Beyond Body and Mind

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-139
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

   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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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 atunispoetry.com, our poetry archive, GloMag etc., Poem hunter.com, Destiny poets, Different truths, YouTube.com.etc Website-smrutiweb.wordpress.com

3 thoughts on “Beyond Body and Mind

  1. Pushmaotee Subrun

    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….beautiful portrayal of a dreamworld where love is ever blossoming…

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