Prasanta Behera Blog

Rainbow circle (Poem) It was a clear day standing at the edge of Pacific ocean morning blue sky glittering the horizon, I saw a silent wave merge into the ocean never again to be a wave never again distinguishable never again alone never again to be seen. Cycles of sun and moon pulls and push the ocean waves, alone I stand in the midst between sunrise and sunset, I wait for a message. Is it a coincidence or an unknown force leading me to repeat the same journey two years later, I go near the Atlantic ocean on the same day when the wave met the Pacific ocean a full circle of journey with no ends. I saw a rainbow veiled in mist in this raging Niagara falls for eyes to feast a message of bliss engraved in the colors but the heart understood the rainbow circle what the eye sees is only a part the other half is only for the heart, an endless bliss from the ocean’s depth. When I saw the rainbow, I understood I have kept the promise I have kept your hope now...

Last Sunday (Poem) I ate a bug last Sunday biking uphill with morning sunrays. Between the huff and puff one small fly went straight right up, I could not catch it fast enough. Before I know it, another landed right inside my mouth like a jet I did not let.   It reminds me the rainy days of summer in my village where fields, mountains are friends and the house is where the day ends. Sitting in rows for dinner in the foyer rain dripping in spurs three dingy lanterns lighting circling them were flies fighting. When the winds and rain blows the light away some of those flies lands on our food anyway Grandma tells us to eat in hurry or else “you will be eating bugs in your curry.” I am sure I ate few bugs no matter how fast I ate It was not all that bad as far as I can say. I told my son about what I did last Sunday “ You are weird dad ”, he said in a funny way I also told my wife about it “ You behave younger than your son day by day. I do not know what c...