THE LITTLE CHAMBER...... There's a hope growing in, The heart tender and clear, There's the sun rising high, For obstacles it didn't fear. Growing high as it rose, Inspite the darkness in the sky, Blown away by the dark, Bearing the brightness of the day. There's a ray of light, In the dark shining bright, Blinding me still in sight, Showing me paths to quit my fright. Sitting still in the little chamber, Thinking why the world's so dark, Until the sunshine struck her, Through a hole, like a spark. It was just a tiny unremarkable rupture, Which showed her the bright world out, She no longer captivated herself, In the world of self doubt. She broke through the chamber, That kept her away aside, It was the little chamber, Where now she didn't want to reside. The little spark of light, Changed her forever, And she was filled with strength, Like she had had never. ------- RAJALAXMI BEHERA

LOST IN MY SOLITUDE....... Hovering as the sun sets, Lowering as the day ends, Counting all the messages, That my lonely heart sends. Wondering something vaguely, Unknown to what's next, Just being a broken soul, Don't want to bother anyone lest. Procrastinating every moment, Keeping every work due, Wondering if there's anything, My mind lacking every clue. Something I needed strongly, Was it care or love? It was just some motivation, To lift my conscience above. Probably I'll be able, To calm my heart and mind, Those vague wonderings disturb me, I need to move on with time. ------- RAJALAXMI BEHERA

JUST A WALK ON A WINDY EVENING.... On a cold windy evening, I moved out for a walk, Moving through the cold winds, Just forgetting every stress of work. The chilling wind touching me, Making my skin shiver, Giving me chills in the freezing cold, As if I was beside a river. I could feel the dew melt on my hair, And some drops sliding through my curls, It wasn't snowing out still, The wind moved in a swirl. My body shivered terribly then, My feet felt numb through the cold, I couldn't move ahead that fast, The weather was more severe than I could withhold. And now I remember it wasn't an evening, It was late night that day, I was so tired that I lost all sense of time, As if my mind was astrayed. ------- Rajalaxmi Behera