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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,

Death a Mental State



When it seems all over
Life sprouts
From the ashes of the past once more
Only you need a bit of silence to feel it
A bit of science, a bit of art to realise it
A pair of eyes to see it, acknowledge
Its never-ending beauty and grandeur
A pair of ears to listen to the symphony of life
And lose yourself in its music forever

Look around
Where is death?
It is only life everywhere
Life and its changing colours
Each more bright and beautiful than the other
Atoms and molecules bubbling with vitality
Energy in various forms
Subtle vibrations
Electrons orbiting around the nucleus
Even what you call death
Is life in another form
Death is more a state of mind
Than a physical phenomenon
One who has not seen life in death
Has never lived his life.

It depends on how you define life
It is an urge to expand, manifest, unfold,
Contract and expand
To keep pace with change and maintain
Its existence under all circumstance
It is an urge to live and transform
That differentiates living from the dead
When you lose that urge
You are dead when still alive
Other than this there is no other death
Where one is completely annihilated
Without becoming anything else.

Keep that urge alive
That will never let you die
You will see the beauty of life in death
It is just a transition to take you from
One state of consciousness to another
From one station to the other
On the eternal journey of life
With a vibrant body and new lease of life

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©


Do You Need To Tell Me?


you don’t need to tell me
i know who i am
a nonentity struggling for an identity in the vast multitude of humanity
living in a world where success
so difficult to come by
i often ask me a question
if i succeed, will it make me a man?

what to do with success
if that will take me away from my small world
from the things i love, the people i love to be with
what to do with recognition and appreciation if that will make me someone else, alien to myself

what to do with all my affluence if my conscience deserts me, my feelings, emotions and gestures never remain mine
when nobody with me to share my accomplishment and agony

what to do with that glittering world
where my own do not have places to live in
where my childhood friend can’t hug me
men and women of my village cannot identify with me, my riches and success
and look at me as if i am not their own
someone who has come from another heaven

of what use that success?
if it snatches away that innocent smile from my face
of what use that pelf and power
that makes me a virtual beggar
begging for an ounce of love and tear
in a noman’s land

i am happy as i am
with my modest possessions i am the king of my world, do not need anything more
that will take me away from my heart and soul
let me remain as i am, an unknown man
with petty dreams and tiny pleasures
i don’t want to part with my simplicity
my innocent mind and conscience
and live in a pseudo world of treachery and hypocrisy where castles are built in air
love and relationships crucified to satisfy one’s hunger, greed and fancy

there was no fanfare when i was born
my death will be uneventful
let me live and remain the way i am
with all that i value and love
in the midst of love and tears
genuine feelings and emotions
and die a peaceful death in open air and broad daylight, in presence of near and dear
do i need anything more?
©smrutiranjan 12.10.2918
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The Queen of Night



Oh, the queen of the night!
I will never succumb to your first kiss
Come with your fascinating attire,
Put the whole of me on fire
Come with all your grace and charm
Seduce me, make me fall in love with
Knock at me, knock at my closed door,
Again and again, to win me, win my body, mind and Heart

I know not how many times I am here
How many times we met and part
But as and when I come
You chase me like a mad beloved
To meet me, feel my touch and feel me deep inside

My love!
We part to meet and meet to part
That defines our love and romance
But our joy and ecstasy
Only for a few moments
Then begins the tedious journey of life,
Its chill and charm and that long waiting
To give meaning to that eternal love and longing

My love!
Waiting for you since long
I know you are behind my back
Since the day I am here.
Come in front, face to face
Come with your spellbinding grandeur
I will unveil that veil and
See the queen of my dreams once more

My love!
Come once again with your filigree smile
Drooping eyes and quivering lips
I could see you, see your body, its curves
Speaking volumes of your love and longing
Make me full and complete
Look at me, hug me, take me in your hands
Lett me see how spellbinding my fiancee is

©smrutiranjan 23.8.2018
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Beyond Body and Mind



Decades we spent
Enduring and dreaming a life
That never came by
Decades we lived in ourselves
Thinking about each other all the way
Respecting each other’s feelings and dignity
Without trespassing into other’s domain
Probably that is love at its very best
More fulfilling than thousand marriages

Decades passed
Neither I tried to meet you
Not you tried to meet me
We remained in each other as a sweet memory
Love those years
I never spent in grief and despair
But in weaving dreams of love
More fascinating than the real world
We enjoyed our dreams the way
One enjoys the summer shower
And bright sunshine in a chill morning

Days and years passed
We lived in each other’s dream
In dreams, our love unfolded
In dreams, love matured
Bloomed into a beautiful flower
And found its ultimate fulfilment
When love degenerates into a relationship
It loses its grace and beauty
Love is beyond relationships
It neither needs a mind to conceive it,
Nor a body to express it
It is beyond body and mind, a feeling, a state of consciousness where one truly lives.
Love is too delicate to withstand
The scorching heat of sun and pears of shower,
Ego, arrogance and burden of a demanding relationship
It can not thrive in a society
Where jealousy and malice, treachery and hypocrisy Is the go of life.

After decades
When we at last met
I could never see those grey hairs, sunken eyes,
Tired hands and legs, ageing body and mind
I could only see my teenage love
Coming rushing to me with petals of love fluttering
Dancing eyes, quivering lips, and the aroma of
Wilted petals intoxicating me,
Taking me to the heaven of relationships,
My dreams and ecstasy
Where winds never stop blowing
Where rivers never stop flowing
Where there is perennial spring
Where cuckoo never stops singing
Where love never ages
Always in its teens.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©

  1. 2019
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I am in Love


         I AM IN LOVE

for a change
we just looked at each other
and the rest is history
life unfolded its beauty like never before

we are in love once more
how soon everything changed
and the world became so beautiful and fascinating once again

i looked at you
you are the same, no signs of ageing, no wrinkles, no black spots,
i could see nothing, only sense that ageless heart beating for the sake of love
those beautiful eyes, dancing dimples, rosy cheeks, quivering lips, drooping eyes and inviting gestures telling me
it is not all over
still, there is enough in us
to captivate each other for years together

love is always in its youth
love never grows old, it is as it was
much before when we first fell in love
we don’t feel it, feel its warmth and beauty because we never look at it
the way we used to look at it
life is all about finding that love
rediscovering the moments
and passion for each other

life is living gracefully
falling in love with one’s love
falling in love with oneself
and life again and again
irrespective of the situation
and its constraints

my love!
truth is in front of me, in my eyes
truth is in front of you, in your eyes
let nothing come in between
i and you, we and our love
and let us live life in love and passion
till we are here

©smrutiranjan 30.9.2018
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The Mahatma



Not merely a word
Not even a noun or adjective
He is the pulse of a nation
Cause of million smiles
And a ray of light in utter darkness

He was not a man
But an institution
An ocean in a drop of water.
He is our Bapu
The beats of a thousand hearts
The hopes of millions of people
Fighting against violence, injustice and fanaticism from across the world

He is the father of the nation
Who proved nothing is impossible
If one is committed to truth and nonviolence, practice it in thought, words and deeds,
means what he says,
remains the same
both inside and outside

The problem is not with his ideology
It still holds good, still the same as it was
The problem is with us
We are not pure,
true to ourselves
We say something which we are not actually
Hypocrisy is our biggest weapon with which
We fight and hope to win the battle of life

To the Mahatma
No goal is as important as the means
All through his life, he made no compromises
With what he held high
Truth, nonviolence and peace.

To be a Mahatma is not easy
To be free from hypocrisy, hatred, jealousy and negativity in all its forms is a yogi’s dream.
We have a million problems
Coz we are not his worthy successors
Coz we see the goals not the means
Coz we accepted Gandhiji but forgot the values for which he fought for.
We do not understand him
What to follow his teachings?
The moment one starts following his footsteps he will be himself,
a man in the pursuit of all that is best.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
2.10 .2019
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The Immortal ‘I’



The unknown and infinite
that precedes and succeeds
the known and finite
is as real as the present, we live in.
I never feel
there was a time
when I was not,
there will ever be a time
when I will not be.
Despite repeated attempts, I failed to die,
failed miserably to annihilate me.
I have felt my body dying,
seen people around me crying
and taking me to the funeral pyre,
the physical body burning into ashes,
merging with its sources,
earth, air, water, fire and space.
When everything seems exhausted and consumed by time, when people say I am dead
I feel me, my existence the same way as I was feeling before, vibrant, full of life and consciousness.
I feel as if I am the immortal ‘l’
beyond space, causation and time.
It seems as if nothing has happened
I don’t see death
but life undergoing changes and transformations everywhere,
whatever I see and what lies beyond my vision and perception.
I witness the whole process,
the drama of evolution and involution,
birth, growth, death and rebirth as separate states of the cosmic consciousness,
as a separate entity beyond body and mind.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
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I am the Woman who made you a Man



I gave you birth,
but for me, you are here.
but for me, you are what you are
a man with a distinct identity.
It is because of my touch of grace,
your world is so beautiful and fascinating.
When I am not with you, how horrible and wretched life is, no one knows it better than you.
Forget not
Without me, you are in the abyss,
don’t have a sky overhead
and earth to stand on.

In the form of a mother, sister, lover, friend and wife
I nourished you all long without expecting anything even your love and concern in return.
In my loving care
you survived and grew into a man
All along I stood by you,
looking after your wants, comforts, necessities and luxuries without caring for my own.
You, your manhood, affluence, status and position stand on my sweat and blood.
But you are never prepared to accept me as someone at par, an equal partner in all your endeavour
You treat me as a lesser mortal
who has come from a different island to play
a role as you wish and desire

Your biggest problem is your male ego and mine is accepting the same without hesitation.
Give me my due!
Who has been with you in every summer, complementing and supplementing you in every manner?
Honour me, honour the women in me, my dignity, or else you will reap the consequence.
Remember your golden Lanka is not forever.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© 10.7.19
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Peace and Bliss



May be on Moon or Mars,
Jupiter or Earth,
it hardly matters where you are,
heaven or hell,
no peace,.
until you are at peace with yourself
with your immediate neighbour
and the rest of the word.

No peace
until you realise,
you need it more for yourself
than anyone else.
No peace,
till nations realise
peace is the first condition of development
without which life on earth is at stake.

Enough nuclear warheads you have,
to destroy the world many times.
Why do you need more?
Of what use this arms race
that keeps each on their toes
and let them live in perpetual terror,
in constant fear of each other.

Enough fortune,
pelf, power and recognition you have
Of what use they are
if one is constantly at war with himself
More happy is a contented man
than a rich possessive individual,
whose thirst and hunger, nothing can satisfy.
Contentment is the gateway to heaven and
peace opens it for one to enter into the kingdom of bliss and happiness.

At the end of the day
what do you need?
It is peace and nothing else
If you have it
you are the king of what you see
If you don’t have it
In the midst of plenty and power
you are just a big nothing.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
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Fear Not



To bid farewell
To someone I love
Is very difficult
But I am to bid farewell
To those lovely eyes
Which only see me
To that beautiful heart
Which only beats for me
And to those nicest of moments
Which are completely mine

Let me see those eyes
Smile for someone else
Let me see that heart
Speak for someone else
Let me see my life
Through that someone else

You are to go away
And crucify your love
For the sake of my life
Which is so dear to you
And move on that unknown path
To give meaning and substance
To what we love

Love is beautiful
But life is a reality
You are to choose the latter
If it is a betrayal
Then in that betrayal
Lies the beauty of life
And fulfilment of love

For the sake of your love
For the sake of my life
You are to embrace the new
For you know
Your present has no future
And the days are numbered

Fear not
He will be no stranger
You will see me in him
Feel me in the poetry of his love
And your beautiful world
Will never be alien to me

His eyes will be mine
His heart will be mine
His feelings will be mine
His whole being will be mine
For I am to live my death
Through him and him only

copyright@smrutiranjan 11.9.2015