Sunday, February 14, 2010



Above 5000ft the sea level, this place is a lesser known primitive pilgrimage. But more than anything else, the serene and profound atmosphere in a pristine setting provides an adventurous challenge and a spiritual encounter as well. Legend puts it as the place used by the Pandavas during their angyata vasa ( They were banished by the Kauravas from Hastinapur for twelve years and the following year they must hide themselves - if they are traced sometime in that year the banishment shall continue for another twelve years! What a clever idea to keep opponents away from power!)
A motorable road can take a visitor upto Burkhat(50 Kms from Paralakhemundi via Koinpur). From there one has to walk 10 KMs to the hill-top. The primitive temples - Kunti Mandir, Dharmaraj Mandir & Bhima Mandir date back to the 6th or 7th century CE. On the occasion of Shivaratri the roads are tidied up - and so it is easier finding the way. Or else it may not even be possible to get it...Kauravas were beaten - what to speak of us mortals!

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Voices of the night




Voices of the night

In the dead of the night
Voices speak – that tacit
Universal language

Mad – I get up
Trying to hold it all
On a paper!

No matter
Blood or ink
They say – the papers are blank!

I console myself
May be they are blind
And wait – praying
O’ god – give them the eyes
To see it all
And a heart
To feel the voices of the night!

***
The Dream

The mosquitoes hummed
A known song!
No repellents
Could prevent them

So I accepted them as guests
And with my blood
I offered them a treat

I woke all the night
And never did attempt
To kill them

Sleep did come stealthily!

On waking I found
It was all a dream
The mosquitoes – and the song!

****


Hide and Seek

The lone light-post
That boy beneath
His school bag – open
His book and a note

May be I saw him
And wanted to say something!
But on my bike
She was eager to reach home

This evening in the market
Someone touched my shoulder
As if to talk to me

A glance at him
And that same boy
With lots to ask

I am there
And in vein do you
Seek for me
Here and there


***Narendranath Patnaik