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 A LOOK AT LIFE-165 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A smile  A petty wish  A little craving  A dream A passion lovingly groomed Is what life is. A goal pursued  A desire nurtured  An ambition accomplished  A Moment with your love and  Waiting for that moment  Is what life is A space to sand on  A handful of sky over  A memory to hang on A past to lean upon A present to live for A  future to look forward to Is what life is. A look at light in darkness  A smile in tears A hope in despair and frustration  A will to move on against all odds  A desire to live and let live Is what life is Living beyond pair of opposites Sorrow and happiness  Love and betrayal  Agony and ecstasy  Yesterday and tomorrow  Is what life is Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India  29.12. 2021 https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2021/12/30/is-what-life-is/

 A LOOK AT LIFE-164 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY There is no  end, the end is only delusory, what we call end, is only a beginning. No darkness, darkness is only  the absence of light,   light  sleeps inside the womb of darkness and manifests itself when darkness   realises its flimsiness. No hatred, no jealousy  Only absence of love No negative feelings and emotions  Only absence of positive thinking  No alienation, no depression  Only absence of a sense of belongingness  And lack of self-realisation  No hurdles at all, only lack of willpower. No barriers, only challenge to confront life. It's significant, how we  assess our potentials and ignore the obstacles which  come our way. Unveil the veil  You will only find yourself  To your right you are. To your left you are You are in front and behind the back You are everywhere  On earth In the sea and air Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 10.11.2021 http...

 A LOOK AT LIFE-163 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Nothing like death  Death is but the absence of life, lack of zeal, and will to get going. When we seal our mouths, feelings, emotions, life tends to be lifeless and still. If you do not have that passion and zeal to live, death will visit you time and again Death can happen to anyone at any time,  if u forget to live, forget the art and science of living   ...partially or fully. Whatever may be the circumstance  However, trying the situation maybe Never forget yourself Never forget to live. Get on with the game  That is what life is We die thousand of deaths. Come alive only to die again and again But we never remain the same  Each death makes us different, life more sad, distressing and pitiful Nothing is as important as living  Let us not die but live to the full  What we call death  is a change, a transition  Death is only a transformation  from one form  from one physi...

 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...

 Thanks and gratitude to Poetry Review, eminent poet and literary critic ma'am Sheri M Stewart for her critical appreciation of my poem 'The Rivulet'. I am truly honoured. Sheri M. Stewart's Review of “The Rivulet” by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty  Smruti Ranjan Mohanty presents a common tale but with a unique perspective in “The Rivulet”.  This piece needs more than one reading to take in the full picture presented and capture all the subtle nuances throughout. The first five lines in the first stanza capture beautifully what being and becoming a parent can and should be.  However there is a catch.  Although I missed it in my first reading the catch appears in Line 6 of the first stanza and is explained in the 7th.  I think it is first missed because many new mothers get a bit lost in their new roles.  Being a mother is a happy and joyous thing. The second stanza caught me by suprise.  We move from what should be a picture of a complete and happy family ...

 A LOOK AT LIFE-157 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Love in motion is life. If you want to live love yourself and others. Without the latter,  the former is so  incomplete  Love at rest is death You die the day you fail to love yourself. You succumb  the day you fail to reciprocate  and love your surrounding The vast universe, the ever-expanding universe  stands on bonding. It rests on love and mutual attraction  without which it will collapse in minutes  like a house of cards Love is  life For love, you are here Love gives birth Love nourishes Love sustains  For love life is so beautiful  in this beautiful earth Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© 9.8.2021 Picture-google

 SOMETHING I LOOK AT-101 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY                    LOVER My love!  you have never betrayed me, never you can. How can you betray someone you love, how can you part with someone deep inside, a part of your body and soul. My love! I am as I was, be happy where you are. You never need to prove your love, it is never defined in terms of  gain, pleasure and pain. Love reduced to a relationship  becomes a bondage, loses its essence and independence, finds itself in chains, bound by a thread of expectations and reciprocations. In an air of patterned behaviour, interactions, duties and obligations  love hardly finds its space. My love! marriage hardly fulfils love, rather it let it silently die. So demanding a relationship, hardly let love remain as it is, compels it to change and  undergo metamorphosis to make hundreds of compromises just to live a life and keep pace  with its changing needs....

 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...

 A LOOK AT LIFE-40 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY     Life in chain The society  in which I am born, the way i was groomed and socialised  to look at the world  made me what i am, a machine that confirms to the values of the larger society. All along I am taught and schooled to look at the world, behave, interact and interpret in a way  defined by the society to which I belong. With hands and legs, mind and conscience strongly bound, I am to live a life far away from me. Chained emotion, chained love caged smile, caged feeling, patterned behaviour, patterned interaction i am supposed to live with, love and endure. When I first looked at the world through my own eyes, I felt it was not my eyes through which i was looking at but through a pair of glasses, thickly coloured  by the norms and values of the society. I never saw the world as it was but the way I was made to look it at. The values I inculcated stood in the way and blurred my vision. Since birth...

 SOMETHING I LOOK AT-121 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY LET ME LIVE WITH LOVE AND PASSION  On the wings of love,  let me fly to the land of dreams and passion, where not reason, but reigns emotion, where the heart speaks and reason keeps mum. Let me listen to the voice of the heart, before I miss the bus and my reason takes me miles away from the real I that I am,  not only a man of dignity and honour but a man with feelings, love, dreams, and emotion. Too much of rationality  made me  irrational,  Insensitive to life and its beauty, to the extent, I fail to recognise myself, my likes and dislikes, dreams and fancies. The more meticulous I become, the more alienated I am from me, my emotions and feelings.  Life has become a tedious monotony,  and me a talking parrot in the golden cage. Let me find the real me, my soul, my dreams, likes, whims, and fancies, so far eluding me. Let me follow these, so dear to my heart,  with all my love and passi...