Biography of Hrushikesha Mohanty
Took M.Sc(Mathematics) Utkal University, Ph.D(Computer Science) IIT Kharagpur.
Worked in Electronics Corporation of India Limited, Hyderabad
Currently Professor in Department of Computer & Information Sciences, University of Hyderabad, India.
Hrushikesha Mohanty's Works:
Ananya Jamaja Odia Poetry Book, Publisher Kadambini Media,2009.
Madhyahna: Odia Poetry book, Akshara, Cuttack,2010.
Aparahna: Odia Poetry book, Akshara, Cuttack,2011.
Hrushikesha Mohanty Poems
A Big gate stared at me today With its protruding long tongue Guarded by branching out trees. Awkward at stares and giggles of waiving branch
After Giving F-Grade*
Lilly shot down moon Tortoise whisper spreads Sun hid all flowers Morning broke the news.
Joy Of Descend
A meditation of difference That was an awakening of difference Not only for self elevation But for others -
You And Me
You and Me Left behind the big iron gate that gulped so many days and years of mine. I also spent those many days
Have been waiting since long Long for me atleast. Too long it's indeed to wait, To wait for a glance -
On This Day
On This Day This is a English Version of the poem 'Ee Tithire' published in Surjya Prabha Odia daily on 12th July '09. -----
Only To Wait!
Today the Sun is dim and so also my pupils and I'm threatened in my despair; it swears to stay with unlike before. Henceforth, I will succumb to and shrink to shell; stopped boarding running town bus
Go beyond; Go beyond the posts and gifts and behold - standing aside there
See me, how poor I'm on earning so long, I remain far away
You touch me I reveal; I reveal to the farthest I blossom to the fullest
This Is Not A Question Of That Kind
Hrushikesha Mohanty (English Version of the Odia poem published in Digbalaya April 2010) http: //mokatha.blogspot.com/2010/04/ieta-semiti-gotie-prashna-nuhen.html
I resemble to everyone But myself In sea of crowd, Serpentine queues of malls,
The Last Spring
Stood like a lonely palm tree Far away from green fields; Stretching arms up To touch the moon with a hope.
From seven-palm-tree depth of ocean Tsunami of desires blew up. Pushed the cloud away But
To Your Wah! Wah!
If you say Wah! Wah! To everything I do
even though I like to hear it
but fear of long dark hands of ‘wah wah’
that may drag me
down and down.
Still at times being undetected
that shapeless thirst grabs me