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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-284 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY If you don't listen to me How can you connect with me Connect with my heart and soul Dreams, yearnings and wishes Grief, tears and melancholiness If you do not see me How can I convey my feelings How can I let you know What you mean to me When my eyes open They intend to see you When my eyes close They keep you in my mind's eye Never let me lose sight of you Even in deep and the wildest of dreams My heart silently chases you I connect with you at a subconscious level When the surrounding world withers away Wither away all calculations, Permutations and combinations When remain none except you I meet you on the other side of the horizon My thinking evaporates into nothing And I find myself amid bliss and joy Does not matter How you feel, what you do and undo Irrespective of your fancies and whims I will always stay connected with you At a different level Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-284 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY If you don't listen to me How can you connect with me Connect with my heart

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-284 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY If you don't listen to me How can you connect with me Connect with my heart and soul Dreams, yearnings and wishes Grief, tears and melancholiness If you do not see me How can I convey my feelings How can I let you know What you mean to me When my eyes open They intend to see you When my eyes close They keep you in my mind's eye Never let me lose sight of you Even in deep and the wildest of dreams My heart silently chases you I connect with you at a subconscious level When the surrounding world withers away Wither away all calculations, Permutations and combinations When remain none except you I meet you on the other side of the horizon My thinking evaporates into nothing And I find myself amid bliss and joy Does not matter How you feel, what you do and undo Irrespective of your fancies and whims I will always stay connected with you At a different level Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-284 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY If you don't listen to me How can you connect with me Connect with my heart

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-281 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Sometimes I think If ever I can give you a gift? Then I ask myself What can I give you except a heartfelt wish A few drops of tears rolling down my cheeks? What can I give to the princess charming Except my agony and apathy How can I venture to give someone Who herself is the epitome of grace and beauty Affluence, abundance and plenty You know not What you mean to me Your presence in my life Is the greatest gift of the Almighty I value it so much Sometimes I forget me and my identity Go back to the beauty of my teens Hope! You will accept me the way I am We are soulmates since time immemorial What can I give you Nothing is mine except my sighs If I can not share with you my cheers Why should I my sigh and tears? I have composed my masterpiece It is you manifested in each line I can't share my heart with anyone else It is for you and you only I will preserve it till eternity Someday I may dare to gift you May not be in this birth Maybe at some other time In some other birth Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-281 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Sometimes I think If ever I can give you a gift? Then I ask myself What ca

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-281 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Sometimes I think If ever I can give you a gift? Then I ask myself What can I give you except a heartfelt wish A few drops of tears rolling down my cheeks? What can I give to the princess charming Except my agony and apathy How can I venture to give someone Who herself is the epitome of grace and beauty Affluence, abundance and plenty You know not What you mean to me Your presence in my life Is the greatest gift of the Almighty I value it so much Sometimes I forget me and my identity Go back to the beauty of my teens Hope! You will accept me the way I am We are soulmates since time immemorial What can I give you Nothing is mine except my sighs If I can not share with you my cheers Why should I my sigh and tears? I have composed my masterpiece It is you manifested in each line I can't share my heart with anyone else It is for you and you only I will preserve it till eternity Someday I may dare to gift you May not be in this birth Maybe at some other time In some other birth Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-281 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Sometimes I think If ever I can give you a gift? Then I ask myself What ca

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-137 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A LOOK AT ME Don't call me a poet I am not one. How can I be with so much ego, hatred and jealousy? How can I be one when I don't have the eyes to see good in others, a heart to reciprocate and a mind to acknowledge truth and beauty How can someone be who does not enjoy other's success, an island in himself who has not seen anything beyond the blue sea. One whose sun rises and sets, the day begins and night descends only for himself can hardly be a poet. Being an epitome of negativity in all its forms I only faithfully reflect myself, my selfishness, prejudice and malice for the rest. If poetry is reflecting the society for its betterment what betterment I am doing except propagating and projecting myself I need at least one more birth to love and understand poetry, appreciate others and many more births to realise, there is absolutely no difference I and my focus of jealousness are the same Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #International_Day_Of_Peace SOMETHING I LOOK AT-137 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A LOOK AT ME Don't call me a poet I am not one. How c

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-137 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A LOOK AT ME Don't call me a poet I am not one. How can I be with so much ego, hatred and jealousy? How can I be one when I don't have the eyes to see good in others, a heart to reciprocate and a mind to acknowledge truth and beauty How can someone be who does not enjoy other's success, an island in himself who has not seen anything beyond the blue sea. One whose sun rises and sets, the day begins and night descends only for himself can hardly be a poet. Being an epitome of negativity in all its forms I only faithfully reflect myself, my selfishness, prejudice and malice for the rest. If poetry is reflecting the society for its betterment what betterment I am doing except propagating and projecting myself I need at least one more birth to love and understand poetry, appreciate others and many more births to realise, there is absolutely no difference I and my focus of jealousness are the same Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #International_Day_Of_Peace SOMETHING I LOOK AT-137 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A LOOK AT ME Don't call me a poet I am not one. How c

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My My head is like a pinball game Bouncing from side to side Jumping up and then down It takes me on an amusement ride My mind is like a race track Thoughts travel round n round Frequently hitting the barriers So often that I've lost count My brain feels like it sparks Ready to spontaneously combust At any moment an explosion Will leave me with just dust Thoughts like a jack in the box, Turn the handle and surprise At the point of no returning This is what thinking comprises There may be a meltdown My reactors will burst The confusion will leak Unless I can get it reversed ©Schizology My #my #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Mind

My My head is like a pinball game Bouncing from side to side Jumping up and then down It takes me on an amusement ride My mind is like a race track Thoughts travel round n round Frequently hitting the barriers So often that I've lost count My brain feels like it sparks Ready to spontaneously combust At any moment an explosion Will leave me with just dust Thoughts like a jack in the box, Turn the handle and surprise At the point of no returning This is what thinking comprises There may be a meltdown My reactors will burst The confusion will leak Unless I can get it reversed ©Schizology My #my #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Mind

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White “I think I can. I know I can.” – Jennifer Wittwer ©@ytshortsdunia “I think I can. I know I can.” – Jennifer Wittwer #Nojoto #Love #Trending #viral #Motivational #Life

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White A LOOK AT LIFE-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY HOW CAN I FORGET? How can I forget the sweat of the poorest of the poor that has gone into my making? How can I forget I am brought up on the taxpayer's contribution And the resources of the country? How can I forget The system that groomed me and Stood by me at the time of my need? How can I forget The air, water and sunlight That nourished me? How can I forget The summer shower, smell of the moist earth That drenched me? How can I forget The love, commitment and dedication of others That kept me alive? How can I forget The language of empathy and reciprocation That taught me the lessons of life? How can I forget My parents, siblings, friends and teachers For whom I am what I am? How can I forget My employer, boss and colleagues With whom I have spent quality time of life? How can I forget My love, kids and family Who have made my life sheer poetry? How can I forget The environment and ecosystem That sustained my existence? How can I forget my country, My mother who has given me an identity And purpose to live? Is it not my duty To listen to her voice When she calls me and cries in silence? If it is not the time to reciprocate When they need me to Then when? after everything is over. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #wallpaper A LOOK AT LIFE-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY HOW CAN I FORGET? How can I forget the sweat of the poorest of the poor that h

White A LOOK AT LIFE-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY HOW CAN I FORGET? How can I forget the sweat of the poorest of the poor that has gone into my making? How can I forget I am brought up on the taxpayer's contribution And the resources of the country? How can I forget The system that groomed me and Stood by me at the time of my need? How can I forget The air, water and sunlight That nourished me? How can I forget The summer shower, smell of the moist earth That drenched me? How can I forget The love, commitment and dedication of others That kept me alive? How can I forget The language of empathy and reciprocation That taught me the lessons of life? How can I forget My parents, siblings, friends and teachers For whom I am what I am? How can I forget My employer, boss and colleagues With whom I have spent quality time of life? How can I forget My love, kids and family Who have made my life sheer poetry? How can I forget The environment and ecosystem That sustained my existence? How can I forget my country, My mother who has given me an identity And purpose to live? Is it not my duty To listen to her voice When she calls me and cries in silence? If it is not the time to reciprocate When they need me to Then when? after everything is over. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #wallpaper A LOOK AT LIFE-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY HOW CAN I FORGET? How can I forget the sweat of the poorest of the poor that h