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Career k is jhol jhal mai, kese aaram kare.....? Itni si toh umar hai yara, Ishq kare ya Kaam kare.....! ©Aishwarya Dubey #career #Coach #Passion #kaam

Career k is jhol jhal mai, kese aaram kare.....? Itni si toh umar hai yara, Ishq kare ya Kaam kare.....! ©Aishwarya Dubey #career #Coach #Passion #kaam

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-176 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE COUNTDOWN-2 A caged bird I am Do not remember How and when I fell in love with the cage How it became my lifeline My heart and mind. How I surrendered everything I loved and relished My freedom, love and passion For a handful of the sky over And a little earth to stand on A caged bird I am Forgotten long since How to fly in the open sky. Hope to muster enough strength To ward off the initial onslaught Gather me, my tired wings and mind To venture into the forgotten domain The unapproachable splendour of the empyrean Once a winged bird Do not remember When I last flew into the blue heaven. Hope! I will find my wings and urge, love and motivation to be on cloud nine once again Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 2.11.2022 All Copyrights Reserved https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2022/11/03/something-i-look-at-176/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodMorning SOMETHING I LOOK AT-176 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE COUNTDOWN-2 A caged bird I am Do not remember How and when

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-176 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE COUNTDOWN-2 A caged bird I am Do not remember How and when I fell in love with the cage How it became my lifeline My heart and mind. How I surrendered everything I loved and relished My freedom, love and passion For a handful of the sky over And a little earth to stand on A caged bird I am Forgotten long since How to fly in the open sky. Hope to muster enough strength To ward off the initial onslaught Gather me, my tired wings and mind To venture into the forgotten domain The unapproachable splendour of the empyrean Once a winged bird Do not remember When I last flew into the blue heaven. Hope! I will find my wings and urge, love and motivation to be on cloud nine once again Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 2.11.2022 All Copyrights Reserved https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2022/11/03/something-i-look-at-176/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodMorning SOMETHING I LOOK AT-176 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE COUNTDOWN-2 A caged bird I am Do not remember How and when

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-136 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I AM SORRY I am sorry I don't know my father I don't know my mother I am largely immune to their pain and pleasure I don't remember where I was born With whom and how I was brought up I have forgotten everything My love, relationships and past. My only passion and obsession is a golden tomorrow I don't remember history I don't know Mahatma Gandhi One thing I know I have a career The be-all and end-all of life Which I have to pursue with love and vigour People have come and go I do not remember how many I have forgotten those Who have made me what I am Coz I strongly believe whatever I am today is because of me In my memory are only those Through whom I can be identified Who can be my ladder to success Here nothing but success matters I want to succeed even at the cost of my own Of what use this beautiful world The sweetest of relationships If I am a failure Languishing in a silent corner having no taker I will reach the zenith of glory Pinnacle of success Once there Nobody will ask me how I am there Success is my love and passion The beats of my heart, pupil of my eyes It is nothing but the lure of success that defines me and my attitude better Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© 4.10.2019 All Copyrights Reserved smrutiweb.wordpress.com smrutitanuja.blogspot.com https://www.facebook.com/titutiku/ Picture-google ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodNight SOMETHING I LOOK AT-136 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I AM SORRY I am sorry I don't know my father I don't know my moth

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-136 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I AM SORRY I am sorry I don't know my father I don't know my mother I am largely immune to their pain and pleasure I don't remember where I was born With whom and how I was brought up I have forgotten everything My love, relationships and past. My only passion and obsession is a golden tomorrow I don't remember history I don't know Mahatma Gandhi One thing I know I have a career The be-all and end-all of life Which I have to pursue with love and vigour People have come and go I do not remember how many I have forgotten those Who have made me what I am Coz I strongly believe whatever I am today is because of me In my memory are only those Through whom I can be identified Who can be my ladder to success Here nothing but success matters I want to succeed even at the cost of my own Of what use this beautiful world The sweetest of relationships If I am a failure Languishing in a silent corner having no taker I will reach the zenith of glory Pinnacle of success Once there Nobody will ask me how I am there Success is my love and passion The beats of my heart, pupil of my eyes It is nothing but the lure of success that defines me and my attitude better Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© 4.10.2019 All Copyrights Reserved smrutiweb.wordpress.com smrutitanuja.blogspot.com https://www.facebook.com/titutiku/ Picture-google ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodNight SOMETHING I LOOK AT-136 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I AM SORRY I am sorry I don't know my father I don't know my moth

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White स्वार्थ लगे तो स्वार्थ ही सही लेकिन मोह त्याग कर, अपने सपने के लिए अपनो से विदा लेना ही पड़ता है।। ©Shi.....ya #GoodMorning#dream #desire #Passion #Life

White स्वार्थ लगे तो स्वार्थ ही सही लेकिन मोह त्याग कर, अपने सपने के लिए अपनो से विदा लेना ही पड़ता है।। ©Shi.....ya #GoodMorning#dream #desire #Passion #Life

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White सिर्फ भौतिक को ही धमकी दी जा सकती है। जब भौतिक से परे कोई आयाम आपके लिए एक जीवंत अनुभव बन जाता है, फिर कोई डर नहीं रह जाता। ©Barmod #Shiva #motavitonal #life #Passion #Quote

White सिर्फ भौतिक को ही धमकी दी जा सकती है। जब भौतिक से परे कोई आयाम आपके लिए एक जीवंत अनुभव बन जाता है, फिर कोई डर नहीं रह जाता। ©Barmod #Shiva #motavitonal #life #Passion #Quote

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

Srinivas

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Don't dwell on the doors that closed; instead, build new ones and walk through them with purpose and passion. ©Srinivas Don't dwell on the doors that closed; instead, build new ones and walk through them with purpose and passion.

Don't dwell on the doors that closed; instead, build new ones and walk through them with purpose and passion. ©Srinivas Don't dwell on the doors that closed; instead, build new ones and walk through them with purpose and passion.

Ek Kahani Gulabjamun Love Samosa

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White सुबह मैसेज किया था उसने आज मिलने का मन हैं बहाना ले आऊंगी सहेली के घर का तकरीबन सुबह 11 बजे वो दस्तक खटखटाए मेरे कमरे के दरवाजे की आते ही अंदर लिपट गई मुझसे वो बदन की महक मेरे सूंघने लगी छाती पे रखके होंठ लंबी सांसों के बीच समझ के मुझे सिर्फ अपना वो चूमने लगी मेने उससे पूछना चाहा क्या हुआ उसने मेरे होंठो पे रखे होंठ बंद करदी मेरी बोलती और आहिस्ता आहिस्ता एक हाथ गर्दन पे दूसरे हाथ से मेरी शर्ट के बटन खोलती देके धक्का मुझे बिस्तर पे खोलने लगी सिर के बाल मुझसे नजर बचा के फिर मेरे ऊपर चढ़के मेरे हाथो को दबाती उंगलियां अपनी फसा के एक हाथ में थमा दी कमर की खाल अपनी एक हाथ में पकड़ा दिए उसने अपने बाल कपड़े निकालने में भी लगे पल दो लगता हैं आज बिगड़ देगी वो मेरा हाल वो कहती तू जैसे चंदन हम बनके नागिन चिपक चिपक के तेरे ऊपर फिरेंगे आज वो कहती ना बंद करो लाइट कमरे की ना खिड़कियों पे परदे गिरेंगे आज वो जुबान मेरी पिए जा रही थी मीठे बर्फ की तरह और मुझे दोनो जांघो के बीच बिठा रखा था उसने शायरी के पन्ने की तरह बस रगड़ खा रहे थे बदन के वो हिस्से इस हालत में तड़प मुझमें भी बढ़ने लगी मैं जैसे ही कोशिश करने लगा समाने की अभी नही अभी नही वो मुझसे लड़ने लगी पसीने से भीग गया था बिस्तर सारा और मेरा सारा बदन उसकी गीली जुबान से बढ़ने लगी रफ्तार उसकी भी मेरी भी और फिर बारिश आने लगी आसमान से उसका खुल गया मुंह आंखे बंद हो गई हम जल रहे थे आग में बिना शमशान से फिर खुद को हल्का सा ऊपर उठा के अंदर में मुझे डुबाया अच्छे से नाखून बीचो बीच मेरे सीने पे अंगूठे से चुभाए अच्छे से वो मस्त है अब हो जैसे सवार बादल के संसार पे कहती मैं जान लूटा दू तेरे जैसे मस्त यार पे फिर कुछ देर बाद एक चीख के साथ वो गिर गई मेरे ऊपर ये कहती कहती कमबख्त मैं फिदा हूं निखिल तेरे इस प्यार पे ❤️🪶🥂 ©Ek Kahani Gulabjamun Love Samosa Love #Passion #junoon #ishq #Pyar #Trending #Reels #viral #Sex #romance #Romantic

White सुबह मैसेज किया था उसने आज मिलने का मन हैं बहाना ले आऊंगी सहेली के घर का तकरीबन सुबह 11 बजे वो दस्तक खटखटाए मेरे कमरे के दरवाजे की आते ही अंदर लिपट गई मुझसे वो बदन की महक मेरे सूंघने लगी छाती पे रखके होंठ लंबी सांसों के बीच समझ के मुझे सिर्फ अपना वो चूमने लगी मेने उससे पूछना चाहा क्या हुआ उसने मेरे होंठो पे रखे होंठ बंद करदी मेरी बोलती और आहिस्ता आहिस्ता एक हाथ गर्दन पे दूसरे हाथ से मेरी शर्ट के बटन खोलती देके धक्का मुझे बिस्तर पे खोलने लगी सिर के बाल मुझसे नजर बचा के फिर मेरे ऊपर चढ़के मेरे हाथो को दबाती उंगलियां अपनी फसा के एक हाथ में थमा दी कमर की खाल अपनी एक हाथ में पकड़ा दिए उसने अपने बाल कपड़े निकालने में भी लगे पल दो लगता हैं आज बिगड़ देगी वो मेरा हाल वो कहती तू जैसे चंदन हम बनके नागिन चिपक चिपक के तेरे ऊपर फिरेंगे आज वो कहती ना बंद करो लाइट कमरे की ना खिड़कियों पे परदे गिरेंगे आज वो जुबान मेरी पिए जा रही थी मीठे बर्फ की तरह और मुझे दोनो जांघो के बीच बिठा रखा था उसने शायरी के पन्ने की तरह बस रगड़ खा रहे थे बदन के वो हिस्से इस हालत में तड़प मुझमें भी बढ़ने लगी मैं जैसे ही कोशिश करने लगा समाने की अभी नही अभी नही वो मुझसे लड़ने लगी पसीने से भीग गया था बिस्तर सारा और मेरा सारा बदन उसकी गीली जुबान से बढ़ने लगी रफ्तार उसकी भी मेरी भी और फिर बारिश आने लगी आसमान से उसका खुल गया मुंह आंखे बंद हो गई हम जल रहे थे आग में बिना शमशान से फिर खुद को हल्का सा ऊपर उठा के अंदर में मुझे डुबाया अच्छे से नाखून बीचो बीच मेरे सीने पे अंगूठे से चुभाए अच्छे से वो मस्त है अब हो जैसे सवार बादल के संसार पे कहती मैं जान लूटा दू तेरे जैसे मस्त यार पे फिर कुछ देर बाद एक चीख के साथ वो गिर गई मेरे ऊपर ये कहती कहती कमबख्त मैं फिदा हूं निखिल तेरे इस प्यार पे ❤️🪶🥂 ©Ek Kahani Gulabjamun Love Samosa Love #Passion #junoon #ishq #Pyar #Trending #Reels #viral #Sex #romance #Romantic