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Bhagyashree Jena

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White Why do I love you, Though there is a lot of infront of me;those who loves me more than me, Why do I cry for you, though I am the one who is always smiling, Why I cannot able to see you with others, And bothering myself with absurd thoughts, Is it out of love or madness? Now I'm unable to give it any name. ©Bhagyashree Jena #why do i

White Why do I love you, Though there is a lot of infront of me;those who loves me more than me, Why do I cry for you, though I am the one who is always smiling, Why I cannot able to see you with others, And bothering myself with absurd thoughts, Is it out of love or madness? Now I'm unable to give it any name. ©Bhagyashree Jena #why do i

Ajita Bansal

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White दर्द ने सिखाया खुद से मिलना, राहों में खो जाने से पहले, ख़ुद को जानना ज़रूरी है, तब जाकर कोई सही रास्ता लगे। हर ख्वाब का पीछा करते हुए, सपनों में खो जाते हैं हम, लेकिन जब वो टूटते हैं, तब महसूस होता है, हम कहाँ थे, कहाँ हम। अक्सर दूसरों की नज़र से ही जीते हैं हम, पर सच्ची पहचान तो अंदर से आती है। जो खुद को समझे, वही खुद को पा सकता है, बाकी सब तो बस एक छलावा होता है। अब मेरी आँखों में बस एक सवाल है, क्या मैं सचमुच खुद से प्यार करता हूँ? जब तक ये सवाल हल नहीं होगा, ख़ुद के ही हाल में, ख़ुद से जूझता रहूँगा। ©Ajita Bansal #Sad_Status poem of the day

White दर्द ने सिखाया खुद से मिलना, राहों में खो जाने से पहले, ख़ुद को जानना ज़रूरी है, तब जाकर कोई सही रास्ता लगे। हर ख्वाब का पीछा करते हुए, सपनों में खो जाते हैं हम, लेकिन जब वो टूटते हैं, तब महसूस होता है, हम कहाँ थे, कहाँ हम। अक्सर दूसरों की नज़र से ही जीते हैं हम, पर सच्ची पहचान तो अंदर से आती है। जो खुद को समझे, वही खुद को पा सकता है, बाकी सब तो बस एक छलावा होता है। अब मेरी आँखों में बस एक सवाल है, क्या मैं सचमुच खुद से प्यार करता हूँ? जब तक ये सवाल हल नहीं होगा, ख़ुद के ही हाल में, ख़ुद से जूझता रहूँगा। ©Ajita Bansal #Sad_Status poem of the day

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-176 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE COUNTDOWN-2 A caged bird I am Do not remember How and when I fell in love with the cage How it became my lifeline My heart and mind. How I surrendered everything I loved and relished My freedom, love and passion For a handful of the sky over And a little earth to stand on A caged bird I am Forgotten long since How to fly in the open sky. Hope to muster enough strength To ward off the initial onslaught Gather me, my tired wings and mind To venture into the forgotten domain The unapproachable splendour of the empyrean Once a winged bird Do not remember When I last flew into the blue heaven. Hope! I will find my wings and urge, love and motivation to be on cloud nine once again Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 2.11.2022 All Copyrights Reserved https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2022/11/03/something-i-look-at-176/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodMorning SOMETHING I LOOK AT-176 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE COUNTDOWN-2 A caged bird I am Do not remember How and when

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-176 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE COUNTDOWN-2 A caged bird I am Do not remember How and when I fell in love with the cage How it became my lifeline My heart and mind. How I surrendered everything I loved and relished My freedom, love and passion For a handful of the sky over And a little earth to stand on A caged bird I am Forgotten long since How to fly in the open sky. Hope to muster enough strength To ward off the initial onslaught Gather me, my tired wings and mind To venture into the forgotten domain The unapproachable splendour of the empyrean Once a winged bird Do not remember When I last flew into the blue heaven. Hope! I will find my wings and urge, love and motivation to be on cloud nine once again Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 2.11.2022 All Copyrights Reserved https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2022/11/03/something-i-look-at-176/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodMorning SOMETHING I LOOK AT-176 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE COUNTDOWN-2 A caged bird I am Do not remember How and when

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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 वो रास्ते भी क्या रास्ते थे, जो हमें मंज़िल तक ले जाते थे। कभी धूप में, कभी छाँव में, हम चलते रहे, सफ़र के साथ। हर मोड़ पर, हर इक ठहराव में, मिले हमसे कुछ किस्से नए। कभी हँसाए, कभी रुलाए, वो रास्ते भी हमें सिखाते गए। कभी ठोकरें खाईं, कभी गिरकर उठे, मंज़िल की ओर बढ़ते गए। वो रास्ते हमें समझाते रहे, कि संघर्ष ही है असली जीत का रास्ता। ©Ajita Bansal #Thinking poem of the day

White वो रास्ते भी क्या रास्ते थे, जो हमें मंज़िल तक ले जाते थे। कभी धूप में, कभी छाँव में, हम चलते रहे, सफ़र के साथ। हर मोड़ पर, हर इक ठहराव में, मिले हमसे कुछ किस्से नए। कभी हँसाए, कभी रुलाए, वो रास्ते भी हमें सिखाते गए। कभी ठोकरें खाईं, कभी गिरकर उठे, मंज़िल की ओर बढ़ते गए। वो रास्ते हमें समझाते रहे, कि संघर्ष ही है असली जीत का रास्ता। ©Ajita Bansal #Thinking poem of the day