something to look at

Here is the review and critical appreciation of my poem A LOOK AT LIFE-43 by non-other than eminent poet and literary critic of international repute  Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil. Thanks and gratitude sir. I am greatly honoured Dear Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"A Look At Life-43" is a poem that combines philosophy, theology, science and psychology in equal measure. Life is an interminable circle passing from one state of being to another state of being, it doesn't have an end unless and until it is reunited with the fundamental point of origin. The world came forth from that inexhaustible arena and it would revert back to it as such in the course of time. Here on this earth life is an unending journey, the destination is not clearly marked at in any stretch of the imagination, the things that we come across in this world are transitory and fleeting in nature and nothing is a permanent feature of life. The structures and wonders of the world are subjected to change onc

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-74 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Let me listen to the voice within my conscience whispering every minute to be at peace with me and people around with birds and animals, meadows and mountains, trees and creepers with everything and every being i come across let me internalise the values of the society love, reciprocation, peace and brotherhood to make the world a better place to live in Let me put an end to my struggle with negativity in all its form ego, hatred, jealousy and explore the man in me let me be a pigeon of peace moving every nook and corner with my wings of love spreading the message of peace and brotherhood wherever and with whomever i am A man at peace with himself knows what peace means to him and others which a man at constant war with himself can hardly fathom Nothing like peace and love it conquers the whole world and make you the man you are cultivate it and spread its grandeur if you want to save the world so dear

A LOOK-146 Life is a beautiful dream Chase it like a mad lover before it fades and vanishes. Live it to the full Before death snatches it away.  Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-90 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A woman I am, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a wife and beloved. In all my roles I complement and fulfil the men in my life. I make them full and complete. On my love and sacrifice, they stand, on my feet, they walk  the thorny path of life but look at the world through a pair of jaundiced eyes. Without me, they are just aimless ships sailing in the boisterous sea. I am the able navigator who brings them safely ashore,  but they forget it the moment  they come back to their comfort zone. I am the life in them, that carries them forward to their destination. It is the woman behind every man, her unconditional love and motivation that precisely define a man, his success and failure, but never his attitudes and behaviours and the way they look at woman. I have been with you like your shadow living and enduring your moments of joy and despair,  happiness and sorrow, never thinking for a moment i have a life of my o

Thanks and gratitude sir Cijo Joseph Chennelil for reading my poem SOMETHING I LOOK AT-46 and writing a beautiful critical appreciation on it  Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"Something I Look at-46" is a poem that depicts a world which is in a state of turmoil and chaos. In our inner beings, we are at war with ourselves with respect to which ideology to adopt, we have two options, one is related to a world of values and ideals which can add a moral framework to the society at large and other is a world which is in the grip of use and throw culture and crass commercialisation. The bulk number of people in the world does swim with the currents by embracing this culture of manipulation and radicalisation implemented and carried forward in the name of shortsighted development and wayward progress. In the outside world we are confronted with an existential crisis in which if we want to live an upright life, we are looked through the prism of suspicion. The world is such wh

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-88 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY When the present becomes too much to bear, life a burden and endless struggle, when heart bleeds in love, eyes moist with tears, mind goes back to you my love, to that pink envelope, the piece of paper with crimson glow, where dwells my heart, wherein inscribed your love in golden letters Life unfolds its pages. The past reincarnates. Heart and soul, body and mind, eyes and ears dance in joy. You come with all your splendour like the silver moon from behind the bank of clouds, touch me, touch my body and mind, take me away to the heaven of love, where there is none but you and me in love with each other. How can i forget the day we parted, the day when you were forced to tie knot with someone else, leaving me and our love midway. I could see your heart wounded bleeding in love, tears pouring on your cheeks, body and mind shattered in fear of losing someone you loved. Neither you lost me, nor i lost you