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Be it a Lotus or a Rose, Bud has a right to grow. And bloom to a flower; With fragrance all over. ©R S Jaipuriar bud bloom

Be it a Lotus or a Rose, Bud has a right to grow. And bloom to a flower; With fragrance all over. ©R S Jaipuriar bud bloom

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-297 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Do I need to tell you I love you as much as you love me? How can I convey I miss you too the way you miss me? I die to meet you the way, you may be Love and longing from this side are the same as from that side The only difference is we are at different stages of life and our response to love and longing varies When love blooms into a beautiful flower It remains a feeling, a beautiful feeling only. A feeling with which nothing can compare not even the entire resources of the world My love! believe me Your love is always with you living and enduring your moments as his, exclusively his. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty India 8.11.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/11/something-i-look-at-197.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/11/08/something-i-look-at-197-2/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-297 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Do I need to tell you I love you as much as you love me? How can I convey

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-297 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Do I need to tell you I love you as much as you love me? How can I convey I miss you too the way you miss me? I die to meet you the way, you may be Love and longing from this side are the same as from that side The only difference is we are at different stages of life and our response to love and longing varies When love blooms into a beautiful flower It remains a feeling, a beautiful feeling only. A feeling with which nothing can compare not even the entire resources of the world My love! believe me Your love is always with you living and enduring your moments as his, exclusively his. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty India 8.11.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/11/something-i-look-at-197.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/11/08/something-i-look-at-197-2/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-297 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Do I need to tell you I love you as much as you love me? How can I convey

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beautiful blooms ©Nirmala Pant #Blooms 7/11

beautiful blooms ©Nirmala Pant #Blooms 7/11

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Desires bloom in fields of sweat; those who nurture them shall never regret. ©Srinivas Desires bloom in fields of sweat; those who nurture them shall never regret.

Desires bloom in fields of sweat; those who nurture them shall never regret. ©Srinivas Desires bloom in fields of sweat; those who nurture them shall never regret.

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-288 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Look at me I am there where I was long before silently enduring and relishing the pangs of your sorrow, the occasional cheer that comes in between tears as mine exclusively mine I have never turned my back How can I move away from someone I truly love, someone with whom I am always with, someone with whom I will always be? How can I be indifferent to someone who is in the inner sanctum of my heart reigning over my body and mind, shining like a golden rose spreading its fragrance all over? How can I neglect you, my heart and soul, my life breath, the flow in my arteries and veins? How can I lose sight of that beautiful garden, the fountain of love that touched me, touched my body and mind like a handful of spring in hot summer? You are that summer shower which drenched my earth, that occasional spring which made me bloom and look at life through a pair of young eyes We are different coz we are in different situations, our hearts split into pieces not being able to do justice to our love on one hand and values of society, duties and obligations on the other. Dreaming is fascinating, but the reality is something one has to live with. You are both in my dreams and reality, may not be the way you want me Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_quotes SOMETHING I LOOK AT-288 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Look at me I am there where I was long before silently enduring and relishi

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-288 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Look at me I am there where I was long before silently enduring and relishing the pangs of your sorrow, the occasional cheer that comes in between tears as mine exclusively mine I have never turned my back How can I move away from someone I truly love, someone with whom I am always with, someone with whom I will always be? How can I be indifferent to someone who is in the inner sanctum of my heart reigning over my body and mind, shining like a golden rose spreading its fragrance all over? How can I neglect you, my heart and soul, my life breath, the flow in my arteries and veins? How can I lose sight of that beautiful garden, the fountain of love that touched me, touched my body and mind like a handful of spring in hot summer? You are that summer shower which drenched my earth, that occasional spring which made me bloom and look at life through a pair of young eyes We are different coz we are in different situations, our hearts split into pieces not being able to do justice to our love on one hand and values of society, duties and obligations on the other. Dreaming is fascinating, but the reality is something one has to live with. You are both in my dreams and reality, may not be the way you want me Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_quotes SOMETHING I LOOK AT-288 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Look at me I am there where I was long before silently enduring and relishi

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-278 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Know not How I come under a spell That takes me to a different world Where I do not remain myself Know not What happens to me I become someone else The world around looks so beautiful once again Know not Amid hot summer How do I feel the cool breeze of spring Touching my body and mind Telling emphatically My days are not over Still, I have plenty of life in me Know not Why do I see the peacock dancing Hoping rain on its way When there are no clouds in the sky Why the sun fancies the blooming lotus When there is darkness around Signalling it is late at night I know I am in my dream A beautiful dream Out of which I never venture to come out An intriguing dream More real and fascinating than reality Where I love to live the rest of my life. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-278 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Know not How I come under a spell That takes me to a different world Wher

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-278 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Know not How I come under a spell That takes me to a different world Where I do not remain myself Know not What happens to me I become someone else The world around looks so beautiful once again Know not Amid hot summer How do I feel the cool breeze of spring Touching my body and mind Telling emphatically My days are not over Still, I have plenty of life in me Know not Why do I see the peacock dancing Hoping rain on its way When there are no clouds in the sky Why the sun fancies the blooming lotus When there is darkness around Signalling it is late at night I know I am in my dream A beautiful dream Out of which I never venture to come out An intriguing dream More real and fascinating than reality Where I love to live the rest of my life. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-278 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Know not How I come under a spell That takes me to a different world Wher

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White A LOOK AT LIFE-61 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY WITH A CELL PHONE IN MY HEART AND MIND Seeking laurels and accolades, appreciation and recognition, pelf and power, I lost myself somewhere. Caught in between dreams and dramas, the real me and my endless desires, struggle for a place under the sun and a go at the moon, I failed to recognise myself and my love. Remained engrossed in me, in my comforts and amenities of life. WhatsApp, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and the digital world became my love and passion, forcing relationships, feelings and touch of humanity to silently wither. With a cell phone in my heart and mind became a servant of my changing needs, forgetting all those who loved me. Looked at none, listened to none. All that I needed was only an internet connection. I more interacted with a cell phone rather than with human faces. Travelled in the air, talked over the telephone. For me, nothing mattered except money, power and recognition. Missed that delicate human touch all along Roamed here and there in a colourful world where there was nothing except accolades and applause, dreams, fancies and idiocies. Ran away from life and its beauty, from love, family and friendship, from all that I once loved and relished, only to find me in a no man's world caught in an ocean of shattered dreams and desires with none accompanying me. With nowhere the shore in vision I worked out the mathematics of life. What I achieved, everybody knows, what I lost, I only know. I lost those beautiful days, nature and her beautiful murmur, the cool moon and bright sunshine, the first shower and smell of moist earth, the love and shadow of my parents, the looks and longing of my beloved, her love and tears, petty wishes and trifling demands, the sweet smiles and the company of my kids, their desire to have a bit of my time. no one, nothing waited for me, neither the blooming and craving of my beloved nor my kid's naughty looks and early childhood. Time flew by and I lost all those moments Which could have been mine. Running away from my own I only landed myself in a pseudo world with empty coffers with no one with me to share my spoil, agony and distress. Looking back there was nothing except the crowded lane that led me to my coffin. By the time I realised, the machine had a heart, life had lost its rhythm and rhyme The grey hairs of my kids were mocking t me and the lady sitting on a chair on the wheel with wrinkles all over greeted me with a faint smile. Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodMorning A LOOK AT LIFE-61 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY WITH A CELL PHONE IN MY HEART AND MIND Seeking laurels and accolades, appreciatio

White A LOOK AT LIFE-61 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY WITH A CELL PHONE IN MY HEART AND MIND Seeking laurels and accolades, appreciation and recognition, pelf and power, I lost myself somewhere. Caught in between dreams and dramas, the real me and my endless desires, struggle for a place under the sun and a go at the moon, I failed to recognise myself and my love. Remained engrossed in me, in my comforts and amenities of life. WhatsApp, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and the digital world became my love and passion, forcing relationships, feelings and touch of humanity to silently wither. With a cell phone in my heart and mind became a servant of my changing needs, forgetting all those who loved me. Looked at none, listened to none. All that I needed was only an internet connection. I more interacted with a cell phone rather than with human faces. Travelled in the air, talked over the telephone. For me, nothing mattered except money, power and recognition. Missed that delicate human touch all along Roamed here and there in a colourful world where there was nothing except accolades and applause, dreams, fancies and idiocies. Ran away from life and its beauty, from love, family and friendship, from all that I once loved and relished, only to find me in a no man's world caught in an ocean of shattered dreams and desires with none accompanying me. With nowhere the shore in vision I worked out the mathematics of life. What I achieved, everybody knows, what I lost, I only know. I lost those beautiful days, nature and her beautiful murmur, the cool moon and bright sunshine, the first shower and smell of moist earth, the love and shadow of my parents, the looks and longing of my beloved, her love and tears, petty wishes and trifling demands, the sweet smiles and the company of my kids, their desire to have a bit of my time. no one, nothing waited for me, neither the blooming and craving of my beloved nor my kid's naughty looks and early childhood. Time flew by and I lost all those moments Which could have been mine. Running away from my own I only landed myself in a pseudo world with empty coffers with no one with me to share my spoil, agony and distress. Looking back there was nothing except the crowded lane that led me to my coffin. By the time I realised, the machine had a heart, life had lost its rhythm and rhyme The grey hairs of my kids were mocking t me and the lady sitting on a chair on the wheel with wrinkles all over greeted me with a faint smile. Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodMorning A LOOK AT LIFE-61 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY WITH A CELL PHONE IN MY HEART AND MIND Seeking laurels and accolades, appreciatio