Those eyes I see, always remain unseen
When I peep in and in - I see nothing;
Absolutely nothing: no color, no question,
Not a bit of wonder even!
Just stoic and and stony as ever
To say everything with splendid fervor
But says nothing , nothing in my ear.
Or I can't hear?
Still I gaze on and on and sure no mystery hides
In corner of those lovely eyes!
At times I see -
Those look shape less and
Again appear with twinkles with well curves
Around me and mine;
Feel, as if those are only for me!
Not sure, ever not sure
To guess you see me or I really could see you .
But, everyday I look at those lovely eyes
And see, those even are fixed at me.
Again feel, as if those are only for me!
Days move with nights on back
Sun opens up me within, I see again
And you remain unseen.
I remain at me and you remain at yours.
So, also the distance remains -
Will it remain for ever?
Still, for your eyes I will stare as before
Again also so even after!
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Hrushikesha Mohanty
20th August 2012.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Saturday, August 18, 2012
A Waiting
Have been waiting since long,
Long for me at-least.
too long it's indeed to wait,
To wait for a glance
You reveal.
Reveal like a lotus around me
In and out pervading.
Will you?
Will you open up for me
Once, only once
To see how your wonder is -
That never, never ceases. I dream.
In dream you hear me.
Within me I want,
Want you within -
So lone, so long is my waiting!
..............................................................................
Hruhikesha Mohanty
18th Aug 2012
Long for me at-least.
too long it's indeed to wait,
To wait for a glance
You reveal.
Reveal like a lotus around me
In and out pervading.
Will you?
Will you open up for me
Once, only once
To see how your wonder is -
That never, never ceases. I dream.
In dream you hear me.
Within me I want,
Want you within -
So lone, so long is my waiting!
..............................................................................
Hruhikesha Mohanty
18th Aug 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Rare picture Of India Celebrating first Independence Day, 15th Aug 1947!! Jai Hind!!
Rare picture Of India Celebrating first Independence Day, 15th Aug 1947!! Jai Hind!!
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Ernet Hamngway in Death in the Afternoon
The great thing is to last and get your work done; and see and hear and learn and
understand; and write when there is somthing that you know; and not before; and
not too damned much after.
From Death in the Afternoon
Baji Rout - The Youngest Martyr!
Binamra Shardhanjali ....
the youngest freedom fighter from Odisha who fell to British bullet refusing to serve them in crossing a river. Baji Rout was the boat-man.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Understanding Krishna
I don't really understand Krishna as a philanderer!
What could be social atmosphere that time accepting this act of Krishna.
And how conservative Hindus later accepted it. It's a wonderful issue of research.
Hrushikesha
On 2012 Janmasthami
Friday, August 3, 2012
DekhuChhata?
We all wish , long for some in our need and in our silence.
At times one does not want to ask who is it. Is there anybody like
that for universal longing? Question also comes to mind.
But still the one keeps wishing rather keeps running to meet the longed one ....
This Odia poem speaks of that kind of longing. It's
published in "Utkal Taranga" - the magazine published
by Odia community Utkal Sanskrutika Parishada, Bernapur,
West Bengal.
Solicit your comments at (Please click on image for better view.)
At times one does not want to ask who is it. Is there anybody like
that for universal longing? Question also comes to mind.
But still the one keeps wishing rather keeps running to meet the longed one ....
This Odia poem speaks of that kind of longing. It's
published in "Utkal Taranga" - the magazine published
by Odia community Utkal Sanskrutika Parishada, Bernapur,
West Bengal.
Solicit your comments at (Please click on image for better view.)
DekhuChhata?
We all wish , long for some in our need and in our silence.
At times one does not want to ask who is it. Is there anybody like
that for universal longing? Question also comes to mind.
But still the one keeps wishing rather keeps running to meet the longed one ....
This Odia poem speaks of that kind of longing. It's
published in "Utkal Taranga" - the magazine published
by Odia community Utkal Sanskrutika Parishada, Bernapur,
West Bengal.
Solicit your comments at (Please click on image for better view.)
At times one does not want to ask who is it. Is there anybody like
that for universal longing? Question also comes to mind.
But still the one keeps wishing rather keeps running to meet the longed one ....
This Odia poem speaks of that kind of longing. It's
published in "Utkal Taranga" - the magazine published
by Odia community Utkal Sanskrutika Parishada, Bernapur,
West Bengal.
Solicit your comments at (Please click on image for better view.)
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