Prasanta Behera Blog

Third eye My mother said she prayed to Shiva for six years, staying up nights for a child to unshackle from the pressure of barrenness. I was born on seventh, I guess a blessed event! When I was a child, I heard stories of Shiva; glories from the mountains of Himalayas; demons destroyed and battles fought. When I became a young adult I learnt the power and oddities, the opium to pacify and the nectar to save the dancing damsels and the dance of death. When I became an adult I questioned the dualities; the women and Men, the creator and destroyer the significant and contradictory acts. Unanswered, unrevealed questions remain yet, Shiva exists between present and emptiness. In the years between youth and adulthood age of innocence and self identification dreams and imaginations raced along I dreamt, I wished I had a third eye like Shiva I would have the power to do good like Phantom or Superman or Bahadur(*) no one would touch me in school or elsewhere. I could...

Beyond the end point (Poem) Confluenced by a ocean and two seas an end point of my old country a lonely rock two thousands yards in the sea hundred years ago,  a soul sat and meditated he could looked beyond the end point found answers, inspired millions. Standing at the rock, the view is wide bodies of water on all three sides  sunrise and sunset are glorious each day one can only meditate in this beautiful place what do I see beyond the end point, I question? Northerly-east wind blows is swirls palm trees doing their dance in curls the birds circling over from land to sea a church, a mosque and a temple near the beach each one asserting with voices of heaven What do you claim at this end point? I pondered myself standing at this point what exists in land, merges with the ocean what brews in ocean migrate to land the cycle exists and will exist I am just a small part of it there is no “end” in this end-point I will be in the ocean at some point. ...