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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,



I know not how much I love her.
Should i call her the bone of my bones,
the string of my heart,
the pupil of my eyes?
I have no words to offer,
similes and metaphors awfully inadequate
to express her true grandeur

In her my past and present,
in her my future and fulfillment,
in her is salvation to all my worries,
in her the panacea to all my ills,
in her the answer to all my vexed questions,
in her lap is my heaven,
in her smile my lost paradise,
in her eyes the whole of my life.

In her i see beauty personified,
charms agglomerated.
With her scintillating beauty and unmatched elegance, she is always there to hug me with all her heart.
My love is she,
my village,
the soul of my soul,
where i truly live.

copyright@smruti ranjan 2017


My Love


I know not
how to live without you,
how can I die
when are you not around?
My love! be there
with all your passion and grandeur
till I breathe my last in your lap and
lose me in you forever.

It seems
since time immemorial
we are with each other
but time has come for
one to bid farewell
to the other.

The single entity we are,
a single pair of eyes to
look at the world, a single heart
a single pair of ears to feel life
and smell its fragrance.

All along I am with you,
feeling me in you
and you in me,
enjoying and enduring each moment
of our joy and sorrow.

It aches when a single entry
cuts into halves,
the soul is made to leave the body.
It deeply pains when you
leave the special one you love
all alone
to fight the battle of life
on his own.

You know
I can not live without you
but you can live
though there will be
hardly any life in you.

In between you and me
there is a thread of love
which will be there
when I will be no more
that love and longing
will make your pain endure
and let my vermilion shine
with all its colour.

Be sure my love!
I am always yours
always with you
here and hereafter

copyright@smrutranjan 11.7.2017

Life unfolds its pages.


When the present
becomes too much to bear,
life a burden and endless struggle,
when heart bleeds in love,
eyes moist with tears,
mind goes back to you my love,
to that pink envelope,
the piece of paper with crimson glow,
where dwells my heart,
wherein inscribed your love
in golden letters

Life unfolds its pages.
The past reincarnates.
Heart and soul, body and mind,
eyes and ears dance in joy.
You come with all your splendour
like the silver moon
from behind the bank of clouds,
touch me, touch my body and mind,
take me away
to the heaven of love,
where there is none but you and me
in love with each other.

How can i forget
the day we parted,
the day when you were forced
to tie knot with someone else,
leaving me and our love midway.
I could see your heart wounded
bleeding in love, tears pouring on your cheeks, body and mind shattered in fear of losing someone you loved.

Neither you lost me, nor i lost you.
They just made us depart
to meet at a different level.
Two physical bodies forced to
bid farewell to each other,
but love is beyond body and mind,
it never dies and no one can let it
and our love remained where it was.
We are very much alive in each other
in each other’s feelings and emotions
and your last letter
written in blood and tear tell it all,
you are mine
always with me forever.

As and when life betrays me,
I come back to my love, your letter
read it again, smell you, feel your touch, drench me with all your colours and become one with you once more.

©smrutiranjan 7.7.2018

I Am What I Am


I am what i am, the same everywhere,
be it in the blue sky or deep in the ocean,
be it in the sacred corners of a temple
or in the graveyard, i am always the same
very true and honest to myself.

Years have passed.
Everything around me changed
bur i remained the same over the ages
with my basic instincts
hardly undergoing any change.

My love is as fragile as my hatred,
my emotions and feelings are
as transitory as water bubbles.
The scenario keeps on changing
so also i and the colours of my life
and my actions and reactions are always guided by motives, largely defined
in terms of happiness and sorrow
pain and pleasure.

Love, friendship, brotherhood,
everything i call divine
are but my interests in different guise.
I do not have a past, live in the exclusive present expecting a brighter future to come by.
no one is my friend, no one is my enemy
No one is near and no one is far away
for me nothing is permanent
and nothing except my own interests
define me better, my past, present and future.

©smrutiranjan 5.7.2018

A Look at Life-14


A chair on wheels
is all that you have
to move and look
at the world
which is not
as it was.

You are on your last leg,
confined to bed
interacting and socializing
with an unknown face
but still dreaming and hoping
a better future for your kids to come by.
All of you are alike,
never desire anything for self,
live every bit of life
for the sake of those
who have their own life
to live by.

The ocean of love and sacrifice
is in a small well
having no takers
for what she says.
The pupil of her eyes
so engrossed in their world
have little time to stand and stare

Nothing has changed.
You remained the same
and the world around.
Your blood even today
are true to yourself.
Everything remained the same,
only time has changed
and with change in time
changed the priorities of life
and the values and emotions of man.

(copyright@smrutiranjan 2.7.2015)



I doubt if anyone in need of it.
if you seek it,
either you are at the receiving end
or an enlightened one.

Unless you have it within,
how can you expect it to be in the world around, how can you pour it on others without getting a few drops on yourself.

Whatever you see and whatever you don’t,
are but your own extension, your own negativity and ingrained habits firmly entrenched in others.
when you are struggling with your instincts
how do you expect the world to be free from it.

Look within and find the treasure,
it is very much in you, nurture it with love and passion, let the fragrance of peace spread in every nook and corner.
you will never have to think about world peace,
it will descend, as a boon and bliss, on its own

copyright@smrutiranjan12.3. 2018

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 me, 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 passion or else I may become another machine.
I don’t want to be a machine working out of compulsion, twenty-four hours without love and hatred, feelings and involvement,
but a man doing multiple roles with feelings and emotion.
Definitely not a machine, a human being I am,
will live and die for what I love, fancy and hold high

Very difficult to endure life,
breath in an atmosphere
where everything is patterned,
love, feelings, behaviour, interaction, expectation and reciprocation with hardly any space for innovation and improvisation.
Not so easy to live with reality,
with rationality guiding you at step each.
Better to have a break,
to take a flight to the world of dreams, fancies, and fantasies.
For a change let me do something
I enjoy, which my inner being accepts,
my heart reciprocates and lets me dance in ecstasy and joy

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
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A Look At Life-3


You were there,
when non was with.
You will be there,
when non will be

In between,
from cradle to the grave,
You were all along,
looking at me with loving eyes,
Caring for my needs,
butt never interfering,
leaving me to live on
my own wish.

I moved away from you,
fooled myself with
Your lovely gadgets,
my independent wish,
and made life
a horrible mess

My Lord!
forgive and
give me
one more birth
to meditate and pray,
and promise,
nott to tag me
in n your cosmic Maya
once again.

copyright@smruti ranjan 4.6 2015

The Unique ‘I’



definitely, i am not you
and you are me
we are different
neither you are inferior to me
nor i am superior to you
we are unique in our own way
let our relationship flourish
on the appreciation of that unique i

look around
just impossible to find two things alike
even two things from a source may look alike but they are not exactly the same
there lies the beauty and mystery of creation, the craftsmanship of the almighty
there is always one, nothing like two
one and one makes two
but two exact ones are not possible
how can you make them combine into two?

The most intelligent cannot compare
with the dullest of the dull
both excel in their own field
and there is hardly anything to compare in between

you are socialised to look at things
in a particular way
you call someone beautiful and someone ugly and your views are shaped as per the attributes of beauty forced into your mind since childhood
you call someone good and someone bad
as per the collective conscience and the values you internalised
the window through which you look at
is the society in which you are born and groomed
the reality is you are as beautiful as good and as intelligent as anyone else

the way to a beautiful life lies
in accepting and appreciating the reality that we are unique and different in our own way
our unique difference is to make us
complement and supplement
and interdependent to meet each others
need and requirement

we will remain unique
till at a different level, we meet
and become one where remains
nothing except that all-pervasive unique ‘i’
the vast ocean of consciousness and bliss
wherein melt all ego and identity

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©2019
All Copyrights Reserved

The First Kiss



life on earth is poetry
the innate urge to unfold
its grace and beauty is poetry
poetry is the smile on a child’s lips
the thread that binds the whole of humanity

poetry is your lover’s first kiss
poetry is that pink envelope wherein treasured your love and its beauty
poetry is lover’s paradise
a perennial stream of boon and bliss

poetry is those intimate moments you share with your love with lips
locked and soul hugging each other
poetry is meadows and mountains, rivers and rivulets, deserts and oceans and all those which touch you, your heart and soul
with their spellbinding beauty

poetry is that old man’s love
who has lost his wife
the anguish, apathy and alienation of
man struggling to live a life
poetry is society, its values and beliefs
sorrows and happiness, unfulfilled desires, shattered dreams and dramas
and hope for a better life

when the earth romances with the first rain
the rays of the rising sun
embraces the blooming lotus, the dancing lily touches the silver moon, when joy and ecstasy know no bounds, when sorrows become too much to bear, the lines of poetry emerge and take you to a world
hitherto unknown

to all these i am a passive onlooker
living a prosaic life with no rhythm and rhyme
for me poetry is a lonely man’s lone walk
on the empty corridor of life
my poetry not with me
lost it way since
could not muster enough strength
to tell her i love you
for which i am not me all through

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©2019
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