which mortal life prohibits from building or making that.   Monday morning, and back to Reality The compelling need for survival is back in all totality The next tour to Dreamland is again five days far away; ...

Snoring amidst the traffic Deaf to the honking cars Dreaming of home In a far far land Where greenery witnesses all And not tall buildings With forcefully existing people Together in rooms to save costs. A pat recieved on the back Denoting the stop has arrived IT guy running from his dreams Straight to a laptop, under bright lights. Sleep didn't come to him last night Roommate was talking to his beloved on call He sips in free machine coffee Hour on hour without a count. Because he knows traffic will rise His half workplace is in the bus Before or after covid, He never had lunch or dinner with family. At office too, in canteen it's all faces Avoiding socialising so that They can get back to work. Returning to his room, He falls asleep With or without food And he dreams. Waterfalls and mountains All those places on his laptop's wallpaper He saves extensively for that One time of the year Where he fulfills his dreams That too ends in despair  Where he knows There is an end to...

                 Everyone is aware and yet all are drugged A substantial expenditure on weekend In alcohol of illusion, falsity and lies. There are simple disinterests I possess Can I not travel near and far anytime? I am just twenty-five. It has happened quite some time That conversations meant to continue Never happened again due to death. The desires in me rest deep For they know they die young. All the excitement behind new beginnings New city, new car, new house, new love Are farces known to fade soon. There is no chance to move to a city far To friends and relatives who don’t inspire. Those who find beer more affordable Than books and discussions available. I am a lover of God And all performances of his music The tranquil sky, the chaste weather, Everything that might not feed me. But I have my home And the chance to serve my parents While they still live And not mourn over lost time...

  It’s been a really long time since I wrote my last blog. The gap reasonably is the outcome of acknowledging knowledge in various forms, thus leaving no time to share anything that’s not already known to the world. Ignorance occurs at all levels but as I went further deep to explore the powers of the mind and the Universe, it was guilt and shame that had consumed me by showing my position. Even though many around me are unaware of the powers of the subconscious, that would render me as a one-eyed man in the village of the blind. However, it doesn’t change the truth that there are people outside this village with both eyes. And in higher planetary realms, the God himself lives with infinite eyes. In a gradual manner, I will guide you through this article about my actions and the inspirations behind them, which have the potential to give you a solution to your problems.   I never pick up the phone Amazon and Flipkart delivery executives are familiar with my schedule and...

Once upon a time, A random person spat on the Buddha. Buddha showed no reaction Rather calmed his angry disciple even And thanked the man who spat, said “Please come and spit whenever you feel like”.   Maya came to my life similarly Smiling and blushing and acting First, she took all that was needed To win the trust that she loves me. The next moment, I was crying over a toy That was supposed to be the world for me And I made the mistake of sharing it.   Once and again, Maya comes in front When life goes all smooth And I write another poetry like this one That everyone except her read Because she is busy in her duty Of testing people who are delicate.   The Buddha was yet to come out of me I was sitting at a vegan restaurant today As I had my cap on and also my hoodie Peeped a bit to see Maya in the view And she constantly looked back It was me who was there – a youth in love. She did her usual acting of liking him...