Smruti Ranjan Mohanty, O.F.S, son of Raj Kishore and Shantilata Mohanty, born at Padmapur, Jagatsinghpur, Odisha on 1.1.1963 is a multilingual poet, essayist and writer. He is a published poet and writer and a featured poet of PENTASI B World Friendship Poetry. His writings include essays, short stories, poems and novels which are published in newspapers and in various national and international magazines, journals and anthologies. Working as Finance Officer in Govt of Odisha, he writes extensively on life, its beauty and intricacies which are widely acclaimed.
Poems are published in Mother Anthology by Hall of Poets, Voices of Aspirants by Poetry Planet, Mother by Poetry for Peace, Let the men speak for peace, Aroma of wilting petals, Anupam Bharat, Sourav, The Rock Pebbles, Symphony of Souls, Serious &Hilarious, Heartistry, World poetry on let there be peace, Complexion based discrimination global insight, Thought and Nature Anthology, New Creative Anteriority, Spring Window to peace, Indo African Anthology, Love at first sight, Spilling Essences, You and Me, A new beginning, Heart to Heart, Only you, My Valentine, Whispering Hearts, Poetic Rainbow, Fragrance of Asia, The Harmony, Sahitya Anand, East meets the West, Symphony of Peace, Pearls of Poesy, Ambrosia, International Anthology on Autism, Stars, Sky and Poiesis, Rain Drops of Love, Smrutire Parijat, Peace Lover, GloMag, Feb 2019, Tranquil Muse, Medley of Melodies, Nostalgia, Rise to Higher Essence, Cherry Toppings, Inked Thoughts, Whispering Poiesis, Rippling of Peace, Creative Anteriority, World for Piece, Traumas on Widows, Holistic Healing of Widow, The Global Literati Insights Research Journal, 1st issue 2018 etc. Poems are also featured in online magazines like atunispoetry.com, our poetry archive, GloMag etc., Poem hunter.com, Destiny poets, Different truths, YouTube.com.etc
A LOOK AT LIFE-70 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY . INNER ME
Other than you and your world There is another world Which is exclusively mine Where I love to live in my own way With my dreams and fancies. The ‘only me’ comes out To live my passed away life I dance under the limitless sky Talk to myself Weave thousands of dreams Give my unfulfilled desires and wishes Wings to fly When all relationships end A special relationship develops With the inner me With whom I talk and share my feelings, Hidden and unexpressed.
My problem is I know others more than I know me. I am more concerned with their Happiness and sorrow and More focussed on them. I am so engrossed Hardly I find any quality time for me My life is in fact A life wasted on others In jealousy and comparison I am not a yogi I suffer and the cause of my suffering Is none else but my undoing and illusion.
I have never looked at me Beyond a dream. That is why I am still struggling with Pair of opposites Mine and thine Sorrow and happiness Pain and pleasure Love and jealousy Anger and humour Agony and ecstasy Honesty and hypocrisy Success and failure Heaven and hell Death and life Nothing remains When the dream disappears.
I don’t know where do I stand. I don’t know whether I am in the real world or in the world of dreams. I don’t know the yardstick of good and bad, success and failure and the parameter of judging in a world of relativity, bias, prejudice and changing priorities But one thing I am sure, I am the best and no one is like me, none can ever be and it is I and none else who can better define me
Madness is life Unless you are mad How can you live life How can you live with an unacceptable present, Inglorious past, an uncertain future, On terms and conditions which are not your own. So difficult to endure life Unless you are after something, An individual, a set of values, a pursuit, Art, music, dance, acting, painting, Reading, writing, prose, poetry or storytelling. How difficult to live those long days and nights Unless you are after a feeling, Love, hatred, ego, jealousy, Pride, greed, anger and vanity. Life becomes a long dream Devoid of colour and flavour Unless you run mad after A craving, an ambition, a desire genuine, An object of beauty, an ocean, meadows, Mountains, a beautiful man or woman. Unless you come under a spell of madness You never enjoy life You just live it without passion Like a machine on duty. Baring a few rationals Most live and enjoy life Baring a few All are mad to an extent Only the degree of madness varies Only one has to ensure His madness does not come in between others Coz it is always subject to Law, decency and morality And ratification by one’s own conscience.
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