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 SOMETHING I LOOK AT-104 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY        LOVE HAPPENS ONCE  when i put the whole of me in you and got the whole of you in return that was the day we were looking forward to, the day of our life my love! when our emotions and passions met  happiness and sorrow, dreams and ambitions, body and mind became one time stopped ticking, eyes and ears  had nothing more to see and listen we became a single entity living for  and in each other in endless time you took me to that strange island where there was none  but you and me  listening to the symphony of love living in  each other's heart   with the blue ocean whispering in our ears to fathom the depth and beauty of its love with the limitless sky you made me understand love can never be with many it happens once always with one a single mind can never be attached to multiple objects of love love is always with one it is a feeling you can't share a treasure y...

 

 ଯାତ୍ରା-23 କେହି ଦେଖୁବା ନଦେଖୁ ମୁଁ ନିଜେ ନିଜକୁ ଦେଖୁଛି। ମୁଣ୍ଡ କୁଣ୍ଡାଉଛି , ମୁହଁରେ କ୍ରିମ ମାଖୁଛି ପେଣ୍ଟ, ସାର୍ଟରେ ଅତର ବୋଳୁଛି  ଦେହ ,ମନରେ ଲାଗିଥିବା ସମୟର ଦାଗକୁ ଲିଭେଇବାକୁ ଚେଷ୍ଟା କରୁଛି, ବାରମ୍ବାର ଆଇନାରେ ମୁହଁ ଦେଖୁଛି ଜୀବନସାରା ଦଉଡି ଦଉଡି କୋଉଠିବା ମୁଁ ନିଜେ ନିଜକୁ ଦେଖିଛି; ସବୁକିଛି ଅନ୍ଧାର ହୋଇଯିବା ଆଗରୁ ଟିକେ ନିଜକୁ ଭଲକି ଦେଖିନିଏ। କେହି ଶୁଣନ୍ତୁବା ନଶୁଣନ୍ତୁ ମୁଁ କହୁଛି- କିଛି କଥା, କିଛି ବ୍ୟଥା; ଜୀବନଟା ନିଶବ୍ଦରେ କଟିଗଲା ଶୁଣି ଶୁଣି ଏବେଟିକେ ମୁଁ ନିଜକଥା କହିବି: କିଛି ସ୍ମୃତି, କିଛି ଚି଼ହ୍ନ କିଛି ଅଲୋଡ଼ା ସକାଳ ଆଉ ସନ୍ଧ୍ୟାର ଅବ୍ୟକ୍ତ ନିରବତା । କେହି ନଶୁଣିଲେ ନାହିଁ ମୁଁ ମୋ ନିଜକଥା ଶୁଣିବି ମନଭରି ଶୁଣିବି ନିର୍ବାକ,ନିଷ୍ପନ୍ଦ ହେଇଯିବା ଆଗରୁ। ମୁଁ ଲେଖୁଛି, କେହି ପଢୁବା ନପଢୁ- ମୁଁ ପଢୁଛି ନିଜେ ନିଜକୁ ବାରମ୍ବାର ସାଉଣ୍ଟୁଚି କିଛ ମହାର୍ଘ୍ୟ  ମୁହୂର୍ତ୍ତ ସମୟର ନିଶୁନ ବେଳାଭୂମିରୁ। ନିଜେ ଭିଜୁଛି , ଭିଜୁଛି ମୋ ଗତକାଲି ହଜୁଛି ମୋ ଵିଵସ ବର୍ତମାନ ଆଉ ଅଲୋଡ଼ା ଭବିଷ୍ୟତ  କହିବି କହିବିବୋଲି ଜୀବନରେ ବହୁତ କିଛି କହି ପାରିଲିନି, କିଛି ଲେଖିଦିଏ ନିଜେ ନିଜକୁ ବୁଝାଇବା ପାଇଁ ଅତିକମରେ ମନର ବୋଝ ତ ଟିକେ ହାଲୁକା ହେଇଯିବ । ମୁଁ କହୁଛି, ଲେଖୁଛି ବାରମ୍ବାର ଆଇନାରେ ମୁହଁ ଦେଖୁଛି ନିଜେ ନିଜକୁ ଦେଖି, ଶୁଣି, କହି ପ୍ରଲୁବ୍ଧ ହଉଛି, ଭୁଲିଯାଉଛି; ...

 A LOOK AT LiFE-46 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY In that The stone-carved image of yours My whole world. In your temple my holy abode, At your lotus feet my whole life My identity, my possession. My past present and future Is you my maa Comes to mind that day When I was on my way, You dragged me near Looked at me with loving eyes. The infinite became finite And the mother listened to her child, The child went on asking and The mother looking at him with a smile Days went by A feeling deep and intense came I am not alone How can I be? When you are with me. Wherever I go whatever I do I always feel you by my side What to think about me, my life My happiness which are all yours When I look at you I feel you deep inside, My feelings turn into adoration Adoration into love. The more I love you The more I feel alienated From me and my mundane world Lose my identity and Become one with you copyright@smrutiranjan 19.10.2017

 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...

 A LOOK AT LIFE- 162 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wasted past Uneventful present  Future in the dark  With trembling mind and body, my legs in the abyss once again. 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 not carry to the other side Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 14.10.2021

 A LOOK  AT LIFE-142 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY        LET ME Let me forget Everything I have learned  Let me exhaust  All that I have earned  Let me forget  Who I am and where from  Let me come out of All relationships and hangovers  To visualise life in its true colour Let me begin life once more  With no past to lean upon  No future to dream for  No status to safeguard  No relations to take care Let me get out of the cage Where I have been long since The social clusters  Caste, creed and colour  Religion, dogmas and superstitions  Pelf, power and accolades  To be in fresh air  Where truly breathes life In the serene oasis Let me forget my name and identity  To go beyond me and all  That put limits  Pride, anger and  prejudice Ego, hatred and jealousy  Let me forget history and geography  Boundaries and territories  Myths, parables and collective co...

 A LOOK AT LIFE-63 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Ocean never calls you to come near Feel its depth and vastness It is up to you to remain as such, A drop of water  Or become the ocean yourself  Reality is the same Which appears to be different to different people  Depending upon their realisation, Stages of evolution and consciousness  Darkness does not indicate The absence of sun But our position vis a vis the sun. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© 9.10.19 All Copyrights Reserved

 A LOOK AT LIFE-161 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Life is both smile and tears, happiness and sorrow, hope and despair, virtue and vices  but not a solitary asylum  in a no man's land to be silently crused and endured  Life is both meeting and parting, love and separation, involvement and alienation, agony and ecstasy, accomplishment and failure. Be with it, its ebb and tide before it fades into nothing  Life is a beautiful poem  if you know how to compose it. Life is a lyric if you know how to sing it Life is a paradise if you have the eyes to see it Life is the voice of the nightingale  if you have the ears to listen it. If you run away from it it becomes prosaic. The more you unfold its pages, the more you feel frustrated. Be a passionate lover,  life may leave you lifeless and  you may land yourself in a dry desert devoid of beauty and fragrance. The biggest tragedy is not dying  but dying while still alive. Live with love and passion...