Something I Look At-416 Poem by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

SOMETHING I LOOK AT- 416
BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

As I Slowly Move Toward the End

As I slowly drift toward the great unknown,
I don't know why your faces calmly return.
The closer I come to the end,
the more I feel how hollow my journey has been without you—
empty, solitary, and pathetic.

Life has lost its rhythm, its music, its warmth, its meaning.
Each day and night feels like a burden I quietly carry.
And this strange thought keeps circling—
that my life began with you,
and in the end
will dissolve into you.

People surround me,
the world moves on.
But no presence feels as real
as yours—
my father,
my mother.

I have never found
in any other eyes that same love,
that same quiet care, that deep, wordless understanding.

Who else could read
the silence in my eyes,
feel the ache behind my smile,
know the storm beneath my calm?
Who else could celebrate my joys without envy,
or grieve my losses
without needing words?

Since you left, I live in a world
poor in feeling—where no one really listens, no one truly sees.

Without you, my life feels half-lived.
My happiness is dimmed,
my sorrow left unheard.
No one senses my pain as you did.
No one stands beside my joy like you once did.

I have never seen God.
But I saw you—
and that was enough.
You were my truth in a cold world of changing wants
and fleeting bonds.

I was once a part of you.
One day, I will return to that place—
to that love.
And that thought
is the only comfort I live with.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©
India
28.5.2025
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