22 Apr 2013

#6 Devils of life

Devils of life

Grandpa was being questioned by
His curious grandchildren enquiring

What, where, how, when and why?
Grandpa always had the method
To lower children’s mental load.

This time he would not narrate
Fictious stories which indicate
Some special thoughts or morals
Because for teens, he thought,
Knowledge of art of living was must.

So he must pick instances from
Real life situations to make them
Come out of their world of fantasy
And imagination.

Looking into the eager eyes of children
Grandpa started his tale by asking them
What would they mean by”Devils of Life”.
Puzzled children wondered about its type.

Among the group of size aged from 9-14
A hand rose up after 5 minutes
Of creasing brows and deep silence.
On getting chance, the boy related
It to the enemies of person.

Grandpa quite easily accepted
Children’s perception of connecting
To materialistic world.
That child got appreciated
Because of the answer he provided.

“Devil is destructive in nature.
One who seeks his pleasure in destruction,
In any or all forms of his actions.
Like any ideal story teller, he paused
To check children’s interest in the topic.
Children exclaimed it to be interesting
Because they had never heard
Anything like this before.

Quite contendent with the topic chosen,
Followed by a short pause, then began
Calling negativities of thought and qualities
Such as fear, greed, anger and haste

Very amazed by the noble
Way of presentation
Children now started to listen
With a lot of interest and devotion
So that they do not miss
Even a single word of wisdom.

“How can the qualities be like devil?”
Grandpa’s question thrown.
Not a single lip motioned.
Grandpa-“Very simple to answer!!”
These are internal evils
Without any physical form.

“It works the way exactly like devils
Corroding our abilities day by day.
Do you have anything to say?”
“Ah! We are getting what
You want to convey.”
“Can we ever get rid of these?”

“Of course you can
If you always keep your mind in peace.
Always engage yourself in meaningful works
Lest your life should go in dark.”

“Remember! Karma is above all!!
Pure intentions prevent you from fall.
No ill thoughts for others
And no room for silly gossips
Prepare yourself to face the massive.

Befriend with courage and truth
To win over these.
Forget and forgive should be your notion
To fight with these with strength and caution.

As you sow, so shall you reap.
You get what you do
Because life is a mirror
Live each moment with vigor and not with terror.”

Grandpa’s heart got filled with pleasure
For having been successful
In inculcating the values
In the young minds and
To help them being cheerful.


This is the longest poem I’ve ever composed.

-Swati Sarangi

13 Apr 2013

#5 Woman Power

Woman Power

She is the power on the field
Whose hard toil yields
Both a source of livelihood
And a sense of satisfaction.

She realizes her potential
Which is unbiased by gender discrimination.
She is driven by self belief
And is supported by unfathomable determination.

Yes, she is the mistress of households.
Please all behold.
With immense courage she lifts herself up
For the task most tough.

Each drop of sweat in her forehead
Is a symbol of her passion
Which can never shatter her
Spirit of driving away commotions.

She draws inspiration from
The animals grazing in the field
Which run where she directs
Like herself by that supreme power

Never ever suppressed by
The responsibilities which she can bear.
This is the quality for which
She is most admired.

Edit:3rd prize in spot poetry competition, Anweshan 2k13 

-Swati Sarangi

10 Apr 2013

#4 Recalling those moments

Recalling those Moments

When I reflect upon my past
Which were those moments,
That would make me rapt?
Will I get nostalgic or emotional

For those moment’s transient pass?
I always enjoyed amidst the turbulences
Because I looked out for that secret silence
That often peeped into the noise.
The companion was myself
And of course my friend’s silliness.

Hunger for knowledge has always

Been my mind’s treat,
This seemed most attractive
This has led me to walk on a path
Without predicting its end.

There were some moments
Those made me cry.
For now those have turned into sweet pies
Cause the effects were unforgettable.

Can’t wash away those moments,
Quite large in numbers
Whose slight recollection always
Bring happiness over my tears.

Present is a past of future.
The moments, yet to be enjoyed
Will soon fade into past
Due to the flow of time

I’m trying to lock or  trap
Some of the present moments
That will very soon get transformed
Into the past to be recalled.

What about those moments
To come across in future?
Hoping to embrace and invite those
With zeal but not with fear.

-swati sarangi