something to look at

SOMETHING I LOOK AT -68 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I know you love me i love you too whenever we meet our eyes dance in joy hearts whisper, lips quiver but i love you we fumble to murmur I reciprocate your love you feel my feelings but our love is not the way it is understood so unique and different let it be where it is in the heart of our hearts where we truly live Never let our love come out very few will understand it very few know what love is all about it will be too much to bear if you go down in the eyes of other i can not see the petals of our love wilting under the scorching heat of sun, pears of shower  and the chill winter playing havoc with all that we jealously treasure Let that bud of love blossom into a beautiful flower with all its fragrance and colour nothing can snatch it away from us, our love, our only possession so dearly conserved in our heart We know and respect each other share our moments of agony and ecstasy we too appr...

Good Morning and Welcome dear adorable readers, members and poetic personalities to “HAPPY SATURDAY WITH AN EMINENT POET” an interview program jointly organized by POEMarium by Dr. Nk Sharma and WRITERS” MIRROR, ASSAM, INDIA Today we are glad to present an Interview with Smruti Ranjan Mohanty, an eminent poet of international repute from Odisha. Bipul Kalita:-Good Morning and Welcome dear Sir, to the interview program. Would you say a few words about yourself? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty:- A very simple man who has accepted life as it is. No complaints, no regrets, no looking back. Happy as I am. Life is full and beautiful amidst duty, plants, pets and poetry. By the by, I am Smruti Ranjan Mohanty, O.F.S, son of Raj Kishore and Shantilata Mohanty  from Padmapur, Jagatsingpur, Odisha. I work as Finance Officer in Govt of Ofisha. I am a multilingual poet, essayist and writer. My write ups are published in newspapers and in various national and international magazines, journals and...

Thanks and gratitude to eminent poet and literary critic Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil for writing a beautiful critical appreciation on my poem SOMETHING I LOOK AT-65.Thank you very much sir for your wonderful words Smurtiji, Your poem  titled"Something I Look At 65"is a poem that narrates an evergreen love affair that never fades away or withers out,in fact it does have an enduring and endeavouring impact,that teenage love still creates myriad emotions of joy and happiness in the interiors of the interiors of the heart,the freshness of that amorous play is still retained,the exchanges of letters,waiting in the bus stops,in the first encounter in the corridors of the school building and the first occasion of falling in love are adequately and aptly described in the poem,even now when that sensation of love is looked at,the same feelings,emotions and sentiments are aroused.Kudos to you for composing such a well-versed poem. Cijo Joseph Chennelil Kuravilangad.All Copyrights...

THE RIVULET-15 Rewinding recollections sprinkle over Chalky outline of  coloured spring While decorating the bed on grassy-lawn I wait for that silent night To make you speechless, to behold love unfolding  in your filigree smile, drooping eyes and dimple cheeks I wait to web dreams of a dreamer , Of love and lover Of boundless life, love and fulfilment Or life of a zero compromise Endless dreams of togetherness Blooms flowers at own cremation . The red rose speaks Quivers its red red lips and with it Quivers the whole of me and my surrounding But you were not with me Somewhere else in a different world Where probably I was not with ସ୍ରୋତସ୍ୱିନୀ-15 ସ୍ମୃତି ସବୁ ମେଘ ହୋଇ ବର୍ଷିଯାନ୍ତି ବସନ୍ତର ସବୁତକ ରଙ୍ଗ ଦେହରେ ନେସି ହେଇଯାଏ ଘାସର ଗାଲିଚାରେ ମୁଁ ଶେଜ ସଜାଏ ଅପେକ୍ଷା କରେ ଏକ ନିସ୍ତବ୍ଦ ରାତିକୁ ତମକୁ ନିଃଶବ୍ଦ କରିଦେବାକୁ, ନିଜକୁ ହଜେଇ ଦେବାକୁ ତମ ତାରକଷି ହସରେ, ମୁଦି ହେଉଯାଉଥିବା ଲାଜ ଲାଜ ଆଖି ର ଗଭୀରତାରେ, ଗାଲରେ ଭଉଁରୀ ମାରୁଥିବା ସମୁଦ୍ରର ଉତାଳ ତରଙ୍ଗରେ ମୁଁ ଅପେକ୍ଷା କରେ ଆଉ ଏକ ଜହ୍ନକୁ ସ୍ବପ୍ନ ବ...

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-28 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANY I feel guilty when i do not listen to conscience and act as per whims i feel guilty when something wrong happens for which the reason is me I feel guilty when i avoid duty deliberately and remain engrossed in my life and its beauty i feel guilty when i lavishly spend while my immediate neighbour is in dire need of it I feel guilty when i put a mask make thousands of compromises die and reincarnate time and again to live life the most ignoble way I feel guilty when i am not true to myself see and tolerate injustice keep mum and enjoy the comforts of life as i wish I see innocence suffers justice denied i feel guilty when i behave as if i know not anything and find excuses for my dignified silence Sunsets and shines life goes on but i carry the burden of guilt all along being too sober and gentle i expect others  to raise their voice and bring that better tomorrow which is none of my concern cop...

THE JOURNEY-4 With the sun, shower and winter overhead I walk along the thorny and lonely path Carrying  a heavy load on my back Life probably means nothing but load and walk, pain and gain And I am born to ensure it again and again The pathway lengthens, weight inflates In lateral inversion falling and rising, Leaning , jerking and arousing I run and run breathlessly ; Dreams drift away Unbearable aches repay Tear filled eyes ,physic and mind, Tired body seeks to rewind A handful of shade And eyes get closed when cool breeze beheads. Forgetting all and everything I dream again How beautiful life is shaken ! Endless is the journey  so does distasteful dullness ; The road never ends Never ends the walk In the midst of pain, I dream again Handful of earth and sky I feel as if I am a big nothing In quest of life, its definition Within the ambit of pain and pleasure Dreaming and enduring  ©® SmrutiRanjan Mohanty ଯାତ୍ରା-4 କି ଖରା କି ବର୍ଷା କି ...

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-61 BY-SMUTI RANJAN MOHANTY My father! how sweet  were those days when i was at your feet chanting your hymns siba sahasranama and mahimna stotra from morning to evening how beautiful were those moments when your temple was my lone asylum your prasad my only diet How captivating were those nights spent in repeating your name visualising your resplendence so engrossed i was could not differentiate when i was awake and when i was asleep in my conscious mind you were in my subconscious mind you were in every moment of my life i felt your presence and your sweet smile guided me in each step In a weak moment might have craved for your affluence and splendour and you gave me the whole world but took away those fulfilling moments those fascinating days and nights that innocent smile on my lips that simple mind far away from this glittering word and its lovely amenities i lost those beautiful feelings my heaven on earth what i gain...