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Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

#sad_quotes A LOOK AT LIFE-140 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The higher you go The lonelier you feel The more sophisticated you become The more #Poetry

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BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

The higher you go
The lonelier you feel
The more sophisticated you become
The more you miss life
Calculations, permutations and combinations
Dreams, desires and ambitions unlimited
Take you miles away from life and reality
You miss the fresh morning sun
The cool breeze coming across
And the romantic moon weaving dreams of love
You miss the first rain
The smell of moist earth
The smile on your child's lips
The dreamy eyes of your better half
The love and concern of your parents

Your status
Creates a golden cage
Where you stay alone
Talk to yourself
It never allows you to come out
And live your normal life
Standing on the top of the world
You cry in vain
Find none to share your feelings
You celebrate your success all alone
With no one to cheer
No one with you except your inflated go

Be aware of yourself
You are your biggest enemy
It is you, no one else
Who deprives you of life and its beauty
Your quest for nothing creates a big void
And land you in a no man's land
Where you find nothing
But a ladder that never ends

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_quotes A LOOK AT LIFE-140
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

The higher you go
The lonelier you feel
The more sophisticated you become
The more

Srinivas

You can't pour joy into others from a heart that's empty—nourish your own soul, and happiness will overflow. #Life

Srinivas

#Sad_Status In the depths of darkness, your inner light shines the brightest, guiding you to unseen horizons. #Motivational

White In the depths of darkness, your inner light shines the brightest, guiding you to unseen horizons.

©Srinivas #Sad_Status In the depths of darkness, your inner light shines the brightest, guiding you to unseen horizons.

Internet Jockey

#good_night Universe will make you accept the truth not your version of truth

White Universe will make you accept the truth
not your version of truth

©Internet Jockey #good_night Universe will make you accept the truth
not your version of truth

Vaibhav Harsh Saxena

# Soul of heart #Videos

Unfaithful_j_بےوفا

unfaithful_j_بےوفا The wounds of my heart are asleep, don't you try to wake them up #Life

The wounds of my heart are asleep,
don't you try to wake them up

©Unfaithful_j_بےوفا #unfaithful_j_بےوفا
The wounds of my heart are asleep, don't you try to wake them up

Hashim Bannur | ಹಾಶಿಂ ಬನ್ನೂರು

#Friendship A best friend is someone who knows the beat of your heart and is ready to set your own heart to the same beat.! Happy Friends #ಆಲೋಚನೆಗಳು #hashim_bannur_Socialmedia #hashim_bannur_Nojoto #happyfriendshipday2024

twisha ray

In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, there lived a young man named Arjun, whose passion for music was known far and wide. He played the violin with a soul-stirring grace that could turn the hardest heart soft. His melodies were the lifeblood of village celebrations, and his presence brought joy to everyone around him. One day, a new resident came to town—a girl named Meera, who had a gentle spirit and a love for the arts. Her arrival was marked by the soft strum of a guitar she carried with her, a piece of her old life now tangled with dreams of the future. She and Arjun soon crossed paths, their shared love for music weaving an invisible bond between them. Arjun was captivated by Meera’s talent, and together they began creating music that transcended words. Their duets were magical, blending the violin’s poignant melodies with the guitar’s warm harmonies. The village marveled at their performances, often gathering to hear the enchanting music that flowed from their combined efforts. Their connection grew deeper with each passing day, and what began as a musical partnership blossomed into a profound, unspoken affection. Arjun’s heart swelled with every note he played for Meera, and she felt the same way, though she never voiced it. They became inseparable, their lives intertwining like the strings of their instruments. But as seasons changed, so did the winds of fate. Meera received a letter with an opportunity to study music in a distant city—a chance she had dreamed of since childhood. The excitement in her eyes was palpable, but so was the sorrow in Arjun’s heart. He knew that this was an opportunity she couldn’t refuse, yet the thought of losing her was unbearable. On the eve of her departure, Arjun and Meera performed one final duet under the starry sky. The notes they played were heavy with emotion, each melody a silent plea to stay. The music, once so joyful and uplifting, now carried the weight of their unspoken words. As the final chords faded into the night, Arjun took Meera’s hand, his voice trembling. “You’ve given me more than just music, Meera. You’ve given me a piece of your heart, and I’m afraid I don’t know how to let go.” Meera’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Arjun, I’m taking a part of you with me too. Your music has been my guide, and though I’m going away, know that every note I play will be a reminder of us.” With a heavy heart, they parted ways, their shared dreams now separated by distance. Meera ventured into the city, where her talent flourished, and she became a celebrated musician. But no matter how successful she became, the memory of Arjun’s violin and their shared melodies stayed with her. Back in the village, Arjun continued to play his violin, but the music felt different. The joy was tinged with a melancholy that couldn’t be shaken. He poured his heart into every performance, each note a tribute to the love that once was. Years passed, and Meera returned to the village, her fame preceding her. She sought out Arjun, and when they reunited, the bond between them was still palpable. They played together once more, their music filled with both the joy of reunion and the sorrow of lost time. Their story, a love born from broken strings and tender notes, was a testament to the beauty of music and the pain of separation. Though their paths had diverged, their hearts remained forever intertwined, bound by the melodies that first brought them together. And so, in the village where their love began, Arjun’s violin and Meera’s guitar continued to play, each note a reminder of a love that, though fractured, was never truly lost. --- ©twisha ray The Melancholy of Broken Strings #trnojo62 #Broken💔Heart

The Melancholy of Broken Strings #trnojo62 Broken💔Heart #Love

$In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, there lived a young man named Arjun, whose passion for music was known far and wide. He played the violin with a soul-stirring grace that could turn the hardest heart soft. His melodies were the lifeblood of village celebrations, and his presence brought joy to everyone around him. One day, a new resident came to town—a girl named Meera, who had a gentle spirit and a love for the arts. Her arrival was marked by the soft strum of a guitar she carried with her, a piece of her old life now tangled with dreams of the future. She and Arjun soon crossed paths, their shared love for music weaving an invisible bond between them. Arjun was captivated by Meera’s talent, and together they began creating music that transcended words. Their duets were magical, blending the violin’s poignant melodies with the guitar’s warm harmonies. The village marveled at their performances, often gathering to hear the enchanting music that flowed from their combined efforts. Their connection grew deeper with each passing day, and what began as a musical partnership blossomed into a profound, unspoken affection. Arjun’s heart swelled with every note he played for Meera, and she felt the same way, though she never voiced it. They became inseparable, their lives intertwining like the strings of their instruments. But as seasons changed, so did the winds of fate. Meera received a letter with an opportunity to study music in a distant city—a chance she had dreamed of since childhood. The excitement in her eyes was palpable, but so was the sorrow in Arjun’s heart. He knew that this was an opportunity she couldn’t refuse, yet the thought of losing her was unbearable. On the eve of her departure, Arjun and Meera performed one final duet under the starry sky. The notes they played were heavy with emotion, each melody a silent plea to stay. The music, once so joyful and uplifting, now carried the weight of their unspoken words. As the final chords faded into the night, Arjun took Meera’s hand, his voice trembling. “You’ve given me more than just music, Meera. You’ve given me a piece of your heart, and I’m afraid I don’t know how to let go.” Meera’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Arjun, I’m taking a part of you with me too. Your music has been my guide, and though I’m going away, know that every note I play will be a reminder of us.” With a heavy heart, they parted ways, their shared dreams now separated by distance. Meera ventured into the city, where her talent flourished, and she became a celebrated musician. But no matter how successful she became, the memory of Arjun’s violin and their shared melodies stayed with her. Back in the village, Arjun continued to play his violin, but the music felt different. The joy was tinged with a melancholy that couldn’t be shaken. He poured his heart into every performance, each note a tribute to the love that once was. Years passed, and Meera returned to the village, her fame preceding her. She sought out Arjun, and when they reunited, the bond between them was still palpable. They played together once more, their music filled with both the joy of reunion and the sorrow of lost time. Their story, a love born from broken strings and tender notes, was a testament to the beauty of music and the pain of separation. Though their paths had diverged, their hearts remained forever intertwined, bound by the melodies that first brought them together. And so, in the village where their love began, Arjun’s violin and Meera’s guitar continued to play, each note a reminder of a love that, though fractured, was never truly lost. --- ©twisha ray The Melancholy of Broken Strings #trnojo62 #Broken💔Heart$