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उसके छोड़कर जाने के बाद हम तो, कांच के टुकड़ों की तरह चूर-चूर हो गए...... जितनी शिद्दत से उसको चाहा हमने, उतना ज़्यादा फ़िर उससे हम दूर हो गए....... ©Poet Maddy उसके छोड़कर जाने के बाद हम तो, कांच के टुकड़ों की तरह चूर-चूर हो गए...... #Leave#Shattered#Piece#Glass#Passionately#Love#MoveAway........

उसके छोड़कर जाने के बाद हम तो, कांच के टुकड़ों की तरह चूर-चूर हो गए...... जितनी शिद्दत से उसको चाहा हमने, उतना ज़्यादा फ़िर उससे हम दूर हो गए....... ©Poet Maddy उसके छोड़कर जाने के बाद हम तो, कांच के टुकड़ों की तरह चूर-चूर हो गए...... #Leave#Shattered#Piece#Glass#Passionately#Love#MoveAway........

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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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

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Shattered Soul In the quiet dawn, I rise, A shadow of what I once was, Holding onto the threads of hope, That today, perhaps today, Your voice might break this silence, Might stitch the pieces of my shattered soul. Morning creeps through the window, With golden rays that once warmed me, But now they burn, For they illuminate the emptiness beside me, Where you used to be, Where your presence used to fill the air. I wait, with bated breath, For a message, a word, a sign, That I still linger in your thoughts, That you still remember the love we shared, But the hours stretch, And the silence grows heavier, Like a weight pressing on my chest. Noon passes, the sun high and bright, Mocking my loneliness, The world bustling outside, While inside, I'm a ghost, Drifting through the remnants of us, Replaying moments in my mind, Clinging to the echoes of your laughter. Afternoon fades into dusk, The sky bleeding into shades of sorrow, And still, I wait, My heart a fragile thing, Beating out a rhythm of despair, Each pulse a reminder, Of how you used to be my everything. The night falls, deep and cold, And with it, my hope crumbles, Into the dust of forgotten dreams, I am broken, beyond repair, A shattered soul, lost in the darkness, Waiting for a light that never comes. I whisper your name into the void, But it returns empty, hollow, As if the universe itself, Has forgotten us, Has erased the love we built, Leaving me alone, In this endless night. I am nothing now, A mere shadow, A reflection of the pain, That echoes through my veins, I am shattered, Pieces scattered across the floor, Of a life that no longer feels like mine. But is now only pain. ©_नूर_ए_दिल_ Shattered Soul #Love #SAD #Broken #Poetry #alone #lonely #Heart poetry poetry on love poetry lovers hindi poetry love poetry in englis

Shattered Soul In the quiet dawn, I rise, A shadow of what I once was, Holding onto the threads of hope, That today, perhaps today, Your voice might break this silence, Might stitch the pieces of my shattered soul. Morning creeps through the window, With golden rays that once warmed me, But now they burn, For they illuminate the emptiness beside me, Where you used to be, Where your presence used to fill the air. I wait, with bated breath, For a message, a word, a sign, That I still linger in your thoughts, That you still remember the love we shared, But the hours stretch, And the silence grows heavier, Like a weight pressing on my chest. Noon passes, the sun high and bright, Mocking my loneliness, The world bustling outside, While inside, I'm a ghost, Drifting through the remnants of us, Replaying moments in my mind, Clinging to the echoes of your laughter. Afternoon fades into dusk, The sky bleeding into shades of sorrow, And still, I wait, My heart a fragile thing, Beating out a rhythm of despair, Each pulse a reminder, Of how you used to be my everything. The night falls, deep and cold, And with it, my hope crumbles, Into the dust of forgotten dreams, I am broken, beyond repair, A shattered soul, lost in the darkness, Waiting for a light that never comes. I whisper your name into the void, But it returns empty, hollow, As if the universe itself, Has forgotten us, Has erased the love we built, Leaving me alone, In this endless night. I am nothing now, A mere shadow, A reflection of the pain, That echoes through my veins, I am shattered, Pieces scattered across the floor, Of a life that no longer feels like mine. But is now only pain. ©_नूर_ए_दिल_ Shattered Soul #Love #SAD #Broken #Poetry #alone #lonely #Heart poetry poetry on love poetry lovers hindi poetry love poetry in englis