Biography:
Ranjan Sagar is an indian poet in Guderpali bargarh district of odisha . He is a comedy script writer, multilingual poet, Lyricist and an active social activist who has won numerous awards and recognitions. His works has been published in several foreign literary magazines and newspapers. He is a member and ambassador of international literary associations. Awarded as India Book Of Records & International Icon Award.The purpose of his writing is bringing about progressive change in society.
TEARING MY VERY SOUL APART
A spinning top of endless thought,my mind races never caught.
Each worry a tiny fragile threed.
Weaving a web through out
My head.
The past repeats, a ghostly hum
Future anxieties became.
A constant state of what starts.
Tearing my very soul apart.
I seek heaven, calm sea but the storm within won’t let me be.
The gears grind on, a restless grind, Leaving me far behind
In time so i must learn to let it be.
To trust the journey wild and free.
To find the peace within my soul
And break the chains that hold me whole.
A shadow grows a creeping vine
Where bad habits take their hold
A silent thief, they rob the soul, a story to be told.
Through murky depths they pull us down a spiral without end.
Each little act a crushing crown
That makes us descend.
The body aches the spirit cries
With every careless dead.
A weary geze reflecting lies, a planted bitter seed.
Self doubt and fear a constant plight as shadows start to loom
Dimming the dawn and fading light a growing, empty gloom.
The mind is lost a tangled maze with thoughts both dark and deep where truth is lost in hazy ways and promises to keep.
POWER OF WOMAN
She is a mother and a sister,
A wife, friend a daughter.
Spreading her charm all the while.
She makes you wear a beautiful smile.
Make her feel special by going
all the way.
Acknowledge her worth every single day.
We must rembember to appriciate and respect
With their beautiful hearts.
How our days they fleet
Each woman is gentle
Care and kind.
We must respect both
Her body and mind.
STRENGTH OF EVERY CHILD
Parents are always there
Always letting you know they care.
They always tell us to shoot for the stars
Who knew care could be hard?
No matter how much you
Ignored them and thought they
Were wrong.
You still miss them when they are gone.
Parents are the most beatiful
Creations of God.
They are the ones who bring
Us to the world.
Parents are the strength and
Support systems of their children.
They carry with them so many
Responsibilities yet they never show it.
EACH LITTLE ACT
A shadow grows a creeping vine
Where bad habits take their hold
A silent thief, they rob the soul, a story to be told.
Through murky depths they pull us down a spiral without end.
Each little act a crushing crown
That makes us descend.
The body aches the spirit cries
With every careless dead.
A weary geze reflecting lies, a planted bitter seed.
Self doubt and fear a constant plight as shadows start to loom
Dimming the dawn and fading light a growing, empty gloom.
The mind is lost a tangled maze with thoughts both dark and deep where truth is lost in harzy ways and promises to keep.
NATURE OF SIMPLE PERSON
If you create a smile among needy,
God will help you back.
What is this egostic thing.
This resulted to destruction.
Helping people are less than discouraging people.
By changing our nature,
We will be a phioshopical human.
Let live and others yo lives should be our motto.
Then we will reach our
Destination.
We have to change the negative mindset.
To go far away from negativity.
Doesn’t matters if people not recognise our good deeds.
The people who benefited will
Surely acknowledge it.
A spinning top of endless thought,my mind races never caught.