A LOOK AT LIFE-23 BY-SMRUTI RANJA MOHANTY Since long We have not seen each other We can not say When our eyes Last met each other Our hearts throbbed For each other Our souls craved For each other Gone are those lovely days Those beautiful nights That aura of romance Those naughty smiles That enriching madness And fulfilling life I still remember that night When you silently Crept into my life Captivated and possessed My whole being And made me lose myself In the ocean of Your unending love And matchless sacrifices But time flew by With the change in time Priorities of life changed We became prisoners of Our hopes and aspirations Drudged hard and Gave every drop our blood To give meaning and substance To our dreams Which were never our's Dreams have flowered But they took us to an alien world For we failed to identify With the fruits of our drudgery And the dreams of our dreams Too much obsession with future Never allowed us to live ...
My creatively positive rumination on a wonderful poem titled "A Look at Life-162" delineated by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ji from India. A LOOK AT LIFE- 162 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wasted past Uneventful present Future in the dark With trembling mind and body, my legs once again in the abyss Once more I am on my ashes witnessing life in the ashtray The moment never came I deceived myself all along Time flew away With it flew away the urge For which I come again and again I accomplished nothing except for relationships, pelf, power and recognition, that faded like the fading colours of life. Time consumed everything I thought my own except for my regrets, one more opportunity went in begging Time consumed the best part of life My childhood and youth In return, it gave me nothing but an ounce of external glitter Which is so heavy on my shoulder, something I can not live with, something I can...
SOMETHING I LOOK AT-102 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY DYING A DEATH Oh my near and dear! don't stretch my life beyond nature's favour. When death is a certainty, why are you so reluctant to accept the reality? When hours and days are numbered of what use adding a few more? My body never listens to what i say, my mind is not with me, somewhere else. I am not the same I was, the battle is over, yet to fight the war. How long you will stretch my life and what for? Is a body having very little in it going to serve you and your purpose anymore? Don't drag me to the icy, I don't want to languish in pain waiting for a death so difficult to come by. I lived life to the full, let me live my last days as I wish with all that I loved and lived with. In open air and bright sunlight let me take my last breath in the midst of kith and kin, take the last few steps slowly and silently and feel the moment that stands between life and death. Don't put ...
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