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THE RIVULET-15 Rewinding recollections sprinkle over Chalky outline of  coloured spring While decorating the bed on grassy-lawn I wait for that silent night To make you speechless, to behold love unfolding  in your filigree smile, drooping eyes and dimple cheeks I wait to web dreams of a dreamer , Of love and lover Of boundless life, love and fulfilment Or life of a zero compromise Endless dreams of togetherness Blooms flowers at own cremation . The red rose speaks Quivers its red red lips and with it Quivers the whole of me and my surrounding But you were not with me Somewhere else in a different world Where probably I was not with ସ୍ରୋତସ୍ୱିନୀ-15 ସ୍ମୃତି ସବୁ ମେଘ ହୋଇ ବର୍ଷିଯାନ୍ତି ବସନ୍ତର ସବୁତକ ରଙ୍ଗ ଦେହରେ ନେସି ହେଇଯାଏ ଘାସର ଗାଲିଚାରେ ମୁଁ ଶେଜ ସଜାଏ ଅପେକ୍ଷା କରେ ଏକ ନିସ୍ତବ୍ଦ ରାତିକୁ ତମକୁ ନିଃଶବ୍ଦ କରିଦେବାକୁ, ନିଜକୁ ହଜେଇ ଦେବାକୁ ତମ ତାରକଷି ହସରେ, ମୁଦି ହେଉଯାଉଥିବା ଲାଜ ଲାଜ ଆଖି ର ଗଭୀରତାରେ, ଗାଲରେ ଭଉଁରୀ ମାରୁଥିବା ସମୁଦ୍ରର ଉତାଳ ତରଙ୍ଗରେ ମୁଁ ଅପେକ୍ଷା କରେ ଆଉ ଏକ ଜହ୍ନକୁ ସ୍ବପ୍ନ ବୁଣିବାକୁ 

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-28 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANY I feel guilty when i do not listen to conscience and act as per whims i feel guilty when something wrong happens for which the reason is me I feel guilty when i avoid duty deliberately and remain engrossed in my life and its beauty i feel guilty when i lavishly spend while my immediate neighbour is in dire need of it I feel guilty when i put a mask make thousands of compromises die and reincarnate time and again to live life the most ignoble way I feel guilty when i am not true to myself see and tolerate injustice keep mum and enjoy the comforts of life as i wish I see innocence suffers justice denied i feel guilty when i behave as if i know not anything and find excuses for my dignified silence Sunsets and shines life goes on but i carry the burden of guilt all along being too sober and gentle i expect others  to raise their voice and bring that better tomorrow which is none of my concern copyrig

THE JOURNEY-4 With the sun, shower and winter overhead I walk along the thorny and lonely path Carrying  a heavy load on my back Life probably means nothing but load and walk, pain and gain And I am born to ensure it again and again The pathway lengthens, weight inflates In lateral inversion falling and rising, Leaning , jerking and arousing I run and run breathlessly ; Dreams drift away Unbearable aches repay Tear filled eyes ,physic and mind, Tired body seeks to rewind A handful of shade And eyes get closed when cool breeze beheads. Forgetting all and everything I dream again How beautiful life is shaken ! Endless is the journey  so does distasteful dullness ; The road never ends Never ends the walk In the midst of pain, I dream again Handful of earth and sky I feel as if I am a big nothing In quest of life, its definition Within the ambit of pain and pleasure Dreaming and enduring  ©® SmrutiRanjan Mohanty ଯାତ୍ରା-4 କି ଖରା କି ବର୍ଷା କି ଶୀତ ମୁଁ ବାଟ ଚ

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-61 BY-SMUTI RANJAN MOHANTY My father! how sweet  were those days when i was at your feet chanting your hymns siba sahasranama and mahimna stotra from morning to evening how beautiful were those moments when your temple was my lone asylum your prasad my only diet How captivating were those nights spent in repeating your name visualising your resplendence so engrossed i was could not differentiate when i was awake and when i was asleep in my conscious mind you were in my subconscious mind you were in every moment of my life i felt your presence and your sweet smile guided me in each step In a weak moment might have craved for your affluence and splendour and you gave me the whole world but took away those fulfilling moments those fascinating days and nights that innocent smile on my lips that simple mind far away from this glittering word and its lovely amenities i lost those beautiful feelings my heaven on earth what i gained

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A LOOK-6 Whenever you are at a fix, look for the teacher inside, listen to the voice within,  you will get answers to all your questions. The source of all questions and answers, problems and solutions, happiness and sorrows is within you. Only you are  to peep inside. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-59 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY My valentine always with me standing like rock, calm and serene enduring  moments of sorrow and agony my changing moods, conflicting demands whims and caprices with a lovely smile She never lived her life her life is a poetry of dedication where in she imprinted my name in her sweat and blood an open book she is a perennial stream of love and dedication every moment of life she lived for other forgetting she has a life of her own The ebb and flow tide of life hardly perturbed her, its vagaries failed to snatch away that beautiful smile from her lips the stay of my life all along I can not imagine a life without her every moment of which is filled with her grace and grandeur non like her, non can be the only reality in my world of fading dreams and changing priorities In her arms my heaven in her smile my whole world in her eyes all my dreams in her touch colours of rainbow in her love the meaning of l