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 A LOOK AT LIFE-150 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I am at my best when I am with me, talk to me, listen to me, the voice within. I am at my best when I interact with plants and animals, meadows and mountains, sun and moon, rivers and rivulets and listen to their voice of  silence and innocence. I am at my best when I am lost deep inside in the beauty of peace and solitude, closely identify with me, forgetting the world surrounding  I am at my best when I see myself in others, others in me and visualise the universe  as expanded 'I' I am at my best when the 'I' melts in bliss and consciousness. When nothing remains  except He, the big void. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© Picture-google

 SOMETHING I LOOK AT-49 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Where is that space in our heart for those who made their day and night  together to let us stand and made us what we are. Do we pay anything for the air we breathe, the water we drink and the sunshine that keeps us alive? or we are just apathetic to our own survival? Where is the heart that beats? Are we so selfish having no space in our heart for those significant others and the environment that sustains and nourishes us all along? Are we bundles of self-interests, is our value system, the sum total of naked self-interests, largely defined in terms of material gain or something else? Our selfish will have put us in a dark corner and for our own doings we are in the depth of the abyss. No way out, we are to realise the truth that by having a genuine concern and love for others we are but helping our own existence. In our heart we are to create that space for others and learn to live together and love each other to come out of t...

 A LOOK AT LIFE-153 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Still thinking about the time the precious time I wasted for nothing. Thinking about them once close to me now nowhere near the horizon. Thinking about my loved ones  who took the juice of my life  to whom now I mean nothing. Silently brooding over  the relationships I cultivated  that never stood the test of time. Thinking about the moments I lost to satisfy a few  for whom I squandered health, wealth and time who ran away  at the first opportunity. Time mocks at me I miserably failed to make sense of it One by one they moved away leaving me to think about time which was once mine. Life laughs at me   at my miserable plight the abyss where I am in  I often ask me where I erred. "You never valued yourself  at any point never cared for the moments  that came your way" is the answer of time to my poignant tragedy. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© 24.7.2921 http://www.destinypoets.co.uk/wasted-fo...