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.
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. -----
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
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
Joy Of Descend
A meditation of difference That was an awakening of difference Not only for self elevation But for others -
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
Whimper To Glee
Pristine white cloud floating in open sky Hanging bats latched on Spreading dark skinny wings Paint slur on the cloud
Searched your footsteps on sandy beach,
fingertips on stones you carved
but could hear the whispers of the bulls
telling the tales of your artistic hands
that could write on stones the poems
Your vastness I imagined
Saw your signatures on chariots and elephants