Aama Odisha ~

a literary e-Magazine which aims at encouraging budding writers to explore their creative flair and providing them with an outlet to showcase their writing talents. At the same time, we are dedicated towards emanating knowledge and creating an ambiance of positivism, spiritualism, love, peace, and harmony.

It's birth ~

It was started by a group of young people from different professions and interests who used to meet online and chit-chat with one another in a community named "Aama Odisha" in the social networking site Orkut. Surprisingly, though none of those persons were associated with literature in any major way, their chit-chat ended up at this truly creative literary endeavour.

The journey so far ~

It has been a learning process since our inception and we have kept growing with each edition. There have been some glitches here and there but by God's grace, we have always been able to overcome them, each time. So we may all endeavour to cherish and keep alive our rich and noble language and culture and let us keep helping ourselves to make this purpose a success!

Morning


Pradipta Kumar Mohanty
Jharsuguda




The horizon obscures
by the shrouds of smoke
spurt from the funeral pyre
of a deceased
found in the nearby brewery.

A yell of scream
echoes in the air
as a mendicant
faces an attack of a hostile mob
for stealing a slice of loaf.

Really shocks
Alas ! Most people seem destitute
of common human feelings.

A gloss of revelry
spans across the ambient
as a new born little angle
brings an unprecedented bliss
for the family
next door.

But a craftsman beside
engrossed with his crafts
seems heedless
of all the happenings
in the morning.                       



The most important thing in life is not the triumph but the struggle. The essential thing is not to have conquered but to have fought well.
Pierre de Courbertin

Time

Sruti Dhara Mohanty 
Thiruvanthapuram, Kerala


Art by-John William Waterhouse


You never know 
how time goes.. 
like a wave 
has touched or so 
time flies like wind unseen 
and undefined.. 

I stand in midst of crowd 
to find the images of 
time in me! 

Time has wings to fly 
but yes, never to return close by 
even I memorize a moment 
for few moments.
I forget I already have wasted 
a time of coming future 
and a good present.. 
what I had and what will I have 
is question of time 
but the fate has made me mime 
still I stand to find 
an answer to every question 
my situation makes.. 
I am standing to 
defeat the time and 
to catch its wing and 
make it mine.. 
I know one day 
I may run before 
time.. but 
would I be 
there to catch 
the Time!


I look at life as a gift of God. Now that he wants it back I have no right to complain.
Joyce Cary