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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 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




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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