written by: Dilip Mohapatra
I feel like going back in time
and kick myself on my butt
and explore if something can be undone.
I try and crane my neck
even climb on someone or a tower on a hill top
to see beyond the horizon as far as I can.
I rest on my oars
while rowing ahead in present
and allow my boat just to drift ahead lazily.
I lose track of all time
when all time stands still
I lose myself in the common pubis
of time and space
where durations are dead
and so are the distances.
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.
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