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
yesterday, today and tomorrow
what happened, what is happening
and what will happen
the past, present and future
the jellyfish evolved man and godhood
all there in
Nothing is new
nothing like inventing
only rediscovering things
that already exist
nothing like evolving
only knowing oneself
knowing one’s real nature
that he in fact is
When a part of reality manifests
someone in perfect tune conceives
and a law of gravitation
a theory of relativity
comes into our domain
which are there long since
Everything there in the brain
but under lock and key
when someone unlocks
the lock in the spine
raises his consciousness from
the mundane to divine
he gets access to the ocean of knowledge
already there and becomes
a valmiki, a basista
an evolved and enlightened one
god in fact
Nothing like love
if you have it
the whole word is yours
if you don’t
just a beggar you are
It introduces you
takes you to the source
from where you have come
to where ultimately you go
It makes your more complete
and true to yourself
brings you closer to the real you
which in fact you are
nothing but love and pure love
It lets you forget the make-belief differences you always find and guard between you and others it takes you to that state of mind where you closely identify yourself with others and become one with them
It makes you realise how futile it is to
nurture negative emotions
by having it you only harm yourself
in another way like someone
relishing its own blood for a moment
By loving others you only love yourself
by hating others you only hate yourself
a lover knows what love is all about
it takes you to that blissful state of mind
it gives you that ecstasy
and unalloyed pleasure which the whole world with all its affluence, beauty and
splendour can hardly fathom
A continuous endeavour in pursuit of peace,
Often equated with happiness,
Which is not.
Happiness is a transitory phenomenon
In between two sorrows
While peace is a permanent treasure
When it descends deserts none
To conceive of world peace is a myth
When individuals are at war
With emotions and instincts
Anxieties and ambitions
With naked self-interest parading high and high In the guise of virtue.
Mentally still in the primitive society,
It is a battle of each against all
Balance of terror
Is something we aim at,
Intend to have that scenario
Where each state strong enough
To inflict unacceptable damage upon the other And ensure that each state lives in perpetual Fear of the other.
Fear by its very nature
Can never be the basis of world peace.
Mental peace of the individuals
Inhabiting the world
Can be the only basis for sustainable peace.
Peace is not a commodity
To be purchased at a price
Nor it will come out as euphoria
From any international agreement.
It is to be sought within
We have come out of peace
Obvious we are in search of it
Since cradle to the grave.
Life is a journey for peace and peace only
At the end of the day
Everybody needs peace.
Behind every human action
The driving force is peace
We all are searching for peace
But in the wrong ways
Only we are to change direction and peep inside And realise our real nature
Which is nothing
But truth bliss and absolute
Where ever you go whatever you do
Until you content yourself
Something to be carefully harvested
And meticulously nurtured
Nothing and nothing but
Self-introspection and realisation
Can save the world from complete annihilation
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
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,
It’s chill and charm and that long waiting
To give meaning to that eternal love and longing
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 girl of my dreams once more
Come once again with your filigree smile
Drooping eyes and quivering lips
I could see you, see your body, it’s 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
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
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
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.
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.
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