Ajira Bara and BaraJatri

Today's  Odia bridegroom and his entourage

GaanA Baragachha

Anjali's Birthday Photos

Odia Pitha on Birthday of my son Vakul

In Long Waiting

Waiting Since long, long it's for me
To wait for a glance you reveal,
(in dream) You reveal like a lotus around
Around me in and out pervading!

Will you, will you open up
To see how your wonder is
That never never cease. I dream
You see me, me from within
I want,  want me to be seen!

Hrushikesha
20th July 2012.

Distrust

I don't know why,
Why it's so, when I see
At your eyes find mist and mist
Mist everywhere, mist in eyes.

Don't know why ; couldn't know why
Even if I strain, strain and try
Find there mist, mist and mist
In my eyes, in your eyes, eyes after eyes
Till some one get down our skies.

What should I do?
How can it go?
Who can shine on you and me?

Mist must go; mist is to go
For trust-grape ripening
Mist must go, forever
Go and go, go well out vanishing.

Hrushikesha Mohanty
17th July 2012

Hold My Hands

Will you, will you hold my hands
Once, atleast once
Before you say me bye
To my dead-fish eye!

I know you brooding -
Never never that be.

It's just ok to hold,  to hold my hands
and put, put please whatever it could be -
Flowers, stones or even pinch dusts
Whatever it could be, it's just the warmth
I'm longing
else  for me now nothing have meaning!

Hold my hands tight for once
Before I leave , before I leave.



Hrushikesha Mohanty
17th July 2012

To the Green ...

Oh! my green; Oh! my green
Where are you ? Where can be seen?
Up above  my chin
You are so thin;


I held you,
Saw you on tiny drops
Shining and shining
After shower found you smiling.
Where are you - going thin and thin
Oh! my green, Oh! my green.

Tempest came ;
Came wearing wealthy jackets
Laid the traps showing lollypops.
It took my hands charmed on me
Studded with rubies (like) to fake me
Than I scramble and long for you
Repent my sin
Oh! my green,Oh! my green.

Hrushikesha Mohanty
16th July 2012

Review of "The Kite Runner"

• Just finished reading the novel 'The Kite Runner' a Bloomsbery publication written by Khaled Hosseini. It narrates the relationship between two, Amir and Hassan who spent their spacious childhood in an upscale Kabul residency but were destined to depart on the fateful day pregnant with victory as well as tragedy.
  
  Russian invasion and Talibans unholy presence have brought devils down for Afghans to drive them out of their homeland. Amir with his father Agha Sahib have left to America for leading a life of refugee. As soon as the caring father left Amir forever, to his surprise he finds Hassan is not a son of their servant but his half-brother. Will he hate his father ? Guilt conscious Amir laments the cruelty shown to Hassan by him being envy of affection Agha Sahib was showing to Hassan. He has flown back to war ravaged Kabul to rescue Hassan. But found him dead. He could rescue his son Soharab. Adopted Soharab has not been able to forget the past and the onslaught of Talibans. One Afghan New Year day Amir has taken the role of a Kite runner what Hassan, the father of Soharab, was to him in their child hood.
  
  Hosseini master story teller runs the story line carrying eastern emotions and western rationality keeping both sociopolitical scenarios in mind. His literary hand with excellency has woven the novel with apt words, punch lines and finer details leading to a captivating master piece