White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-137 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A LOOK AT ME Don't call me a poet I am not one. How can I be with so much ego, hatred and jealousy? How can I be one when I don't have the eyes to see good in others, a heart to reciprocate and a mind to acknowledge truth and beauty How can someone be who does not enjoy other's success, an island in himself who has not seen anything beyond the blue sea. One whose sun rises and sets, the day begins and night descends only for himself can hardly be a poet. Being an epitome of negativity in all its forms I only faithfully reflect myself, my selfishness, prejudice and malice for the rest. If poetry is reflecting the society for its betterment what betterment I am doing except propagating and projecting myself I need at least one more birth to love and understand poetry, appreciate others and many more births to realise, there is absolutely no difference I and my focus of jealousness are the same Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-274 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY My love! Do you want to live in a relationship? Don't you know? It is a bondage Too demanding and complicated For love to find its space It struggles to withstand The summer heat and winter rain After thousands of compromises Adjustments, permutations and combinations One never remains oneself And love loses its beauty and grace Living a while, dying most of the time One becomes a machine Enduring a patterned relationship Patterned behaviour, Permanent expectations all the while What remains is not love Something else Love dies silently Once the free birds in the blue sky Languish in a golden cage. Very few understand the meaning of love Love is too delicate to bear A demanding relationship It will wilt and fade away My love! Be my soulmate Let us meet in a different space Where there are No expectations, no cravings Only peace and bliss Love and love only Smruti Ranjan Mohantu ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-137 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A LOOK AT ME Don't call me a poet I am not one. How can I be with so much ego, hatred and jealousy? How can I be one when I don't have the eyes to see good in others, a heart to reciprocate and a mind to acknowledge truth and beauty How can someone be who does not enjoy other's success, an island in himself who has not seen anything beyond the blue sea. One whose sun rises and sets, the day begins and night descends only for himself can hardly be a poet. Being an epitome of negativity in all its forms I only faithfully reflect myself, my selfishness, prejudice and malice for the rest. If poetry is reflecting the society for its betterment what betterment I am doing except propagating and projecting myself I need at least one more birth to love and understand poetry, appreciate others and many more births to realise, there is absolutely no difference I and my focus of jealousness are the same Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-274 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY My love! Do you want to live in a relationship? Don't you know? It is a bondage Too demanding and complicated For love to find its space It struggles to withstand The summer heat and winter rain After thousands of compromises Adjustments, permutations and combinations One never remains oneself And love loses its beauty and grace Living a while, dying most of the time One becomes a machine Enduring a patterned relationship Patterned behaviour, Permanent expectations all the while What remains is not love Something else Love dies silently Once the free birds in the blue sky Languish in a golden cage. Very few understand the meaning of love Love is too delicate to bear A demanding relationship It will wilt and fade away My love! Be my soulmate Let us meet in a different space Where there are No expectations, no cravings Only peace and bliss Love and love only Smruti Ranjan Mohantu ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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