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White A LOOK-315 Pelf and power give you nothing except a false sense of security, add to your ego and pride, take you miles away from yourself and the grace and beauty of life if you know not how to use it. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 25.10.2024 All copyrights reserved ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari A LOOK-315 Pelf and power give you nothing except a false sense of security, add to your ego and pride, take you miles away f

White A LOOK-315 Pelf and power give you nothing except a false sense of security, add to your ego and pride, take you miles away from yourself and the grace and beauty of life if you know not how to use it. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 25.10.2024 All copyrights reserved ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari A LOOK-315 Pelf and power give you nothing except a false sense of security, add to your ego and pride, take you miles away f

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White A LOOK-315 Pelf and power give you nothing except a false sense of security, add to your ego and pride, take you miles away from yourself and the grace and beauty of life Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 25.10.2024 All copyrights reserved ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari A LOOK-315 Pelf and power give you nothing except a false sense of security, add to your ego and pride, take you miles away f

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A LOOK-257 In between You and me Exists nothing Except waves of bliss Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty A LOOK-257 In between You and me Exists nothing Except waves of bliss Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©

A LOOK-257 In between You and me Exists nothing Except waves of bliss Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty A LOOK-257 In between You and me Exists nothing Except waves of bliss Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-289 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY For me matters nothing Except your life and happiness. I value it more than I value my own Coz I live more in you and identify more With your happiness and sorrow, Success and failure I have nothing to achieve I have nothing to live for In you, I would like to see my dreams Flowering into reality My passion for life reaching new heights My only wish Is to see you smiling Before I leave My only dream Is to see your dreams Climbing the ladders of success Before I succumb to time I feel suffocated When I do not see you Though my senses Mostly, let me know how you are doing I have no desires Except a wish to start my day With the assurance that Everything is nice and fine and Smile on your lips is adding Crimson glow to the morning sunshine. Hope, you understand me. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sunset_time SOMETHING I LOOK AT-289 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY For me matters nothing Except your life and happiness. I value it more than

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-289 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY For me matters nothing Except your life and happiness. I value it more than I value my own Coz I live more in you and identify more With your happiness and sorrow, Success and failure I have nothing to achieve I have nothing to live for In you, I would like to see my dreams Flowering into reality My passion for life reaching new heights My only wish Is to see you smiling Before I leave My only dream Is to see your dreams Climbing the ladders of success Before I succumb to time I feel suffocated When I do not see you Though my senses Mostly, let me know how you are doing I have no desires Except a wish to start my day With the assurance that Everything is nice and fine and Smile on your lips is adding Crimson glow to the morning sunshine. Hope, you understand me. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sunset_time SOMETHING I LOOK AT-289 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY For me matters nothing Except your life and happiness. I value it more than

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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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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-275 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY We share Nothing in between Except wishes and concerns Yet we share so much Feelings, beautiful feelings A selfless desire for other's wellbeing More gratifying than a thousand relationships To each other We mean so much The dignified space in between We honour The way we reciprocate And understand each other Speak one thing Love is not the way it is understood It is much more A passion unlimited Chemistry undefined A longing eternal When desires melt Love finds its true expression In a state of desirelessness Love fulfils itself One goes beyond body and mind Becomes pure consciousness Know not How to say What you mean to me You mean so much Short of words to pen But no desires, no cravings Except a wish to see you smiling Till I am alive If that is not love Then what is love, my love? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty India 11.9.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/09/something-i-look-at-275.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/09/12/3919/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-275 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY We share Nothing in between Except wishes and concerns Yet we share so mu

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-275 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY We share Nothing in between Except wishes and concerns Yet we share so much Feelings, beautiful feelings A selfless desire for other's wellbeing More gratifying than a thousand relationships To each other We mean so much The dignified space in between We honour The way we reciprocate And understand each other Speak one thing Love is not the way it is understood It is much more A passion unlimited Chemistry undefined A longing eternal When desires melt Love finds its true expression In a state of desirelessness Love fulfils itself One goes beyond body and mind Becomes pure consciousness Know not How to say What you mean to me You mean so much Short of words to pen But no desires, no cravings Except a wish to see you smiling Till I am alive If that is not love Then what is love, my love? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty India 11.9.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/09/something-i-look-at-275.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/09/12/3919/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-275 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY We share Nothing in between Except wishes and concerns Yet we share so mu

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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