DUSKY LAYERS DUST: A NEW LEAF ON THE WALL OF ORISSA

DUSKY LAYERS DUST: A NEW LEAF ON THE WALL OF ORISSA

DUSKY LAYERS DUST: A NEW LEAF ON THE WALL OF ORISSA

DUSKY LAYERS DUST: A NEW LEAF ON THE WALL OF ORISSA

A NEW LEAF ON THE WALL OF ORISSA

The attempts taken by Mr.Shradhananda and Rashmirekha to bring into lime light the Oriya literature is really commendable.They have become the brain child of a new literary site ameodia.com and that must positively attract all the Oriya people who remain in the remote corner of the world.They can get an opportunity to write and express their sentiments through their mother tongue.This is something like adding more flavor and form to an existing entity of a language,make it fly across the sky.The web site is going to launch soon in November with full fledged and the first e- Oriya Magazine has invited all sorts of Oriya literature to accommodate in it.

SURENDRA PALLAI

DUSKY LAYERS DUST: CORRIDOR OF STRESS

DUSKY LAYERS DUST: <strong>CORRIDOR OF STRESS</strong>

There is a saying , out of sight is out of mind.
So who remembers what and for how many days !
In this age those who cry for love ask themselves innocently how far they have digested this unfair truth.
All the glittering things would be covered with dusts and the visibility layers would not be remained as like before.We may can experiment our mind,see how long we would be able to keep it alive for others.
surendra .

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LOVELY FLOWER

Oh ! lovely flower,
what do you want ?
Do you ever feel lonliness ?
When I am lonely
I talk to myself,
I try to array
all my disorderd threads
I remember
my days,
the lost moments.
See,here I am among with many
but none to spell a word.
If I wish to talk
then talk to whom,
there has been a scarcity
of listners,even in good days.
It`s now your days of blooming
you would be more beautiful
your petals would spread more,
Who sees your desire.
You are helpless here
being alone,
and I am also helpless there
with so many.

surendra

THE SKETCH OF A WOMAN

The sketch of a woman,
inspite of paragon of colours,
is not like
that of a man.
A naughty smile
can bring a storm
and a drop of tear
can tear the greens,
and ablaze the forest.

Behind her silence
there remains
a lot of speeches
behind her quietness
peeps a thunderous desire .

Her image can create stir
in the serene pool,
difficult to explain
what constituents
made her so hot
and so cool.

some times she is moody
and some times off,
her scream
is far reaching
and her silence
is the fathomless
depth as like an ocean,
it`s because
she`s not like a man.

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