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THE RED HILL’S KING
 
Rise, O Red Hill’s King!
Prep your armies vast.
The demon horde conches the music o’ war.
Here arrives the beastly Son of Satan from South.
 
Your wicked Queen ran away,
Dealt your ancestral Holy Casket to the Beast.
The dark prodigy advances,
An ambition to annex your empire with Hell.
 
Why you drink now, my Lord?
This ain’t no cause of revel, you imbecile.
The royal sages forewarned,
Yet had no impact on your head.
 
O there he comes,
There they lay, your murdered guards.
Red Hill’s besieged,
Enters the Beast in your Royal Court.
 
 
Stomps and shatters your Holy Casket,
Stomps and shatters your peace.
Down on your knees you beg mercy,
Yet Ares directs to war.
 
Draws your sword from your scabbard
And strikes it at the Beast’s belly.
Stands, he, unscathed
And you, my Lord, in horror.
 
Gropes, he, from your hair
And drags you out on battlefield.
The ghastly battalion awaits,
For a sacrifice to Satan’s broth.
 
Your General marches forth aside,
Your army fearlessly behind,
You slice your sword at the Beast’s wrist
And you join your forces to command.
 
The gruesome clash begins,
A battle of Herculean might.
Fearlessly ride, you,
Slaying the monsters of the Beast.
 
Down goes your tower,
Down goes your castle to ruination.
Demonic catapults fire upon your army,
Diminishing your numbers’ might.
 
Unaffected, you charge,
Take the demon Beast head on.
Your General rides along with you,
Your most loyal warrior, a true Lancelot.
 
Down falls your number vast,
Down falls the Beast’s horde,
Your General trips down the usurper,
You strike his chest and splice his heart out.
 
Falls the Beast silent,
Drained off his flesh and blood.
You raise your sword sky-high,
The demon horde bewildered.
 
Retreats down the Hill,
The mighty usurper’s forces,
Take your sword to your reliquary,
A blade carrying the Beast’s heart.
 
Replace your Holy Casket with it,
Display your glory;
Head back to your throne,
And reclaim your inner peace.
 
Rebuilds your castle, brick-by-brick,
Regains your kingdom’s might.
Yet peace is afar,
For the fugitives still revolt.
 
Your remainder army suppresses them,
You rule your kingdom,
But the sky grows dark again,
A new struggle dawns.
 
Enters your General in Royal Court,
Speaks well of you from the commoner’s mouth.
Self’s glory lost amidst,
Exits the Court, this Machiavellian.
 
Enters the reliquary, this fallen comrade,
Takes your glorious blade
And dips the Beast’s heart
In the raging Satan’s flame.
 
Places the burning heart, he,
Into the bony ribs of imprisoned Beast’s remains.
Monster is revived,
A scion of Hell’s vengeance.
 
Rises the Devil Beast,
Snaps the neck of your General, my Lord.
Rises, he, from his dingy cell,
Into his ethereal form.
 
Burns a hole in your castle’s foundation,
Brings it down brick-for-brick.
A quake shakes the ground he walks,
Raises back his army, undead.
 
The demon ghouls march forth,
Revived under their commander,
Numbers regained.
A multitude of Death.
 
Your demeanour broken, my Lord,
Your numbers spent.
Your castle crumbles,
Your kingdom in mortal peril.
 
Ride out, you, to the battlefield,
With your remaining cavalry.
Infantry armed by your inspiration,
And scantily by armour and weapons.
 
Drawn close to each other,
The Beast and you;
A word to propagate upon,
Before the climactic bloodshed.
 
Beast: “Surrender, Red Hill’s King.
Naught hath happened irrevocable.
Surrender thee, and I
Shall make thee, my well-paid herald.”
 
King: “Nay! Thy fiery demon.
Pierce my bosom’s heart,
Mutilate my corpse!
The soul within shall reunite with the Holy Kingdom!”
 
Angrily, the Beast replies:
“Father Satan shall hath
Thy soul as his broth!”
And swings his mace down upon the King.
 
The Red Hill’s King with all his might,
Blocks the charge with his sword.
“Charge!” says you, my Lord,
And your loyal army advances to war.
 
The epic clash begins,
The gruesome war ensues,
Your numbers fully spent,
You retreat to your ruins.
 
Afraid and wounded, you flee,
Sends your last man to West.
Finds a cavern deep below
The ruins of your castle, to hide.
 
Marches forth the Beast
To your hideout.
Pulls you out like a worm from ground,
Drags you back, you cowardly wretch.
 
Tosses you in front of himself,
Orders his ghoulish force at halt.
Challenges your might, your glory,
In a head-on duel.
 
You arm yourself with your renowned blade,
The Beast with his fiery mace.
Prance upon one-another,
To decide this Age’s fate.
 
Valour you show, O mighty Red Hill’s Lord,
But your courage has no impact upon the Beast.
Every scar, every strain upon his body,
Brings you close to Hell’s wrath.
 
Has had enough antics, the Beast,
Strikes you with his mighty mace,
Your armour saves your bosom,
Yet you cough out blood.
 
Strikes, he, down his mace again,
Down upon your back.
You eat the dirt of your soil,
Adulterated by your royal blood.
 
Weary and wounded you lie,
Puddle of blood on the ground.
Choked by your final breaths,
Await you, my Lord, for Hades to embrace you.
 
Mercilessly beats the Beast, you,
No force against him standing.
The conch shells blow again,
Atop the Western hill.
 
The royal army stands firm,
Led by the Empress of West.
War-elephants, cavalry, infantry; all present,
Awaiting their Queen’s express command.
 
The Beast halts his shower of brutality,
Stares determined upon the Empress.
Her army marches forth,
To settle this Age’s final score.
 
The pace quickens of the Empress’ army,
Their cavalry gallops down with vigour.
The pace quickens of the ghoulish army,
All set for Hell’s sacrilege.
 
You, my Lord, find your humungous trumpet,
In the wreckage of your castle,
Makes it massive blow heard to all,
Your final battle cry.
 
The demons and the royals clash,
The Beast takes on the Empress.
So graceful and glorious is she,
Her legends come true to witness.
 
Slices clean the Beast’s legs,
Slices clean his abdomen in upper cut.
The Beast taken aback,
Continues to challenge her glory.
 
Makes their way down, the Empress’ war chariots,
Downhill with their bladed wheels.
Cuts the ghouls in pieces many,
Until the Beast stands solitary.
 
O Red Hill’s King, you
Grab a bow and arrow.
The string pulled with all your strength,
For one last of your move.
 
The Empress knocks down the Beast,
Stabs her blade in his chest.
You, my Lord, fire your arrow,
And blind this raging bull.
 
Drained, you fall incapacitated,
Yet the Beast rises again.
The sky echoes ferocious roars,
Fly down the Royal Winged-Lions of East.
 
Land and prance upon the Beast, they
Gnaw him to his bone.
Their sharp sabres dug in,
More effective than a mortal blade.
 
Chunks of flesh eaten away,
Stands up, the Beast, in a wobbly way.
The Hell’s Serpent constricts from beneath his feet,
Drags him down for his Father’s broth.
 
Lies you, my Lord, within Death’s grasp,
The Empress declares the war won to you.
Peacefully, you fall asleep for eternity,
A smile upon your face.
 
The Empress prays a seat for you in Heaven’s Court,
Takes back your glorious sword as her relic.
Cremates your body upon this war-torn land,
A history to be never subject to oblivion.
 
Comes down from Heaven, the Eternal King,
Down upon the Red Hill.
Annexes your empire to His,
Blesses your soul for afterlife’s journey.
 
Satan looks up at the Eternal King,
Swears vengeance in a soliloquy.
The present’s sunny sky- a canvas,
God smiles and hurls his roaring thunderbolt.
 
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"Here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT -52' by non-other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, an eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic and eminent poetess ma'am Nandita Samanta in beautiful words. Thanks and gratitude to Cijo sir and ma'am Nandita Samant for their wonderful words of appreciation Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"Something I Look at-52" is a very relevant poem in the backdrop of two issues of major importance dominating the discourses of our society namely privacy issue and the issue related to the freedom of expression,both are hotly debated topics at the present time.The poem begins by stating clearly that we are guaranteed the various types of freedoms as per the constitution of india and the right to various freedoms is enshrined in the constitutional documents of many countries the world over as well.But there is a rider or condition here in terms of us enjoying our freedom that is that we can exercise our freedoms as long as they don't violate our fellow human beings ability to enjoy their freedoms.In fact when we have freedom,we need to carry it out in a judicious fashion altogether,we don't have any right to misuse the freedom that is granted or bestowed upon us by the constitutional frameworks of various countries around the world.Freedom must enable individuals to attain full growth and development in terms of their talents,abilities and potentialities and freedom also implies that we also attach the same importance to others need in relation to themselves enjoying various freedoms they are entitled to.Freedom is the foundation on which a democratic society is built up soundly and firmly.When people have real freedom only,people can make genuine progress in life,when it comes to freedom of expression also the same maxim can be applied.Our attitude towards freedom must be put in the following mould that is that"I absolutely disagree with what you say but I shall defend to my death your right to say it".Freedom is not a one-way traffic rather real freedom carries plenty of duties, responsibilities and obligations. All the freedoms we have are to be counterbalanced with duties, then only we can have real freedom. Freedom also ensures dignity of the individuals.The noble principles of justice and liberty are granted to everyone through real freedom prevailing in a society. Freedom also can be defined as a state of mind wherein the minds must be free of all wills, inconsistencies, ambiguities, incompatibilities, discriminations, taboos, stigmas and inhibitions. Real freedom is also all about respecting the dissenting opinions and constructive criticism of others. Always real freedoms are given to humankind with strings attached and that must be understood very clearly and obviously. If untrammelled, unrestricted and unconstrained freedoms are bequeathed upon humanity that can lead to undesirable tendencies and trends in the course of time which can plunge the society into a state of chaos and turmoils.Although freedom is a relative term and it must not in anyway be used to muzzle, gag and stifle genuine opinions but at the same, it shouldn't be a vehicle to engage in character assassinations. But the information people give in good faith to the government must not be used to monitor or spy on them at any rate that is a violation of the individual freedom of the citizens. Kudos to you for composing such a poem of elaborate and full-fledged nature on the theme of freedom touching upon all areas related to freedom. Written by Cijo Joseph Channel Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 12th September 2017. Critical appreciation by eminent poetess and literary critic ma'am Nandita Samant The right to freedom of expression is crucial in a democracy – information and ideas help to inform political debate and are essential to public accountability and transparency in a system but they shouldn't infringe into anybody's freedom. In prevailing situation people who speak against atrocities or government policies are silenced and thus right to freedom of speech has been restricted to drafts as a right and all other rights are intrusive and disruptive to an extent, we are forced to abide by them. A balance between all is very essential and it is for us to see that it happens. A very evocative and wise rendition Mr Smruti Ranjan. My commendations. SOMETHING I LOOK AT-52 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The more free we are, the more we are to restrain ourselves​ and see that our freedom does not infringe upon the right of others to enjoy the same Freedom is an atmosphere that gives one the opportunity to become oneself freedom is a will, an ardent desire to see others at par Freedom is the foundation upon which the superstructure of democracy is built freedom is that basic right which gives meaning and substance to all other rights fundamental to the development of man freedom is a right, the corresponding duty of which is to create that environment where each can live with equal dignity freedom is a state of mind where the spirit of tolerance and compromise imbibe where there is no fear, hatred and jealousy, pride and prejudice, sectarian and parochial loyalties and it equips one to make a value-free empirical analysis and see and interpret a situation as it is Freedom is not a license to do anything one likes is always subject to decency and morality, the law of the land, social norms and common good or else our unrestricted freedom will land us in a state of anarchy where it will be a war of each against all copyright@smrutiranjan 27.8.2017"

Here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT -52' by non-other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, an eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic and eminent poetess ma'am Nandita Samanta in beautiful words. Thanks and gratitude to Cijo sir and ma'am Nandita Samant for their wonderful words of appreciation

Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"Something I Look at-52" is a very relevant poem in the backdrop of two issues of major importance dominating the discourses of our society namely privacy issue and the issue related to the freedom of expression,both are hotly debated topics at the present time.The poem begins by stating clearly that we are guaranteed the various types of freedoms as per the constitution of india and the right to various freedoms is enshrined in the constitutional documents of many countries the world over as well.But there is a rider or condition here in terms of us enjoying our freedom that is that we can exercise our freedoms as long as they don't violate our fellow human beings ability to enjoy their freedoms.In fact when we have freedom,we need to carry it out in a judicious fashion altogether,we don't have any right to misuse the freedom that is granted or bestowed upon us by the constitutional frameworks of various countries around the world.Freedom must enable individuals to attain full growth and development in terms of their talents,abilities and potentialities and freedom also implies that we also attach the same importance to others need in relation to themselves enjoying various freedoms they are entitled to.Freedom is the foundation on which a democratic society is built up soundly and firmly.When people have real freedom only,people can make genuine progress in life,when it comes to freedom of expression also the same maxim can be applied.Our attitude towards freedom must be put in the following mould that is that"I absolutely disagree with what you say but I shall defend to my death your right to say it".Freedom is not a one-way traffic rather real freedom carries plenty of duties, responsibilities and obligations. All the freedoms we have are to be counterbalanced with duties, then only we can have real freedom. Freedom also ensures dignity of the individuals.The noble principles of justice and liberty are granted to everyone through real freedom prevailing in a society. Freedom also can be defined as a state of mind wherein the minds must be free of all wills, inconsistencies, ambiguities, incompatibilities, discriminations, taboos, stigmas and inhibitions. Real freedom is also all about respecting the dissenting opinions and constructive criticism of others. Always real freedoms are given to humankind with strings attached and that must be understood very clearly and obviously. If untrammelled, unrestricted and unconstrained freedoms are bequeathed upon humanity that can lead to undesirable tendencies and trends in the course of time which can plunge the society into a state of chaos and turmoils.Although freedom is a relative term and it must not in anyway be used to muzzle, gag and stifle genuine opinions but at the same, it shouldn't be a vehicle to engage in character assassinations. But the information people give in good faith to the government must not be used to monitor or spy on them at any rate that is a violation of the individual freedom of the citizens. Kudos to you for composing such a poem of elaborate and full-fledged nature on the theme of freedom touching upon all areas related to freedom.

Written by Cijo Joseph Channel Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 12th September 2017.

Critical appreciation by eminent poetess and literary critic ma'am Nandita Samant

The right to freedom of expression is crucial in a democracy – information and ideas help to inform political debate and are essential to public accountability and transparency in a system but they shouldn't infringe into anybody's freedom. In prevailing situation people who speak against atrocities or government policies are silenced and thus right to freedom of speech has been restricted to drafts as a right and all other rights are intrusive and disruptive to an extent, we are forced to abide by them. A balance between all is very essential and it is for us to see that it happens. A very evocative and wise rendition Mr Smruti Ranjan. My commendations.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-52
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

The more free we are, the more
we are to restrain ourselves​ and see
that our freedom does not infringe upon
the right of others to enjoy the same

Freedom is an atmosphere that gives one the opportunity to become oneself
freedom is a will, an ardent desire
to see others at par

Freedom is the foundation upon which
the superstructure of democracy is built
freedom is that basic right which gives
meaning and substance to all other rights
fundamental to the development of man

freedom is a right, the corresponding duty
of which is to create that environment
where each can live with equal dignity

freedom is a state of mind where
the spirit of tolerance and compromise imbibe where there is no fear, hatred and jealousy, pride and prejudice, sectarian and parochial loyalties and it equips one to make a value-free empirical analysis and
see and interpret a situation as it is

Freedom is not a license to do
anything one likes is always subject
to decency and morality, the law of
the land, social norms and common good
or else our unrestricted freedom will
land us in a state of anarchy 
where it will be a war of 
each against all

copyright@smrutiranjan 27.8.2017

#here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT -52' by non-other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, an eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic and eminent poetess ma'am Nandita Samanta in beautiful words. Thanks and gratitude to Cijo sir and ma'am Nandita Samant for their wonderful words of appreciation

Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"Something I Look at-52" is a very relevant poem in the backdrop of two issues of major importance dominating the discourses of our society namely privacy issue and the issue related to the freedom of expression,both are hotly debated topics at the present time.The poem begins by stating clearly that we are guaranteed the various types of freedoms as per the constitution of india and the right to various freedoms is enshrined in the constitutional documents of many countries the world over as well.But there is a rider or condition here in terms of us enjoying our freedom that is that we can exercise our freedoms as long as they don't violate our fellow human beings ability to enjoy their freedoms.In fact when we have freedom,we need to carry it out in a judicious fashion altogether,we don't have any right to misuse the freedom that is granted or bestowed upon us by the constitutional frameworks of various countries around the world.Freedom must enable individuals to attain full growth and development in terms of their talents,abilities and potentialities and freedom also implies that we also attach the same importance to others need in relation to themselves enjoying various freedoms they are entitled to.Freedom is the foundation on which a democratic society is built up soundly and firmly.When people have real freedom only,people can make genuine progress in life,when it comes to freedom of expression also the same maxim can be applied.Our attitude towards freedom must be put in the following mould that is that"I absolutely disagree with what you say but I shall defend to my death your right to say it".Freedom is not a one-way traffic rather real freedom carries plenty of duties, responsibilities and obligations. All the freedoms we have are to be counterbalanced with duties, then only we can have real freedom. Freedom also ensures dignity of the individuals.The noble principles of justice and liberty are granted to everyone through real freedom prevailing in a society. Freedom also can be defined as a state of mind wherein the minds must be free of all wills, inconsistencies, ambiguities, incompatibilities, discriminations, taboos, stigmas and inhibitions. Real freedom is also all about respecting the dissenting opinions and constructive criticism of others. Always real freedoms are given to humankind with strings attached and that must be understood very clearly and obviously. If untrammelled, unrestricted and unconstrained freedoms are bequeathed upon humanity that can lead to undesirable tendencies and trends in the course of time which can plunge the society into a state of chaos and turmoils.Although freedom is a relative term and it must not in anyway be used to muzzle, gag and stifle genuine opinions but at the same, it shouldn't be a vehicle to engage in character assassinations. But the information people give in good faith to the government must not be used to monitor or spy on them at any rate that is a violation of the individual freedom of the citizens. Kudos to you for composing such a poem of elaborate and full-fledged nature on the theme of freedom touching upon all areas related to freedom.

Written by Cijo Joseph Channel Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 12th September 2017.

Critical appreciation by eminent poetess and literary critic ma'am Nandita Samant

The right to freedom of expression is crucial in a democracy – information and ideas help to inform political debate and are essential to public accountability and transparency in a system but they shouldn't infringe into anybody's freedom. In prevailing situation people who speak against atrocities or government policies are silenced and thus right to freedom of speech has been restricted to drafts as a right and all other rights are intrusive and disruptive to an extent, we are forced to abide by them. A balance between all is very essential and it is for us to see that it happens. A very evocative and wise rendition Mr Smruti Ranjan. My commendations.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-52
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

The more free we are, the more
we are to restrain ourselves​ and see
that our freedom does not infringe upon
the right of others to enjoy the same

Freedom is an atmosphere that gives one the opportunity to become oneself
freedom is a will, an ardent desire
to see others at par

Freedom is the foundation upon which
the superstructure of democracy is built
freedom is that basic right which gives
meaning and substance to all other rights
fundamental to the development of man

freedom is a right, the corresponding duty
of which is to create that environment
where each can live with equal dignity

freedom is a state of mind where
the spirit of tolerance and compromise imbibe where there is no fear, hatred and jealousy, pride and prejudice, sectarian and parochial loyalties and it equips one to make a value-free empirical analysis and
see and interpret a situation as it is

Freedom is not a license to do
anything one likes is always subject
to decency and morality, the law of
the land, social norms and common good
or else our unrestricted freedom will
land us in a state of anarchy
where it will be a war of
each against all

copyright@smrutiranjan 27.8.2017

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Dear Vagina
This piece is a love poetry, 
Poetry about love for my Vagina. 
Oh 
Did i just say that out aloud, 
Creating in your rightly rationale and politically correct head, a misogynistic doubt. 
Did i make a mistake, 
Splashing salty water in your forever shut eyes, pulling you out from your unending sleep, wide and awake. 
This is a letter to you, Vagina. 
Coming from An Indian woman, 
From Laxmi, Pooja, and Savitri 
Socially adopted as the sacred cow, 
internally dying to become a hyena.

Dear Vagina,

How have you been doing? 
Under the manhood of males, 
Imprisoned with accuracy and security, 
Behind the societal bars of patriarchy, chauvinism and misogyny in jails.

I know, i do know, 
When everytime your name is taken 
in hushed tones and unheard voices, 
You feel guilty, don't you? Like 
A criminal who has escaped his sentence or
A murderer who has killed an entire tribe or
A thief who has stolen invaluable jewelleries 
I know, that they show no chivalry.

I know you are scared, 
When you suffer from infections and diseases you can't utter a word about, 
When you bleed 2400 days in a lifetime feeling cramps days in and days out, 
When you are stared upon, shaved upon, pounded upon, drugged upon, flavoured upon, inserted objects upon, leaving burnouts, 
When you are nicknamed with names like pussy or bitch or hole or cunt or slut, improperly pronounced as vajeena, vageena or urgh what not, chuck out.

They say, you are gentle, 
Like the touch-me-nots, like the pecks of feathers, like the hugs of cotton balls. 
And maybe you are, 
But it must hurt when the feather takes all the pounding from the drilling hammer, 
And a mere stroke to his balls right there, 
Leaves him to do nothing but shammer. 
They say, you are a temple, 
A place for the goddess of womanhood,  for the mistress of customs, the creator of feminity. 
And maybe you are, 
But the idols must be 
Loved and lauded,
Adored and admired,
Chanted and cheered, 
Bowed down to and doted down to, 
Magnified and sanctified, 
Venerated and worshipped, 
Satisfied and served. 
And love, you, here, are a shame, S.H.A.M.E 
Because, 
You are supposed to be rosy pink as the petals of newly formed little red rose buds,
You are supposed to be smooth and transparent and lucid as the shining shimmering glass panes on the windows, 
You are supposed to be tight and flexible, just in the right amount, wild and virgin, suitable enough for men to feed their gigantic egos,
You are supposed to please men's best friends as they use gadgets and clothing and cars and properties to serve their bodies with materialistic pleasure.

You are supposed to be my success and character portfolio, 
because you 
You are the degrees of my younger years
You are the gold medals in sports competitions
You are the miniskirts from my shopping spree
You are the living that i earn by working 24x7
You are the count of men i loved, fucked, dated
You are the position at my workplaces 
You are the court's decree of my loyalty 
You are the voice screaming on public stages

I have 37.2 trillion cells, 206 bones, 642 skeletal muscles, 32 body organs, 5 operative senses and 1 brain. 
Because my brain decides 
What salary I get, which man I deserve, what ranking I belong to, what points my character certificate scores, 
And not the quantum of penises have pierced your descending walls and left you bleeding .

And you, my dear little darling, 
You are only one part of my whole 
Though you are able to produce a living 
And so I'll love you in all 4 seasons,
But for all the right reasons.

You crave for my love, don't you?
And even i want to touch you and caress you and feel you and please you, but i guess it'd take 10 more centuries to meet you, my love. 
Because this world doesn't understand the meaning of female orgasms. 
But till then, 
Be the pussy and beat the balls.

Sincerely, 
Women.
#dpf

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Dear Vagina
This piece is a love poetry, 
Poetry about love for my Vagina. 
Oh 
Did i just say that out aloud, 
Creating in your rightly rationale and politically correct head, a misogynistic doubt. 
Did i make a mistake, 
Splashing salty water in your forever shut eyes, pulling you out from your unending sleep, wide and awake. 
This is a letter to you, Vagina. 
Coming from An Indian woman, 
From Laxmi, Pooja, and Savitri 
Socially adopted as the sacred cow, 
internally dying to become a hyena.

Dear Vagina,

How have you been doing? 
Under the manhood of males, 
Imprisoned with accuracy and security, 
Behind the societal bars of patriarchy, chauvinism and misogyny in jails.

I know, i do know, 
When everytime your name is taken 
in hushed tones and unheard voices, 
You feel guilty, don't you? Like 
A criminal who has escaped his sentence or
A murderer who has killed an entire tribe or
A thief who has stolen invaluable jewelleries 
I know, that they show no chivalry.

I know you are scared, 
When you suffer from infections and diseases you can't utter a word about, 
When you bleed 2400 days in a lifetime feeling cramps days in and days out, 
When you are stared upon, shaved upon, pounded upon, drugged upon, flavoured upon, inserted objects upon, leaving burnouts, 
When you are nicknamed with names like pussy or bitch or hole or cunt or slut, improperly pronounced as vajeena, vageena or urgh what not, chuck out.

They say, you are gentle, 
Like the touch-me-nots, like the pecks of feathers, like the hugs of cotton balls. 
And maybe you are, 
But it must hurt when the feather takes all the pounding from the drilling hammer, 
And a mere stroke to his balls right there, 
Leaves him to do nothing but shammer. 
They say, you are a temple, 
A place for the goddess of womanhood,  for the mistress of customs, the creator of feminity. 
And maybe you are, 
But the idols must be 
Loved and lauded,
Adored and admired,
Chanted and cheered, 
Bowed down to and doted down to, 
Magnified and sanctified, 
Venerated and worshipped, 
Satisfied and served. 
And love, you, here, are a shame, S.H.A.M.E 
Because, 
You are supposed to be rosy pink as the petals of newly formed little red rose buds,
You are supposed to be smooth and transparent and lucid as the shining shimmering glass panes on the windows, 
You are supposed to be tight and flexible, just in the right amount, wild and virgin, suitable enough for men to feed their gigantic egos,
You are supposed to please men's best friends as they use gadgets and clothing and cars and properties to serve their bodies with materialistic pleasure.

You are supposed to be my success and character portfolio, 
because you 
You are the degrees of my younger years
You are the gold medals in sports competitions
You are the miniskirts from my shopping spree
You are the living that i earn by working 24x7
You are the count of men i loved, fucked, dated
You are the position at my workplaces 
You are the court's decree of my loyalty 
You are the voice screaming on public stages

I have 37.2 trillion cells, 206 bones, 642 skeletal muscles, 32 body organs, 5 operative senses and 1 brain. 
Because my brain decides 
What salary I get, which man I deserve, what ranking I belong to, what points my character certificate scores, 
And not the quantum of penises have pierced your descending walls and left you bleeding .

And you, my dear little darling, 
You are only one part of my whole 
Though you are able to produce a living 
And so I'll love you in all 4 seasons,
But for all the right reasons.

You crave for my love, don't you?
And even i want to touch you and caress you and feel you and please you, but i guess it'd take 10 more centuries to meet you, my love. 
Because this world doesn't understand the meaning of female orgasms. 
But till then, 
Be the pussy and beat the balls.

Sincerely, 
Women.



#dpf

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"SOMETHING I LOOK AT-52 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The more free we are, the more we are to restrain ourselves and see that our freedom does not infringe upon the right of others to enjoy the same. Freedom is an atmosphere that gives one the opportunity to become oneself, freedom is a will, an ardent desire to see others at par. Freedom is the foundation upon which the superstructure of democracy is built, freedom is that basic right which gives meaning and substance to all other rights, fundamental to the development of man Freedom is a right, the corresponding duty of which is to create that environment where each can live with equal dignity. Freedom is a state of mind where the spirit of tolerance and compromise imbibe, where there is no fear, hatred and jealousy, pride and prejudice, sectarian and parochial loyalties and it equips one to make a value free empirical analysis and see and interpret a situation as it is. Freedom is not a license to do anything one likes, is always subject to decency and morality, the law of the land, social norms and common good or else our unrestricted freedom will land us in a state of anarchy where it will be a war of each against all copyright@smrutiranjan 27.8.2017"

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-52
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

The more free we are, the more
we are to restrain ourselves and see
that our freedom does not infringe upon
the right of others to enjoy the same.

Freedom is an atmosphere that gives one the opportunity to become oneself,
freedom is a will, an ardent desire
to see others at par.

Freedom is the foundation upon which
the superstructure of democracy is built,
freedom is that basic right which gives
meaning and substance to all other rights,
fundamental to the development of man

Freedom is a right, the corresponding duty
of which is to create that environment
where each can live with equal dignity.

Freedom is a state of mind where
the spirit of tolerance and compromise imbibe, where there is no fear, hatred and jealousy, pride and prejudice, sectarian and parochial loyalties and it equips one to make a value free empirical analysis and
see and interpret a situation as it is.

Freedom is not a license to do
anything one likes, is always subject
to decency and morality, the law of
the land, social norms and common good
or else our unrestricted freedom will
land us in a state of anarchy 
where it will be a war of 
each against all

copyright@smrutiranjan 27.8.2017

#something I LOOK AT-52
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

The more free we are, the more
we are to restrain ourselves and see
that our freedom does not infringe upon
the right of others to enjoy the same.

Freedom is an atmosphere that gives one the opportunity to become oneself,
freedom is a will, an ardent desire
to see others at par.

Freedom is the foundation upon which
the superstructure of democracy is built,
freedom is that basic right which gives
meaning and substance to all other rights,
fundamental to the development of man

Freedom is a right, the corresponding duty
of which is to create that environment
where each can live with equal dignity.

Freedom is a state of mind where
the spirit of tolerance and compromise imbibe, where there is no fear, hatred and jealousy, pride and prejudice, sectarian and parochial loyalties and it equips one to make a value free empirical analysis and
see and interpret a situation as it is.

Freedom is not a license to do
anything one likes, is always subject
to decency and morality, the law of
the land, social norms and common good
or else our unrestricted freedom will
land us in a state of anarchy
where it will be a war of
each against all

copyright@smrutiranjan 27.8.2017

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#mylove

THE RED HILL’S KING
 
Rise, O Red Hill’s King!
Prep your armies vast.
The demon horde conches the music o’ war.
Here arrives the beastly Son of Satan from South.
 
Your wicked Queen ran away,
Dealt your ancestral Holy Casket to the Beast.
The dark prodigy advances,
An ambition to annex your empire with Hell.
 
Why you drink now, my Lord?
This ain’t no cause of revel, you imbecile.
The royal sages forewarned,
Yet had no impact on your head.
 
O there he comes,
There they lay, your murdered guards.
Red Hill’s besieged,
Enters the Beast in your Royal Court.
 
 
Stomps and shatters your Holy Casket,
Stomps and shatters your peace.
Down on your knees you beg mercy,
Yet Ares directs to war.
 
Draws your sword from your scabbard
And strikes it at the Beast’s belly.
Stands, he, unscathed
And you, my Lord, in horror.
 
Gropes, he, from your hair
And drags you out on battlefield.
The ghastly battalion awaits,
For a sacrifice to Satan’s broth.
 
Your General marches forth aside,
Your army fearlessly behind,
You slice your sword at the Beast’s wrist
And you join your forces to command.
 
The gruesome clash begins,
A battle of Herculean might.
Fearlessly ride, you,
Slaying the monsters of the Beast.
 
Down goes your tower,
Down goes your castle to ruination.
Demonic catapults fire upon your army,
Diminishing your numbers’ might.
 
Unaffected, you charge,
Take the demon Beast head on.
Your General rides along with you,
Your most loyal warrior, a true Lancelot.
 
Down falls your number vast,
Down falls the Beast’s horde,
Your General trips down the usurper,
You strike his chest and splice his heart out.
 
Falls the Beast silent,
Drained off his flesh and blood.
You raise your sword sky-high,
The demon horde bewildered.
 
Retreats down the Hill,
The mighty usurper’s forces,
Take your sword to your reliquary,
A blade carrying the Beast’s heart.
 
Replace your Holy Casket with it,
Display your glory;
Head back to your throne,
And reclaim your inner peace.
 
Rebuilds your castle, brick-by-brick,
Regains your kingdom’s might.
Yet peace is afar,
For the fugitives still revolt.
 
Your remainder army suppresses them,
You rule your kingdom,
But the sky grows dark again,
A new struggle dawns.
 
Enters your General in Royal Court,
Speaks well of you from the commoner’s mouth.
Self’s glory lost amidst,
Exits the Court, this Machiavellian.
 
Enters the reliquary, this fallen comrade,
Takes your glorious blade
And dips the Beast’s heart
In the raging Satan’s flame.
 
Places the burning heart, he,
Into the bony ribs of imprisoned Beast’s remains.
Monster is revived,
A scion of Hell’s vengeance.
 
Rises the Devil Beast,
Snaps the neck of your General, my Lord.
Rises, he, from his dingy cell,
Into his ethereal form.
 
Burns a hole in your castle’s foundation,
Brings it down brick-for-brick.
A quake shakes the ground he walks,
Raises back his army, undead.
 
The demon ghouls march forth,
Revived under their commander,
Numbers regained.
A multitude of Death.
 
Your demeanour broken, my Lord,
Your numbers spent.
Your castle crumbles,
Your kingdom in mortal peril.
 
Ride out, you, to the battlefield,
With your remaining cavalry.
Infantry armed by your inspiration,
And scantily by armour and weapons.
 
Drawn close to each other,
The Beast and you;
A word to propagate upon,
Before the climactic bloodshed.
 
Beast: “Surrender, Red Hill’s King.
Naught hath happened irrevocable.
Surrender thee, and I
Shall make thee, my well-paid herald.”
 
King: “Nay! Thy fiery demon.
Pierce my bosom’s heart,
Mutilate my corpse!
The soul within shall reunite with the Holy Kingdom!”
 
Angrily, the Beast replies:
“Father Satan shall hath
Thy soul as his broth!”
And swings his mace down upon the King.
 
The Red Hill’s King with all his might,
Blocks the charge with his sword.
“Charge!” says you, my Lord,
And your loyal army advances to war.
 
The epic clash begins,
The gruesome war ensues,
Your numbers fully spent,
You retreat to your ruins.
 
Afraid and wounded, you flee,
Sends your last man to West.
Finds a cavern deep below
The ruins of your castle, to hide.
 
Marches forth the Beast
To your hideout.
Pulls you out like a worm from ground,
Drags you back, you cowardly wretch.
 
Tosses you in front of himself,
Orders his ghoulish force at halt.
Challenges your might, your glory,
In a head-on duel.
 
You arm yourself with your renowned blade,
The Beast with his fiery mace.
Prance upon one-another,
To decide this Age’s fate.
 
Valour you show, O mighty Red Hill’s Lord,
But your courage has no impact upon the Beast.
Every scar, every strain upon his body,
Brings you close to Hell’s wrath.
 
Has had enough antics, the Beast,
Strikes you with his mighty mace,
Your armour saves your bosom,
Yet you cough out blood.
 
Strikes, he, down his mace again,
Down upon your back.
You eat the dirt of your soil,
Adulterated by your royal blood.
 
Weary and wounded you lie,
Puddle of blood on the ground.
Choked by your final breaths,
Await you, my Lord, for Hades to embrace you.
 
Mercilessly beats the Beast, you,
No force against him standing.
The conch shells blow again,
Atop the Western hill.
 
The royal army stands firm,
Led by the Empress of West.
War-elephants, cavalry, infantry; all present,
Awaiting their Queen’s express command.
 
The Beast halts his shower of brutality,
Stares determined upon the Empress.
Her army marches forth,
To settle this Age’s final score.
 
The pace quickens of the Empress’ army,
Their cavalry gallops down with vigour.
The pace quickens of the ghoulish army,
All set for Hell’s sacrilege.
 
You, my Lord, find your humungous trumpet,
In the wreckage of your castle,
Makes it massive blow heard to all,
Your final battle cry.
 
The demons and the royals clash,
The Beast takes on the Empress.
So graceful and glorious is she,
Her legends come true to witness.
 
Slices clean the Beast’s legs,
Slices clean his abdomen in upper cut.
The Beast taken aback,
Continues to challenge her glory.
 
Makes their way down, the Empress’ war chariots,
Downhill with their bladed wheels.
Cuts the ghouls in pieces many,
Until the Beast stands solitary.
 
O Red Hill’s King, you
Grab a bow and arrow.
The string pulled with all your strength,
For one last of your move.
 
The Empress knocks down the Beast,
Stabs her blade in his chest.
You, my Lord, fire your arrow,
And blind this raging bull.
 
Drained, you fall incapacitated,
Yet the Beast rises again.
The sky echoes ferocious roars,
Fly down the Royal Winged-Lions of East.
 
Land and prance upon the Beast, they
Gnaw him to his bone.
Their sharp sabres dug in,
More effective than a mortal blade.
 
Chunks of flesh eaten away,
Stands up, the Beast, in a wobbly way.
The Hell’s Serpent constricts from beneath his feet,
Drags him down for his Father’s broth.
 
Lies you, my Lord, within Death’s grasp,
The Empress declares the war won to you.
Peacefully, you fall asleep for eternity,
A smile upon your face.
 
The Empress prays a seat for you in Heaven’s Court,
Takes back your glorious sword as her relic.
Cremates your body upon this war-torn land,
A history to be never subject to oblivion.
 
Comes down from Heaven, the Eternal King,
Down upon the Red Hill.
Annexes your empire to His,
Blesses your soul for afterlife’s journey.
 
Satan looks up at the Eternal King,
Swears vengeance in a soliloquy.
The present’s sunny sky- a canvas,
God smiles and hurls his roaring thunderbolt.
 
-----------X-----------
 

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"Here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT -52' by non-other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, an eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic and eminent poetess ma'am Nandita Samanta in beautiful words. Thanks and gratitude to Cijo sir and ma'am Nandita Samant for their wonderful words of appreciation Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"Something I Look at-52" is a very relevant poem in the backdrop of two issues of major importance dominating the discourses of our society namely privacy issue and the issue related to the freedom of expression,both are hotly debated topics at the present time.The poem begins by stating clearly that we are guaranteed the various types of freedoms as per the constitution of india and the right to various freedoms is enshrined in the constitutional documents of many countries the world over as well.But there is a rider or condition here in terms of us enjoying our freedom that is that we can exercise our freedoms as long as they don't violate our fellow human beings ability to enjoy their freedoms.In fact when we have freedom,we need to carry it out in a judicious fashion altogether,we don't have any right to misuse the freedom that is granted or bestowed upon us by the constitutional frameworks of various countries around the world.Freedom must enable individuals to attain full growth and development in terms of their talents,abilities and potentialities and freedom also implies that we also attach the same importance to others need in relation to themselves enjoying various freedoms they are entitled to.Freedom is the foundation on which a democratic society is built up soundly and firmly.When people have real freedom only,people can make genuine progress in life,when it comes to freedom of expression also the same maxim can be applied.Our attitude towards freedom must be put in the following mould that is that"I absolutely disagree with what you say but I shall defend to my death your right to say it".Freedom is not a one-way traffic rather real freedom carries plenty of duties, responsibilities and obligations. All the freedoms we have are to be counterbalanced with duties, then only we can have real freedom. Freedom also ensures dignity of the individuals.The noble principles of justice and liberty are granted to everyone through real freedom prevailing in a society. Freedom also can be defined as a state of mind wherein the minds must be free of all wills, inconsistencies, ambiguities, incompatibilities, discriminations, taboos, stigmas and inhibitions. Real freedom is also all about respecting the dissenting opinions and constructive criticism of others. Always real freedoms are given to humankind with strings attached and that must be understood very clearly and obviously. If untrammelled, unrestricted and unconstrained freedoms are bequeathed upon humanity that can lead to undesirable tendencies and trends in the course of time which can plunge the society into a state of chaos and turmoils.Although freedom is a relative term and it must not in anyway be used to muzzle, gag and stifle genuine opinions but at the same, it shouldn't be a vehicle to engage in character assassinations. But the information people give in good faith to the government must not be used to monitor or spy on them at any rate that is a violation of the individual freedom of the citizens. Kudos to you for composing such a poem of elaborate and full-fledged nature on the theme of freedom touching upon all areas related to freedom. Written by Cijo Joseph Channel Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 12th September 2017. Critical appreciation by eminent poetess and literary critic ma'am Nandita Samant The right to freedom of expression is crucial in a democracy – information and ideas help to inform political debate and are essential to public accountability and transparency in a system but they shouldn't infringe into anybody's freedom. In prevailing situation people who speak against atrocities or government policies are silenced and thus right to freedom of speech has been restricted to drafts as a right and all other rights are intrusive and disruptive to an extent, we are forced to abide by them. A balance between all is very essential and it is for us to see that it happens. A very evocative and wise rendition Mr Smruti Ranjan. My commendations. SOMETHING I LOOK AT-52 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The more free we are, the more we are to restrain ourselves​ and see that our freedom does not infringe upon the right of others to enjoy the same Freedom is an atmosphere that gives one the opportunity to become oneself freedom is a will, an ardent desire to see others at par Freedom is the foundation upon which the superstructure of democracy is built freedom is that basic right which gives meaning and substance to all other rights fundamental to the development of man freedom is a right, the corresponding duty of which is to create that environment where each can live with equal dignity freedom is a state of mind where the spirit of tolerance and compromise imbibe where there is no fear, hatred and jealousy, pride and prejudice, sectarian and parochial loyalties and it equips one to make a value-free empirical analysis and see and interpret a situation as it is Freedom is not a license to do anything one likes is always subject to decency and morality, the law of the land, social norms and common good or else our unrestricted freedom will land us in a state of anarchy where it will be a war of each against all copyright@smrutiranjan 27.8.2017"

Here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT -52' by non-other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, an eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic and eminent poetess ma'am Nandita Samanta in beautiful words. Thanks and gratitude to Cijo sir and ma'am Nandita Samant for their wonderful words of appreciation

Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"Something I Look at-52" is a very relevant poem in the backdrop of two issues of major importance dominating the discourses of our society namely privacy issue and the issue related to the freedom of expression,both are hotly debated topics at the present time.The poem begins by stating clearly that we are guaranteed the various types of freedoms as per the constitution of india and the right to various freedoms is enshrined in the constitutional documents of many countries the world over as well.But there is a rider or condition here in terms of us enjoying our freedom that is that we can exercise our freedoms as long as they don't violate our fellow human beings ability to enjoy their freedoms.In fact when we have freedom,we need to carry it out in a judicious fashion altogether,we don't have any right to misuse the freedom that is granted or bestowed upon us by the constitutional frameworks of various countries around the world.Freedom must enable individuals to attain full growth and development in terms of their talents,abilities and potentialities and freedom also implies that we also attach the same importance to others need in relation to themselves enjoying various freedoms they are entitled to.Freedom is the foundation on which a democratic society is built up soundly and firmly.When people have real freedom only,people can make genuine progress in life,when it comes to freedom of expression also the same maxim can be applied.Our attitude towards freedom must be put in the following mould that is that"I absolutely disagree with what you say but I shall defend to my death your right to say it".Freedom is not a one-way traffic rather real freedom carries plenty of duties, responsibilities and obligations. All the freedoms we have are to be counterbalanced with duties, then only we can have real freedom. Freedom also ensures dignity of the individuals.The noble principles of justice and liberty are granted to everyone through real freedom prevailing in a society. Freedom also can be defined as a state of mind wherein the minds must be free of all wills, inconsistencies, ambiguities, incompatibilities, discriminations, taboos, stigmas and inhibitions. Real freedom is also all about respecting the dissenting opinions and constructive criticism of others. Always real freedoms are given to humankind with strings attached and that must be understood very clearly and obviously. If untrammelled, unrestricted and unconstrained freedoms are bequeathed upon humanity that can lead to undesirable tendencies and trends in the course of time which can plunge the society into a state of chaos and turmoils.Although freedom is a relative term and it must not in anyway be used to muzzle, gag and stifle genuine opinions but at the same, it shouldn't be a vehicle to engage in character assassinations. But the information people give in good faith to the government must not be used to monitor or spy on them at any rate that is a violation of the individual freedom of the citizens. Kudos to you for composing such a poem of elaborate and full-fledged nature on the theme of freedom touching upon all areas related to freedom.

Written by Cijo Joseph Channel Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 12th September 2017.

Critical appreciation by eminent poetess and literary critic ma'am Nandita Samant

The right to freedom of expression is crucial in a democracy – information and ideas help to inform political debate and are essential to public accountability and transparency in a system but they shouldn't infringe into anybody's freedom. In prevailing situation people who speak against atrocities or government policies are silenced and thus right to freedom of speech has been restricted to drafts as a right and all other rights are intrusive and disruptive to an extent, we are forced to abide by them. A balance between all is very essential and it is for us to see that it happens. A very evocative and wise rendition Mr Smruti Ranjan. My commendations.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-52
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

The more free we are, the more
we are to restrain ourselves​ and see
that our freedom does not infringe upon
the right of others to enjoy the same

Freedom is an atmosphere that gives one the opportunity to become oneself
freedom is a will, an ardent desire
to see others at par

Freedom is the foundation upon which
the superstructure of democracy is built
freedom is that basic right which gives
meaning and substance to all other rights
fundamental to the development of man

freedom is a right, the corresponding duty
of which is to create that environment
where each can live with equal dignity

freedom is a state of mind where
the spirit of tolerance and compromise imbibe where there is no fear, hatred and jealousy, pride and prejudice, sectarian and parochial loyalties and it equips one to make a value-free empirical analysis and
see and interpret a situation as it is

Freedom is not a license to do
anything one likes is always subject
to decency and morality, the law of
the land, social norms and common good
or else our unrestricted freedom will
land us in a state of anarchy 
where it will be a war of 
each against all

copyright@smrutiranjan 27.8.2017

#here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT -52' by non-other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, an eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic and eminent poetess ma'am Nandita Samanta in beautiful words. Thanks and gratitude to Cijo sir and ma'am Nandita Samant for their wonderful words of appreciation

Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"Something I Look at-52" is a very relevant poem in the backdrop of two issues of major importance dominating the discourses of our society namely privacy issue and the issue related to the freedom of expression,both are hotly debated topics at the present time.The poem begins by stating clearly that we are guaranteed the various types of freedoms as per the constitution of india and the right to various freedoms is enshrined in the constitutional documents of many countries the world over as well.But there is a rider or condition here in terms of us enjoying our freedom that is that we can exercise our freedoms as long as they don't violate our fellow human beings ability to enjoy their freedoms.In fact when we have freedom,we need to carry it out in a judicious fashion altogether,we don't have any right to misuse the freedom that is granted or bestowed upon us by the constitutional frameworks of various countries around the world.Freedom must enable individuals to attain full growth and development in terms of their talents,abilities and potentialities and freedom also implies that we also attach the same importance to others need in relation to themselves enjoying various freedoms they are entitled to.Freedom is the foundation on which a democratic society is built up soundly and firmly.When people have real freedom only,people can make genuine progress in life,when it comes to freedom of expression also the same maxim can be applied.Our attitude towards freedom must be put in the following mould that is that"I absolutely disagree with what you say but I shall defend to my death your right to say it".Freedom is not a one-way traffic rather real freedom carries plenty of duties, responsibilities and obligations. All the freedoms we have are to be counterbalanced with duties, then only we can have real freedom. Freedom also ensures dignity of the individuals.The noble principles of justice and liberty are granted to everyone through real freedom prevailing in a society. Freedom also can be defined as a state of mind wherein the minds must be free of all wills, inconsistencies, ambiguities, incompatibilities, discriminations, taboos, stigmas and inhibitions. Real freedom is also all about respecting the dissenting opinions and constructive criticism of others. Always real freedoms are given to humankind with strings attached and that must be understood very clearly and obviously. If untrammelled, unrestricted and unconstrained freedoms are bequeathed upon humanity that can lead to undesirable tendencies and trends in the course of time which can plunge the society into a state of chaos and turmoils.Although freedom is a relative term and it must not in anyway be used to muzzle, gag and stifle genuine opinions but at the same, it shouldn't be a vehicle to engage in character assassinations. But the information people give in good faith to the government must not be used to monitor or spy on them at any rate that is a violation of the individual freedom of the citizens. Kudos to you for composing such a poem of elaborate and full-fledged nature on the theme of freedom touching upon all areas related to freedom.

Written by Cijo Joseph Channel Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 12th September 2017.

Critical appreciation by eminent poetess and literary critic ma'am Nandita Samant

The right to freedom of expression is crucial in a democracy – information and ideas help to inform political debate and are essential to public accountability and transparency in a system but they shouldn't infringe into anybody's freedom. In prevailing situation people who speak against atrocities or government policies are silenced and thus right to freedom of speech has been restricted to drafts as a right and all other rights are intrusive and disruptive to an extent, we are forced to abide by them. A balance between all is very essential and it is for us to see that it happens. A very evocative and wise rendition Mr Smruti Ranjan. My commendations.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-52
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

The more free we are, the more
we are to restrain ourselves​ and see
that our freedom does not infringe upon
the right of others to enjoy the same

Freedom is an atmosphere that gives one the opportunity to become oneself
freedom is a will, an ardent desire
to see others at par

Freedom is the foundation upon which
the superstructure of democracy is built
freedom is that basic right which gives
meaning and substance to all other rights
fundamental to the development of man

freedom is a right, the corresponding duty
of which is to create that environment
where each can live with equal dignity

freedom is a state of mind where
the spirit of tolerance and compromise imbibe where there is no fear, hatred and jealousy, pride and prejudice, sectarian and parochial loyalties and it equips one to make a value-free empirical analysis and
see and interpret a situation as it is

Freedom is not a license to do
anything one likes is always subject
to decency and morality, the law of
the land, social norms and common good
or else our unrestricted freedom will
land us in a state of anarchy
where it will be a war of
each against all

copyright@smrutiranjan 27.8.2017

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Dear Vagina
This piece is a love poetry, 
Poetry about love for my Vagina. 
Oh 
Did i just say that out aloud, 
Creating in your rightly rationale and politically correct head, a misogynistic doubt. 
Did i make a mistake, 
Splashing salty water in your forever shut eyes, pulling you out from your unending sleep, wide and awake. 
This is a letter to you, Vagina. 
Coming from An Indian woman, 
From Laxmi, Pooja, and Savitri 
Socially adopted as the sacred cow, 
internally dying to become a hyena.

Dear Vagina,

How have you been doing? 
Under the manhood of males, 
Imprisoned with accuracy and security, 
Behind the societal bars of patriarchy, chauvinism and misogyny in jails.

I know, i do know, 
When everytime your name is taken 
in hushed tones and unheard voices, 
You feel guilty, don't you? Like 
A criminal who has escaped his sentence or
A murderer who has killed an entire tribe or
A thief who has stolen invaluable jewelleries 
I know, that they show no chivalry.

I know you are scared, 
When you suffer from infections and diseases you can't utter a word about, 
When you bleed 2400 days in a lifetime feeling cramps days in and days out, 
When you are stared upon, shaved upon, pounded upon, drugged upon, flavoured upon, inserted objects upon, leaving burnouts, 
When you are nicknamed with names like pussy or bitch or hole or cunt or slut, improperly pronounced as vajeena, vageena or urgh what not, chuck out.

They say, you are gentle, 
Like the touch-me-nots, like the pecks of feathers, like the hugs of cotton balls. 
And maybe you are, 
But it must hurt when the feather takes all the pounding from the drilling hammer, 
And a mere stroke to his balls right there, 
Leaves him to do nothing but shammer. 
They say, you are a temple, 
A place for the goddess of womanhood,  for the mistress of customs, the creator of feminity. 
And maybe you are, 
But the idols must be 
Loved and lauded,
Adored and admired,
Chanted and cheered, 
Bowed down to and doted down to, 
Magnified and sanctified, 
Venerated and worshipped, 
Satisfied and served. 
And love, you, here, are a shame, S.H.A.M.E 
Because, 
You are supposed to be rosy pink as the petals of newly formed little red rose buds,
You are supposed to be smooth and transparent and lucid as the shining shimmering glass panes on the windows, 
You are supposed to be tight and flexible, just in the right amount, wild and virgin, suitable enough for men to feed their gigantic egos,
You are supposed to please men's best friends as they use gadgets and clothing and cars and properties to serve their bodies with materialistic pleasure.

You are supposed to be my success and character portfolio, 
because you 
You are the degrees of my younger years
You are the gold medals in sports competitions
You are the miniskirts from my shopping spree
You are the living that i earn by working 24x7
You are the count of men i loved, fucked, dated
You are the position at my workplaces 
You are the court's decree of my loyalty 
You are the voice screaming on public stages

I have 37.2 trillion cells, 206 bones, 642 skeletal muscles, 32 body organs, 5 operative senses and 1 brain. 
Because my brain decides 
What salary I get, which man I deserve, what ranking I belong to, what points my character certificate scores, 
And not the quantum of penises have pierced your descending walls and left you bleeding .

And you, my dear little darling, 
You are only one part of my whole 
Though you are able to produce a living 
And so I'll love you in all 4 seasons,
But for all the right reasons.

You crave for my love, don't you?
And even i want to touch you and caress you and feel you and please you, but i guess it'd take 10 more centuries to meet you, my love. 
Because this world doesn't understand the meaning of female orgasms. 
But till then, 
Be the pussy and beat the balls.

Sincerely, 
Women.
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Dear Vagina
This piece is a love poetry, 
Poetry about love for my Vagina. 
Oh 
Did i just say that out aloud, 
Creating in your rightly rationale and politically correct head, a misogynistic doubt. 
Did i make a mistake, 
Splashing salty water in your forever shut eyes, pulling you out from your unending sleep, wide and awake. 
This is a letter to you, Vagina. 
Coming from An Indian woman, 
From Laxmi, Pooja, and Savitri 
Socially adopted as the sacred cow, 
internally dying to become a hyena.

Dear Vagina,

How have you been doing? 
Under the manhood of males, 
Imprisoned with accuracy and security, 
Behind the societal bars of patriarchy, chauvinism and misogyny in jails.

I know, i do know, 
When everytime your name is taken 
in hushed tones and unheard voices, 
You feel guilty, don't you? Like 
A criminal who has escaped his sentence or
A murderer who has killed an entire tribe or
A thief who has stolen invaluable jewelleries 
I know, that they show no chivalry.

I know you are scared, 
When you suffer from infections and diseases you can't utter a word about, 
When you bleed 2400 days in a lifetime feeling cramps days in and days out, 
When you are stared upon, shaved upon, pounded upon, drugged upon, flavoured upon, inserted objects upon, leaving burnouts, 
When you are nicknamed with names like pussy or bitch or hole or cunt or slut, improperly pronounced as vajeena, vageena or urgh what not, chuck out.

They say, you are gentle, 
Like the touch-me-nots, like the pecks of feathers, like the hugs of cotton balls. 
And maybe you are, 
But it must hurt when the feather takes all the pounding from the drilling hammer, 
And a mere stroke to his balls right there, 
Leaves him to do nothing but shammer. 
They say, you are a temple, 
A place for the goddess of womanhood,  for the mistress of customs, the creator of feminity. 
And maybe you are, 
But the idols must be 
Loved and lauded,
Adored and admired,
Chanted and cheered, 
Bowed down to and doted down to, 
Magnified and sanctified, 
Venerated and worshipped, 
Satisfied and served. 
And love, you, here, are a shame, S.H.A.M.E 
Because, 
You are supposed to be rosy pink as the petals of newly formed little red rose buds,
You are supposed to be smooth and transparent and lucid as the shining shimmering glass panes on the windows, 
You are supposed to be tight and flexible, just in the right amount, wild and virgin, suitable enough for men to feed their gigantic egos,
You are supposed to please men's best friends as they use gadgets and clothing and cars and properties to serve their bodies with materialistic pleasure.

You are supposed to be my success and character portfolio, 
because you 
You are the degrees of my younger years
You are the gold medals in sports competitions
You are the miniskirts from my shopping spree
You are the living that i earn by working 24x7
You are the count of men i loved, fucked, dated
You are the position at my workplaces 
You are the court's decree of my loyalty 
You are the voice screaming on public stages

I have 37.2 trillion cells, 206 bones, 642 skeletal muscles, 32 body organs, 5 operative senses and 1 brain. 
Because my brain decides 
What salary I get, which man I deserve, what ranking I belong to, what points my character certificate scores, 
And not the quantum of penises have pierced your descending walls and left you bleeding .

And you, my dear little darling, 
You are only one part of my whole 
Though you are able to produce a living 
And so I'll love you in all 4 seasons,
But for all the right reasons.

You crave for my love, don't you?
And even i want to touch you and caress you and feel you and please you, but i guess it'd take 10 more centuries to meet you, my love. 
Because this world doesn't understand the meaning of female orgasms. 
But till then, 
Be the pussy and beat the balls.

Sincerely, 
Women.



#dpf

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"SOMETHING I LOOK AT-52 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The more free we are, the more we are to restrain ourselves and see that our freedom does not infringe upon the right of others to enjoy the same. Freedom is an atmosphere that gives one the opportunity to become oneself, freedom is a will, an ardent desire to see others at par. Freedom is the foundation upon which the superstructure of democracy is built, freedom is that basic right which gives meaning and substance to all other rights, fundamental to the development of man Freedom is a right, the corresponding duty of which is to create that environment where each can live with equal dignity. Freedom is a state of mind where the spirit of tolerance and compromise imbibe, where there is no fear, hatred and jealousy, pride and prejudice, sectarian and parochial loyalties and it equips one to make a value free empirical analysis and see and interpret a situation as it is. Freedom is not a license to do anything one likes, is always subject to decency and morality, the law of the land, social norms and common good or else our unrestricted freedom will land us in a state of anarchy where it will be a war of each against all copyright@smrutiranjan 27.8.2017"

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-52
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

The more free we are, the more
we are to restrain ourselves and see
that our freedom does not infringe upon
the right of others to enjoy the same.

Freedom is an atmosphere that gives one the opportunity to become oneself,
freedom is a will, an ardent desire
to see others at par.

Freedom is the foundation upon which
the superstructure of democracy is built,
freedom is that basic right which gives
meaning and substance to all other rights,
fundamental to the development of man

Freedom is a right, the corresponding duty
of which is to create that environment
where each can live with equal dignity.

Freedom is a state of mind where
the spirit of tolerance and compromise imbibe, where there is no fear, hatred and jealousy, pride and prejudice, sectarian and parochial loyalties and it equips one to make a value free empirical analysis and
see and interpret a situation as it is.

Freedom is not a license to do
anything one likes, is always subject
to decency and morality, the law of
the land, social norms and common good
or else our unrestricted freedom will
land us in a state of anarchy 
where it will be a war of 
each against all

copyright@smrutiranjan 27.8.2017

#something I LOOK AT-52
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

The more free we are, the more
we are to restrain ourselves and see
that our freedom does not infringe upon
the right of others to enjoy the same.

Freedom is an atmosphere that gives one the opportunity to become oneself,
freedom is a will, an ardent desire
to see others at par.

Freedom is the foundation upon which
the superstructure of democracy is built,
freedom is that basic right which gives
meaning and substance to all other rights,
fundamental to the development of man

Freedom is a right, the corresponding duty
of which is to create that environment
where each can live with equal dignity.

Freedom is a state of mind where
the spirit of tolerance and compromise imbibe, where there is no fear, hatred and jealousy, pride and prejudice, sectarian and parochial loyalties and it equips one to make a value free empirical analysis and
see and interpret a situation as it is.

Freedom is not a license to do
anything one likes, is always subject
to decency and morality, the law of
the land, social norms and common good
or else our unrestricted freedom will
land us in a state of anarchy
where it will be a war of
each against all

copyright@smrutiranjan 27.8.2017

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