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Poems By Poet Ratnakar Rout  9/20/2014 11:01:33 PM
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  RATNAKAR ROUT (28th August 1961)

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I suspect whether I am alive or dead
At times, I feel, I am dead, at times alive
I live alike the three monkeys of Mahatma
Since long, I have closed my eyes
I have willfully made myself deaf and dumb too
At present, I don’t see, I don’t listen and I don’t speak
But I live and move as usual but don’t react
To the incidents happening around me
I watch, even immovable plants react to the external stimuli
But I don’t since; I have lost my will to react,
To show interest in things
And differentiate between good or bad
As I am almost compelled to look after my own affairs only
By no one in particular but the prevailing social condition
Wherein I live presently has made me confined
Like a tortoise, I am very calculative in my own movement
I crawl when I find a pasture land
And withdraw me at once when I encounter danger
On the face of an obstacle which puts hindrance ahead
I hide me in my own shell and snore calmly
As long as the impediments appear insurmountable
I am not bothered if my fellow citizens are in deep trouble
Over the years, I have withdrawn myself to my own domain
Every one should know that I am a lonesome, isolated
Detached and highly self-centered modern man Living
With you all in this first decade of the twenty first century
When everything mundane is available
At my door step to cater to my avid needs
Still, I am shivering in fear,
Shedding my tear now and then in seclusion
I have many unfulfilled desire to run after
In spite of that I have absolutely have no reaction
In any matter what so ever the situation becomes
Hue and cry, outside of me in the world,
Has almost restrained me in a self designed shield
Wherein, though I am visible alive clinically
But I am almost dead mentally, you can find me
Only my mortal body moves
From one end of the armor to the other
But it behaves mechanically as a robot
Being completely empty and vacuum
In absence of any consciousness
And in lacking the power of consideration
Now I live in it and move
Like a dead man walking in an abandoned castle.
Ratnakar Rout




They were bought from the market
Like cattle, dogs, horses, cats
And other domesticated animals
But unlike them they were not the pets
But used like commodities
They were caged, used, exploited, and tortured brutally
And cautioned not to react but to remain mute all the time
As if they were born to serve and tolerate all oppressions
They did the same as asked for the ages
And lived the lives not better than any prisoner
In any of the erstwhile concentration camps
Raised by the dictatorial rulers
They were the slaves, the aborigines of Africa
The land of God, heaven of the primitive and undeveloped people
They were the tool of mockery and caricature
And used for ape-dancing in elite parties
And were dieing uncared, unnourished, half fed
With fatal ailments in unhygienic dungeons
Even worse than the cowsheds
And were perishing like worms and insects
But the time is not cruel as human beings
It behaves fare with everyone
Before the volcano erupts it gathers mass
And momentum underneath
They were bearing all heinous atrocities on them
And grounded themselves firmly on the alien land at the same time
Like the uprooted seedlings planted elsewhere
Encounters the initial hiccups to get acclimatized
Adapting to the foreign soil
The seeds sown over the years, appeared to be lost in the oblivion
Sprouted proudly on the passage of time
The germination conveyed a message to the world
That a transformation is up-coming
It signaled the change of the world order
The order set by a few and thought of as sacrosanct
From which they derive perennial source of power
And rule over the under privileged and impoverished people across the globe
Gone are those days when upsurges here there
Protest and revolt were the order of the day
The unbending incessant struggle
Of the oppressed against the protagonists of racial discrimination
Have shaken their backbone and what ever as relics are left
Become the breeding ground for the reactionaries
In over coming all challenges the changes have occurred
And the torch bearer of the change has become
The symbol of emancipation of millions and millions
He is the hope of new age of the mankind
And the messenger of peace and non violence
He is one of the fortunate ancestors of countless
Un-fortunate aborigines who had toiled hard over the years
To root into the strange land
He ascended to the throne and lit an indomitable candle
To bring about a change for the humanity
With olive branches in his hand
And two doves one each on his right and left shoulders
He is moving towards the sun rise chanting “Chareibati Chareibati”
Still miles and miles of wild path is ahead of him to cover
And to see the age old darkness is wiped out at the new dawn.
Ratnakar Rout




For last couple of days
I have an impetus to ponder over
Peculiar obsession.
Any one questions me or not
I intend to express my intention.

What is that?
I am allowed to be alone
Where there is silence all around.
I would plunge into deep penance
And listen to the whispers
Of the loneliness and the voice of silence.

I shall realize the echo of
My heart and what is in me
In my conscious, sub-conscious
And unconscious self
And to read me
Who am I?
And am endowed with what
To unfurl the petals after petals
Of my heart
I would prefer dark to light
I know light camouflages one
With gala and etiquette
To manifest the hypocritical
Civilization and its mundane ideology

Darkness eats away all artifice
It encourages and impels one
To relax the swinging tentacles
Like an emancipated reptile
When he reads himself bit by bit in silence?
Ratnakar Rout




I am not what I am
I am not who I am, as I am known to the world
I am not attached to any material body
Still I rest in it for a while
I have no physical identity
But the name is given to my body.

As I am not known by that perpetually
I do not identify with the fragile body
Thus, I am ignorant of my real identity
I am a formless entity, I know
And appear like a transparent glow
Who can conjoin with it?
That one realizes in deep penance
Drifting it away from the perishable body

I have limited options
Like a pen drive I carry
All the messages encoded in it
Over the ages from birth to birth, in an endless journey
As I am not independent of my ‘Karma’
That is my deeds in different births
When I enter in to a body
I carry the seeds of past ‘Karma’ with me
The moment I land up in a body
The seeds already sown earlier start sprouting
And the plant bears the fruits as such
Which I have to endure, appropriate and pass through
I am bound by my deeds
And ought to enjoy its fruits either good or bad

But I am independent of the physical body and life, I live
I am bit selfish as long as the body behaves
As the sole carrier of mine in the visible world
And remain fit to sustain me; I continue to stay in it.
Make it an abode and dwell in the temple of the body.
When it moves towards its end and appears perishing
I coolly leave it and watch its dissolution from a distance,
Visualize its departure and decay
Its deplorable end, expiry and fragility
Be a witness to its last rites,
Its unification with ‘Panchabhuta’
And the distressed condition of its near and dear ones
I change the body like old worn out cloth
Ordinarily I do not make any choice of the body
Like wind I usually take the shape of the container
But at times the shape and size,
The look and appearance of the previous body
Are reflected in the current structure

I dwell in the body to act
Being independent of any worldly attachment
But the actions are according to the feelings
And events imprinted in the consciousness during the other life
Those had happened with the body in the previous births
Though, I am an onlooker to all such happenings
All along I am indifferent to them
To get me free from ‘Karma’,
The cycle of life and death and to liberate me
This body is my means to reach at my goal.

Time fragments created by men hinders
The perception of time
I am timeless and present eternally
When there is feeling and emotion I appear in a form
Take a shape and move when there is absolute
Vacuum and blank everywhere
Still I am present in nothingness
I contain the universe in me
I am not confined, I can move wherever I like
As I have no boundary I am omnipresent
Omnipotent and omniscient

I am neither a caste nor a creed, nor belong to any
Religion or any particular race or group
I am well within everybody and all are within me
No dichotomy, no discrimination, no difference
I contain all the data of the universe
When I am liberated from the body, cleansing of
All the attachments through self realization
When again I desire to come back with a form
I rest on my consciousness and it is built up
By my deeds like the super structure
Of a building is built in bricks
It requires deep devotion and meditation
Through which I wish to erase all the data
And make the pen drive clean
If I continue with the attachments further
The consciousness carries data from one form to another form
And they are the seeds of all confusion and suffering.
As I have no beginning or end
I have created the concept of time
And I have given it a name.

Time expires, time ends as it appears
But I continue here and continue
Till the end and even after the end
At times I contradict my own assumption
Does time expire? Does time end?
Time is my creation. Time never rests
It moves, moves and moves on
It is perpetual as I am
Time never stops, time never flees
I stay with the time, move with it
I am time, time is me, and time is mine
Time has no fragmentation
Time has no compartmentalization
It is not subject to any division
Time has no past, no present, and no future
It revolves, it repeats, it reappears
It mingles at a point, converges there
And emanates as and when required
As if from there it only evolves and spreads.

Time move is a perception that the people in this
Virtual world perceive & conceptualize
May it be the greatest ignorance?
When every thing moves with the time
How could time rest, stay unmoved?
I am the seed, the real seed. I germinate,
I grow the foliage, I blossom, and I bear the fruit.
I exist when there is physical presence of some
Or existence of no body at all
I am grounded firmly in vacuum.
My place is the limitless space spread everywhere
I only conjoin with ‘HIM’
Who is the sole authority of this endless kingdom?
When ‘HE’ embraces, all my moves stop automatically
And I contain in HIM and everything becomes
Cool, calm, serene and adorable
There I am liberated and I achieve salvation.

I am neither young nor old
I have no age, nor am I bound by time
I am perennial. I never die nor live. I am immortal.
I am neither a king nor a subject.
I am neither an oppressed nor an oppressor.
This time I am a shepherd
The next time I may be a prince or a ruler
I am neither a criminal nor a philanthropist
I am neither a saint nor a servant, I am
Neither a monk nor a weird, I am what I am
I am a director, I only organize how a drama
For which some one is attached to be enacted.
I am the regulator, the prompter behind the curtain

Things come and go, I see. But I never depart
I am here since the time immemorial
I am nameless. But I contain all the names
Whenever I wish, I can take a name
And be known by that name
I am penniless, but at the same time
I possess all the wealth
This day I am a Fakir, the other day
I can become a millionaire
At the moment I am a poet, the other day
I can become a heartless dictator
I can become any thing any day I wish to.
For me, there is no frontier,
No boundary, no passport or visa.
I can swim, I can fly, I can walk, and I can float,
And I can do what I intend to do
I am what I am; I am here since the inception,
I shall be here till the end
I am soil, I am fire, I am wind,
I am ego and I am the desire, you know

I am what I am; I am what you are too
You and I are the same
I do not want to take anything from anyone
As I am already filled in
I eagerly aspire to share peace, love and affection
Remember, I am not the body but I drive the same
I am a perennial flow, I am an eternal glow, the ‘OM’, OH Me.
Ratnakar Rout

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