Friday, May 23, 2008


From seven-palm-tree depth of ocean
Tsunami of desires blew up.
Pushed the cloud away
Since than the ocean wails
With bouncing waives
To get back.

Teen eagerness and Alexandrian desire
Monsoon cloud eager to pervade
Floats on and on
For gold and glee.

Stag jumped off to a valley of bounty,
Ampule opened to mesmerize.
Instigated to roll on gold to squelch
And amused to squeal.

Wailing ocean embossed on
The amulet hanging on cloud.
Stag saw, recalled and turned squirrel
To climb up the cloud
Drained out to detergent white
And being towed away.

Cloud: with conflicts but consistent
Ocean: wailing but deep and calm
Hugs on bosoms
Cloud melts to drops in ocean.

Hrushikesha Mohanty
19th April 2008

Monday, May 19, 2008


This is not the only line for you
But I can write it many ways.
When tomorrow is in time's womb
I dream of you being farther away.

This is not only a nightmare for me
But thousands of stings pierce into my spine.
When I see roses in my garden fading away
I'm afraid to hope for you being farther away.

This is not only a grey day for me
Wish, there are not many in stores.
When the shady picture hangs on today's horizon
I dearly wait for you being farther away.

This is not only a silver line for me
Hope, it is followed by shower of solaces.
When I trace your foot-steps in my lawn
I find closure of you being farther away.

Hrushikesha Mohanty