A Look -380 Poem by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

A LOOK-380

Your Lips

When your lips become quiet,
quiet becomes the world—
where you silently reign.

The wind stops blowing,
rivers and rivulets cease to flow,
the tides recede.

The air grows heavy
when frantic searches yield nothing,
when eyes cannot find you,
when ears fail to hear you—
life sinks into the abyss.

In your absence,
time stands still.
The air loses freshness,
flowers fade in colour,
the sun loses its warmth,
the moon its coolness.
Birds do not chirp,
stars forget to twinkle—
life turns into a poignant tragedy.

You know not
what you mean to me,
how I feel
when your shadow disappears,
when I no longer see you
in my mind's eye.

You are that beautiful dream,
that precious feeling
that keeps me moving
against time and tide,
against all adversities.

Keep whispering,
or I may fall
into a silence so deep
I may never return.

Please—
keep murmuring,
if not for you, for me—
for the one who values your presence
more than his life.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©
13.8.2025, India
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