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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-192 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE COUNTDOWN-18 Every beginning has an end Not sure Whether all ends have new beginnings Or there are some ends Which end in dead ends. When the door was first opened Pretty sure one day it would be closed But how soon it happened It seems as if it was yesterday When I put my first steps Now it is all over I am just a few steps away from my last step Things will remain as they are The deities, the clock, the atmosphere Everything will be as earlier Only difference It is me who will not be there Someone else will be on my chair And the chair on which I used to sit Will not wait for me anymore It will have its new owner With whom it will talk, smile And spend time as before People tend to forget Old faces, old memory fade New faces take the place of the old Old faces gradually disappear And vanish in darkness Does not matter Whether I am there or not Things will run at their pace If not me Someone else will be there To take care Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© 18.11.2022 India All copyrights reservedhttps://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2022/12/06/something-i-look-at-192/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #good_night SOMETHING I LOOK AT-192 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE COUNTDOWN-18 Every beginning has an end Not sure Whether all ends have n

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-192 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE COUNTDOWN-18 Every beginning has an end Not sure Whether all ends have new beginnings Or there are some ends Which end in dead ends. When the door was first opened Pretty sure one day it would be closed But how soon it happened It seems as if it was yesterday When I put my first steps Now it is all over I am just a few steps away from my last step Things will remain as they are The deities, the clock, the atmosphere Everything will be as earlier Only difference It is me who will not be there Someone else will be on my chair And the chair on which I used to sit Will not wait for me anymore It will have its new owner With whom it will talk, smile And spend time as before People tend to forget Old faces, old memory fade New faces take the place of the old Old faces gradually disappear And vanish in darkness Does not matter Whether I am there or not Things will run at their pace If not me Someone else will be there To take care Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© 18.11.2022 India All copyrights reservedhttps://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2022/12/06/something-i-look-at-192/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #good_night SOMETHING I LOOK AT-192 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE COUNTDOWN-18 Every beginning has an end Not sure Whether all ends have n

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-292 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Waited for you till sunset, but you never responded No matter, it is irony of fate and I truly deserve your indifference The stars twinkled in the sky, the moon brought a smile to a million faces, but I remained in utter darkness looking at the empty sky Evening stepped into the night, but you remained silent. I searched for you here and there, but you were nowhere on my pages The age of the night silently increased so also my loneliness and anxiety. The light was abundant outside. But in my darkness, I was silently looking at my pages hoping for your presence. Morning broke, but you neither turned in nor graced my wishes. There was jubilation all around But I was languishing in my lonely lane From you, I was expecting a wish, a beautiful wish which would have made my day. But it never came my way, never came that unusual shower to drench the dry earth I have learned to live with your indifference I know I deserve it more than anyone else. Sometimes it hurts, but I accept the reality. No option, I have to coz it is part of my destiny Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 25.10.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/10/something-i-look-at-292.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/10/25/something-i-look-at-292/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Sad_Status SOMETHING I LOOK AT-292 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Waited for you till sunset, but you never responded No matter, it is irony of

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-292 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Waited for you till sunset, but you never responded No matter, it is irony of fate and I truly deserve your indifference The stars twinkled in the sky, the moon brought a smile to a million faces, but I remained in utter darkness looking at the empty sky Evening stepped into the night, but you remained silent. I searched for you here and there, but you were nowhere on my pages The age of the night silently increased so also my loneliness and anxiety. The light was abundant outside. But in my darkness, I was silently looking at my pages hoping for your presence. Morning broke, but you neither turned in nor graced my wishes. There was jubilation all around But I was languishing in my lonely lane From you, I was expecting a wish, a beautiful wish which would have made my day. But it never came my way, never came that unusual shower to drench the dry earth I have learned to live with your indifference I know I deserve it more than anyone else. Sometimes it hurts, but I accept the reality. No option, I have to coz it is part of my destiny Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 25.10.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/10/something-i-look-at-292.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/10/25/something-i-look-at-292/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Sad_Status SOMETHING I LOOK AT-292 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Waited for you till sunset, but you never responded No matter, it is irony of

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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