Author Archives: Smruti

About Smruti

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, our poetry archive, GloMag etc., Poem, Destiny poets, Different truths,

A Life Wasted



How pathetic looking back
to that beautiful garden dying
leaving a few green patches
struggling to breathe and remain alive.
The thread that binds, the love that sustains
in moments when things are nice and fine
hardly withstand the midday sun.
A winter shower shatters all, bonds, ties and tie ups
and land you in a solitary asylum
where one finds none
How difficult to accept the truth
to realise the reality,
a life believed to have been lived to the full was, in fact, a life wasted and lost
in mundane deeds and fragile relationships.

Future looks hazy
with the hangover of the past chasing
and the reality of the present pinching,
life is never easy.
I am in a cocoon,
neither it leaves me nor i live in it,
with my heart and mind in chains, neither i come out of the past nor accept the present, sway in between, having no future, absolutely nothing to look at.
Caught in a noman’s land with no options but to silently endure the moments,
wait for a sad and unceremonious end
and accept the reality of life which majestically stands on man and his selfish needs and changing priorities.




Never is the woman a burden
who carried you all along.
Never can she be a burden who put
you on her shoulder to show you the skyline.
Never she is a liability who lived her whole
life for you and inculcated in you
the drive to look at the moon.

Don’t kill her when she is still alive
If you tore her heart into pieces
each piece will have your name inscribed.
if you bring tears to her eyes
each drop will reflect you and tell
different stories, each more vivid and poignant than the other.

It is she incarnate in you
Peep into her heart
it is you who reign there.
Don’t break it
you will only break yourself
don’t put fire in that beautiful garden
you will only burn yourself.
Look at her eyes which only see you
listen to her heart that only beats for you, she is flowing in your every artery and vein, her whole being is you.

Look at her
the poetry of love and dedication
only needs a bit of it
to carry her a little further.
Don’t think she is a burden, she is your first and last line of defence, always with you forever.
Make her life cup full
you will get the ocean in return.

copyright@smrutiranjan 7.9.2017

My Teacher

Short of words to explain the man he was,
my teacher and father late Raj kishore Mohanty

Happy and contented he was.
No looking back, no regrets
for what he had not done,
what he had not accomplished,
no wishes except a desire
for a calm and peaceful end
to his serene and beautiful life.

No complaint against life.
Nothing against anyone
A life surrendered at the feet of his guru,
a life lived for his students,
for their wellbeing and betterment.

He loved his students,
loved going miles on his bicycle
to see his students smile, to solve
their problems, to be with them
when they are in need.

Never ran after any other identity.
A teacher he was, a born teacher
that was the only identity he had.
For him there was hardly any difference
between his own kids and
the students he took care.
A son had to elevate himself to
the level of a student to know
what his father actually was.

For him veda is mathematics
and mathematics is veda
life is death in motion
and death is life in motion
and one can live and enjoy both
if one has the will to do so.

Till the very end
lived life to the full,
spreading the messages of his guru,
working for the triumph of humanity,
inspiring others to live and let live .
Enjoyed his death while in sleep,
passed to the other side of consciousness
with head high and a smile on lips,
proving his own saying,
one can enjoy death the way
one enjoys life
if the surrender is complete.
©smrutiranjan 5.9.2018

Some Come Here


Some come here, never to leave
To remain forever in the hearts of millions
To inspire generations yet to come

Some come here to reassure us
Still, there is hope, truth and love
And enough space to move on

Some come here to let us know
The value of commitment, duty and honesty
Love, life and humanity

For some life is full and fulfilling
Larger than immortality
Beyond space and time

Some come here to tell us
The world is still a beautiful place to live in
Only we are to know how to live and let live

Some lead from the front
Never at any cost make a compromise with Humanity and the values they love the most

Some are born
To live beyond life, time and space
And celebrate the victory of life over death

©smrutiranjan 25.8.2018

I Am Your Servant



My Lord!
the more I run away from you,
the more I feel alienated,
the more I think
I am walking on my own
the more I deceive myself,
the more miserable I become.

The moment I think,
I am the doer,
You move away from my vision,
the darkness of the universe descends,
life becomes too heavy a burden,
living a meaningless struggle.

Under the spell of maya
I come again and again,
forget You, our relation.
You always lure me
with your wealth and splendour,
I fall an easy prey to it and consider
Your affluence as the be all and end all,
deprive me of You, Your bliss
and make a mess of my life

Please remind me as and when l go wrong.
My Lord! a servant remains a servant,
can he ever become master of his own?
What to do with your wealth?
Let me remain where i was,
at your lotus feet, my love and treasure

The meaning of my life
lies only in carrying out Your orders,
not in carrying myself
looking after Your affluence, doing Your work, without being involved,
as a servant and caretaker.
My life and its fulfilment
lies not in gratifying my senses,
feeding my ego and appetite,
but in real surrender at thy feet

I may run away,
may commit a thousand mistakes,
but the Master is the Master,
He can never go wrong.
Wherever and in whichever situation I am,
my chain is forever in Your hand.
You are always my master,
be with me, be on my lips, be before my eyes in my moment’s of bliss and idiocy,
misadventure and stupidity.

You are my only possession.
Without You, Your gift, my life on earth is meaningless like a flower
without hue and fragrance.
Here nobody and nothing is mine.
Let me have you in me, the only reality
in all my moments, conscious
subconscious and unconscious

My lord!
if my love is true,
my craving is genuine,
let me surrender with my heart and soul.
A servant can only beg for his Master’s mercy,
be with me, be it heaven or hell, hardly matter,
guide and see me through Your cosmic illusion and let me remain Your servant forever, here and hereafter.

© smrutiranjan 18.8.2018



Independence is a state of mind
A way of life
To be internalised and nourished
To make one independent
Of pride and prejudice
Hatred and jealousy
Violence and fanaticism
Fear and false vanity
And all those negative emotions
That make one badly respond
To whims and irrationality

It is beautifully reflected
In what you think
In what you do
How you approach life
And look at others
With whom you interact
With whom you do not

It is an atmosphere
That offers you the best
To be your own sell
An opportunity to flower and flourish
And make your dream a reality

It is not a licence
To do anything
You feel like
Is always subject to decency and morality
And other’s right to enjoy
The same with all dignity

copyright@smruti Ranjan 16.8.2015



Never go away
In you lies my entire life
Its ups and downs
Its beauty and glamour
And all that i loved and relished
Over the years

Let me go down
The memory lane
To my early childhood
To feel the warmth of relationships
Mother’s touch and father’s love
Teacher’s concern and sister’s affection
And the carefree life
Lead in the scenic beauty of nature

Take me
To the glorious days of youth
Colourful and fascinating
To feel the nicest of relationships
I have ever had
And the drive and motivation
With which I worked

Just hang on a bit
For i die to see once more
That beauty under the veil
And feel those most fulfilling moments
That made my life sheer poetry
On earth

The Moment
Stay a while
I am to see life once again
Give me a bit of you
I know the next is not mine

copyright@smrutiranjan 4.8.2015

I Am Opening My Heart


From this side
I am stretching my hands,
from that side, you come forward,
give me your hand,
we will walk hand in hand
on the path of peace and prosperity
and rewrite the history of mankind.

Neither you know me, nor I know you,
why so much of hatred and jealousy in between.
Nothing is common between you and me,
except we share the same feelings
to flower and flourish and live
a beautiful life in peace and amity.

I am opening my heart, you open yours,
only a single heart beating for the sake of humanity and the victory of love and life,
nothing in between you and me except our make belief man-made identity.

Open your eyes, I am opening mine.
Look at history, written in the blood of fallen martyrs, the battles and wars fought over the years to satisfy a few, their ego, greed and vanity.

Let us open the closed window to look at each other and see the sad panorama of human woes and listen to the poignant tales of many, the voice of their wounded hearts and shattered dreams

My friend! we have every right to dream a better tomorrow, where reign supreme peace, truth and love, no frontier and ego to jealously guard, a just world order, where justice never denied, and equal opportunity for all irrespective of region, religion, caste, creed and colour allowed.

©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty 26.7.2018

Unsung Heroes


The fallen martyrs
Fighting a lone battle
In their solitary asylums
In a no man’s land

The unsung heroes
Of many wars
Silently languishing
In their lost paradise
Enduring the bitter agony of life

Where are those eyes
That suppressed the voice of innocence
Where are those ears
That never listened to
The sad panorama of human woes
Where are those hands
That deprived the poorest of the poor
A roof to stay under
And a piece of bread
To keep the body and mind together

Where is that mind
That desired everything for its own
And the pen
That subdued the wisest of the wise
For petty interests of some

For whom you lived
Fought a battle of unequal
And made a hell of your life
Have left you all alone
To silently witness
The crumbling relics of your empire
To rethink and reassess
And wait for the unceremonious martyrdom

copyright@smruti ranjan 24.7.2015

Lost in You


Nothing lures me,
neither the beauty of the present nor the glamour of future,
no present to live in, no future to look for
i am in my solitary asylum, but not all alone.

You are with me, every minute
every second,
your sweet memory never allows me
to live alone, captivates and enthralls me
and makes me feel as if i am in love for the first time.

I am completely lost in you,
always in your lap my sweetheart,
recapitulating and brooding over the lovely moments we had

Mumtaj ! I am in my cell, far away from the calculative world, what a better place could i have aspired for?
No one near, no royal grandeur,
no diplomacy and warfare, it is only you, whom i see and feel, talk to, and fall in love
as and when i want to.

copyright@smrutiranjan 15.7.2017