Monday, April 30, 2012

My Day

My little foot was so steady
To push the sky up above me
And to make a stride;
Aha! that I imagined.

My foot step shine
Shine on my Milky way
Showing an entitlement
There I sit.
I sit on my way looking at the sky.
My foot on earth and this is my day.
Hrushikesha Mohanty
30th April 2012

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Wait Cherished

Wait, my long wait
For the touch enigmatic.
I wait and wait
For my touching mystic.

Let it be
Let it be that way.
The only way
For me is poetic.

I sing and sing
The song of my waiting
Being a stone and stoic
For your touch
Oh, my mystic.

I wait, will wait
As long as it wants
For the touch it reveals.
My waiting
scintillating and meditating
For your touch
My cherished waiting.
Hrushikesha Mohanty
22nd April 2012

Saturday, April 21, 2012

My Run

Told and at times self told
I ran and ran
Encouraged, enticed and at times challenged.
Met some , got some
Lost many of them
But chose to run and run
Not looking back again and again.

I did, at times perfect,
At glee elated
To look back never again.
Some left behind
Some remain ahead
But  I made me alone remain!
Hrushikesha Mohanty
22nd April 2012

Now and Then: Budha to ICBM

It was Buddha reached Beijing with Nirbanna and divinity. Now we reach with fires to annihilate each other. Time has changed us for Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles! Humanity laments when individual hails.

Friday, April 20, 2012

You and Me

Left behind the big iron gate
that gulped so many days and years
of mine. I also spent those many days
for sure to make me hassle free.

Find now that is enough for me
and enough of that indulgence.
Let me go, let me go
let me search that unknown fragrance.
Wish me , wish me and wish me
I will not be back
again through this iron gate.

May see you at some square somewhere.
You will ask and I will ask -
"How are you?"
Enough and that is enough for all left  days
between me and you;
and left nothing else.

Hrushikesha Mohanty

Monday, April 9, 2012


Go beyond;
Go beyond the posts and gifts
and behold -
standing aside there
you and me
count; count what?
There is nothing, nothing else around
except something pervading between.


Friday, April 6, 2012

See Me

See me,
how poor I'm
on earning so long,
I remain far away
and you
out of my reach
stay at horizon.
Wishing you here
I remain and bemoan.

See me,
I'm a wanderer
having an address so long!
When you are on my horizon
and out of my reach
then I have to go and go
how can I sit?

See me,
I'm so sick
even after caring self so long.
When you are on my horizon
and out of my reach,
I search within and within
who should me treat?

See me,
I with no anxiety
being empty, sick and
a wanderer
drift away and away.
But wish and guess
you will come on me one day!

I have not asked self,
not also asked
to the breeze from horizon
and not asked
to the twinkle stars-
how true you are.
I wish you as much as
I wish me here.


Thursday, April 5, 2012

Touch Me

You touch me
I reveal;
I reveal to the farthest
I blossom to the fullest
I desire to melt,
to melt self
to a bliss
with your caress!