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written by: Dilip Mohapatra



Someone had said
life is not about
how many breaths
you take
but about those exquisite moments that take
your breaths away.

It’s not about the sounds
that you make
to make
your presence felt
but the intermittent silences that
intoxicate you
overpower you
make you
discover the songs within.

It’s not all about righteousness
and commandments
and the stark and stoic
but a little bit of sin
a little bit of imperfection
a little bit of mischief
also a little bit of dust in your eyes
in a sanitized room
that makes it what it is.

It’s not about the continuities
the predictability
that tells you what
is in store in the days to come by
but about those uncertainties
and discontinuities that
make it a worthwhile existence
defined by those
ubiquitous yet unseen
dots and dashes.

Dilip Mohapatra

Dilip Mohapatra

MAY 2017 / JAN-FEB 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Dilip Mohapatra (b.1950), a decorated Navy Veteran started writing poems since the seventies. His initial foray into the world of literature was through poetry workshops in college and inspirations from his teacher Jayanta Mahapatra, an acclaimed poet in contemporary English. His poems have appeared in many literary journals of repute and anthologies worldwide. Some of his poems are included in the World Poetry Yearbook, 2013 and 2014 Editions. He has six poetry collections to his credit published by Authorspress, the latest being Dewdrops of Dawns, which has received raving reviews in multiple literary journals globally.
Currently his latest, a Professional book titled Campus to Corporate which is a career navigation manual for the students aspiring for a successful corporate career and for newcomers to the industry to survive and succeed has become a best seller with more than 10000 copies sold.
He lives with his wife at Pune, India.
Dilip Mohapatra

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