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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-287 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Know not When do you understand love When do you appreciate Something exists beyond body and mind When will you accept me the way I am A feeling beyond physical existence A feeling, you can touch, sense, fall in Love with and make a part of life When do you realise Love is not a desire Rather love is coming out of all desires To a state where exists nothing Not even feeling of one's existence Only love in its pure, unalloyed form Love is not love-making The difference is so much You can hardly compare The latter is a conscious effort The former just happens When one soul is in tune with the other When two hearts rhyme with each other Love happens When you cease to be yourself Lose your identity and awareness Completely identify yourself with the Object of your love By losing yourself You find your loved one By merging your awareness and identity, You become one with your love And expand your consciousness to Unknown dimensions Love happens When both lose in each other Love emancipates them from The bondage of desires Takes them to a different Level of consciousness Where exists nothing but a single heart Deeply immersed in the ocean Of bliss and ecstasy Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 6.10.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/10/something-i-look-at-287.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/10/07/something-i-look-at-287/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodNight SOMETHING I LOOK AT-287 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Know not When do you understand love When do you appreciate Something exist

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-287 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Know not When do you understand love When do you appreciate Something exists beyond body and mind When will you accept me the way I am A feeling beyond physical existence A feeling, you can touch, sense, fall in Love with and make a part of life When do you realise Love is not a desire Rather love is coming out of all desires To a state where exists nothing Not even feeling of one's existence Only love in its pure, unalloyed form Love is not love-making The difference is so much You can hardly compare The latter is a conscious effort The former just happens When one soul is in tune with the other When two hearts rhyme with each other Love happens When you cease to be yourself Lose your identity and awareness Completely identify yourself with the Object of your love By losing yourself You find your loved one By merging your awareness and identity, You become one with your love And expand your consciousness to Unknown dimensions Love happens When both lose in each other Love emancipates them from The bondage of desires Takes them to a different Level of consciousness Where exists nothing but a single heart Deeply immersed in the ocean Of bliss and ecstasy Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 6.10.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/10/something-i-look-at-287.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/10/07/something-i-look-at-287/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodNight SOMETHING I LOOK AT-287 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Know not When do you understand love When do you appreciate Something exist

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White mahobbat iman ki tarah hoti hai.. or iman har kisi pai nahi laya ja sakta ..!! ©seema bhatti #good_night Rather Tahir

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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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