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Sangeeta Dey Roy

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White I dust the dusty shelves of mind, Teeming with termites, which were pinching holes in the prominent places and eradicating the fountains of my essence. For quite some time ,I was feeling the feel of being squirmed with hazy shadows overlapping my essential thoughts. And allowing the datk shades to creep. Till ,I mustered courage, and allowed myself time to eliminate these creeps. I dusted them off,revamped my site. And closed the door to these unwanted visitors. ©Sangeeta Dey Roy # A different story from today # # renew

White I dust the dusty shelves of mind, Teeming with termites, which were pinching holes in the prominent places and eradicating the fountains of my essence. For quite some time ,I was feeling the feel of being squirmed with hazy shadows overlapping my essential thoughts. And allowing the datk shades to creep. Till ,I mustered courage, and allowed myself time to eliminate these creeps. I dusted them off,revamped my site. And closed the door to these unwanted visitors. ©Sangeeta Dey Roy # A different story from today # # renew

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-355 BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY When I look at me I see a stranger, a changed man with a different colour and odour I ask myself, am I the same as I used to be or someone else with whom I do not identify? I do not understand how a desert became a paradise, a mountain a dancing rivulet, a man of reason and rationality a fountain of love and positivity A summer shower drenched me, the winter sun told me, man you are not what you used to be, the sweet aroma of spring made me realise there is still time to make a fresh beginning. It is you, yes it is you who made an island a big ocean with infinite dreams and possibilities, an old man counting his days young once again. Your touch of grace took me to the days of my youth from where I do not want to come back to the realities of life It is none else but you who made me dream and visualise beauty in what I see. You made me your man. But my love, I am not the same with whom once you fell in love and weaved dreams millions. I am a changed man Can you love me in my new avatar, a stranger whom you hardly know or should I go back to my old self where nothing mattered except love for each other, where love was a feeling, a consciousness beyond body and mind unparalleled in the history of human evolution. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-355 BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY When I look at me I see a stranger, a changed man with a different colour

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-355 BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY When I look at me I see a stranger, a changed man with a different colour and odour I ask myself, am I the same as I used to be or someone else with whom I do not identify? I do not understand how a desert became a paradise, a mountain a dancing rivulet, a man of reason and rationality a fountain of love and positivity A summer shower drenched me, the winter sun told me, man you are not what you used to be, the sweet aroma of spring made me realise there is still time to make a fresh beginning. It is you, yes it is you who made an island a big ocean with infinite dreams and possibilities, an old man counting his days young once again. Your touch of grace took me to the days of my youth from where I do not want to come back to the realities of life It is none else but you who made me dream and visualise beauty in what I see. You made me your man. But my love, I am not the same with whom once you fell in love and weaved dreams millions. I am a changed man Can you love me in my new avatar, a stranger whom you hardly know or should I go back to my old self where nothing mattered except love for each other, where love was a feeling, a consciousness beyond body and mind unparalleled in the history of human evolution. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-355 BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY When I look at me I see a stranger, a changed man with a different colour