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विषय कोई भी हो, कर्म की क्रिया कभी नहीं बदलती, कर्म ही कर्ता बन जाता है , करण का माप दंड सबके लिए समान रहता है इसीलिए कर्म ही गुरु बन जाता है . . . ©बेजुबान शायर shivkumar Kshitija Aman Singh Sethi Ji poonam atrey Andy Mann अनमोल विचार सुविचार इन हिंदी Extraterrestrial life नये अच्छे विचार बेस्ट सुविचार

विषय कोई भी हो, कर्म की क्रिया कभी नहीं बदलती, कर्म ही कर्ता बन जाता है , करण का माप दंड सबके लिए समान रहता है इसीलिए कर्म ही गुरु बन जाता है . . . ©बेजुबान शायर shivkumar Kshitija Aman Singh Sethi Ji poonam atrey Andy Mann अनमोल विचार सुविचार इन हिंदी Extraterrestrial life नये अच्छे विचार बेस्ट सुविचार

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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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-50 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You love me I love you too Our love is unconditional We feel each other's feelings We sense each other's needs You are in me and I am in you That is our love and bonding Nothing but pure love in between I will be made a man But you will remain a child forever, hardly affected by the change in time. For you nothing matters It is love and love all the way From your first breath to the last Your object of love is the same Your priorities never change with the Changing need of time and circumstances, Whims and caprices But I doubt whether my Love for you will be the same You are true to yourself, Always there for me To sacrifice every bit you have. But man is a man, Never full and complete As you are. My priorities keep on changing, So is my definition of love, Its language and chemistry. I can't love you the same way You love me My rational mind and naked Self-interest come in the way I do not want to be a man. With all my incompleteness, Limitations and rational reasonings, Let me remain a child at heart To reciprocate the feeling of Someone who really loves, To have the beauty of its love In all its colours, To live and in love with it Forever copyright@smrutiranjan18.8.2017 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodMorning SOMETHING I LOOK AT-50 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You love me I love you too Our love is unconditional We feel each other's fee

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-50 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You love me I love you too Our love is unconditional We feel each other's feelings We sense each other's needs You are in me and I am in you That is our love and bonding Nothing but pure love in between I will be made a man But you will remain a child forever, hardly affected by the change in time. For you nothing matters It is love and love all the way From your first breath to the last Your object of love is the same Your priorities never change with the Changing need of time and circumstances, Whims and caprices But I doubt whether my Love for you will be the same You are true to yourself, Always there for me To sacrifice every bit you have. But man is a man, Never full and complete As you are. My priorities keep on changing, So is my definition of love, Its language and chemistry. I can't love you the same way You love me My rational mind and naked Self-interest come in the way I do not want to be a man. With all my incompleteness, Limitations and rational reasonings, Let me remain a child at heart To reciprocate the feeling of Someone who really loves, To have the beauty of its love In all its colours, To live and in love with it Forever copyright@smrutiranjan18.8.2017 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodMorning SOMETHING I LOOK AT-50 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You love me I love you too Our love is unconditional We feel each other's fee

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-90 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A woman I am, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a wife and beloved. In all my roles I complement and fulfil the men in my life. I make them full and complete. On my love and sacrifice, they stand, on my feet, they walk the thorny path of life but look at the world through a pair of jaundiced eyes. Without me, they are just aimless ships sailing in the boisterous sea. I am the able navigator who bring them safely ashore, but they forget it the moment they come back to their comfort zone. I am the life in them, that carries them forward to their destination. It is the woman behind every man, her unconditional love and motivation that precisely define a man, his success and failure, but never his attitudes and behaviours and the way they look at woman. I have been with you like your shadow living and enduring your moments of joy and despair, happiness and sorrow, never thinking for a moment i have a life of my own. Am i wrong? if i ask for a bit of your love, affection, reciprocation and concern? Is it not your duty to respect me, my dignity to fulfil my wishes and priority, to be with me as and when i need and give me enough breathing space to live life as i wish? I relish and withstand your occasional love, its outburst, but to be my man you are to find the woman in you and change the way you look at me and the world around. ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-90 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A woman I am, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a wife and beloved. In all my ro

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-90 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A woman I am, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a wife and beloved. In all my roles I complement and fulfil the men in my life. I make them full and complete. On my love and sacrifice, they stand, on my feet, they walk the thorny path of life but look at the world through a pair of jaundiced eyes. Without me, they are just aimless ships sailing in the boisterous sea. I am the able navigator who bring them safely ashore, but they forget it the moment they come back to their comfort zone. I am the life in them, that carries them forward to their destination. It is the woman behind every man, her unconditional love and motivation that precisely define a man, his success and failure, but never his attitudes and behaviours and the way they look at woman. I have been with you like your shadow living and enduring your moments of joy and despair, happiness and sorrow, never thinking for a moment i have a life of my own. Am i wrong? if i ask for a bit of your love, affection, reciprocation and concern? Is it not your duty to respect me, my dignity to fulfil my wishes and priority, to be with me as and when i need and give me enough breathing space to live life as i wish? I relish and withstand your occasional love, its outburst, but to be my man you are to find the woman in you and change the way you look at me and the world around. ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-90 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A woman I am, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a wife and beloved. In all my ro

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A bit of thought Are you thinking what I'm thinking We take a walk behind the shed We pretend we're home in bed Am I dreaming this or is it real You standing there so elegantly Your body is shaped eloquently Can you pinch me hard I ask This can't be what I'm seeing Your beauty has me believing It doesn't seem possible to do But singlehandedly you did it Made me confess my love bid ©Schizology A bit of thought #thought #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #love❤

A bit of thought Are you thinking what I'm thinking We take a walk behind the shed We pretend we're home in bed Am I dreaming this or is it real You standing there so elegantly Your body is shaped eloquently Can you pinch me hard I ask This can't be what I'm seeing Your beauty has me believing It doesn't seem possible to do But singlehandedly you did it Made me confess my love bid ©Schizology A bit of thought #thought #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #love❤