Something I Look At-462 Poem by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-462
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

Thousands of poems
I have composed,
yet I found my poetry incomplete
until I found you,
my finest poetry , my love
without whom life is like a flower without hue.
None of my poems—nor anyone else's—
can ever match
the beauty of your smile,
the depth of your dancing eyes,
the crimson glow of your whispering lips.

I have read poets of different eras,
dived deep into the heart of their verses,
yet none can equal
the symmetry of your form,
the flow in each of your movements,
their effortless, unmatched grace.
The finest craft of the Almighty
stands luminous amid lesser stars.

Your eyes speak so much
that your lips need not speak.
Your presence alone creates waves
no sea can ever imagine.
No ornament can equal your elegance,
no simile or metaphor can capture
the way you are.

You arrive without words
and leave my heart gently altered.

You are my masterpiece.
After seeing you,
my eyes forget every other face.
After hearing you,
my ears lose interest
even in the cuckoo's call
and the nightingale's song.

My lines desert me.
The dimples on your cheeks
weave lyrics of love
no written line can rival.
Your dreamy eyes carry me to an island
where even I forget myself.

In your silence, I learn
why words were never enough.

My pen falls quiet
before the most fascinating poetry
standing in front of me.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
India
27.1.2026
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