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White "Why is effort never appreciated, only the output?" ©Swati Rani Effort to deserve appreciation #quotesaboutlife

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-133 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY WOMANHOOD, A BLISS I am not the selfish arrogant 'I' I am not the independent egoistic 'I' I am not an island in myself But an interdependent loving and reciprocating 'I' an ocean of unlimited joy and bliss, a mother to many including the man I love And his father who sees his mother in me. A mother, a sister, a daughter, a daughter in law, a wife and beloved I am, complete in every respect, do equal justice to all my roles, true to myself and others. Completely lost in my family, lost my identity only to become the mistress of it with a much bigger identity. My womanhood never rests on selfish interests and possessive individualism It is firmly entrenched on love, appreciation and an understanding of each other's needs, emotions and feelings I can't afford to be selfish On me, on my love and sacrifice stands my family. I am the mainstay, the pivot around which revolves family and other institutions of society. I am the voice that gives it meaning and identity But for me, the family is a family I am that human touch that makes my family so beautiful Or else it is an assemblage of selfish interests, a solitary asylum in a noman's land. I love my family, my family loves me What more do I need? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #good_night SOMETHING I LOOK AT-133 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY WOMANHOOD, A BLISS I am not the selfish arrogant 'I' I am not the independent

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-133 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY WOMANHOOD, A BLISS I am not the selfish arrogant 'I' I am not the independent egoistic 'I' I am not an island in myself But an interdependent loving and reciprocating 'I' an ocean of unlimited joy and bliss, a mother to many including the man I love And his father who sees his mother in me. A mother, a sister, a daughter, a daughter in law, a wife and beloved I am, complete in every respect, do equal justice to all my roles, true to myself and others. Completely lost in my family, lost my identity only to become the mistress of it with a much bigger identity. My womanhood never rests on selfish interests and possessive individualism It is firmly entrenched on love, appreciation and an understanding of each other's needs, emotions and feelings I can't afford to be selfish On me, on my love and sacrifice stands my family. I am the mainstay, the pivot around which revolves family and other institutions of society. I am the voice that gives it meaning and identity But for me, the family is a family I am that human touch that makes my family so beautiful Or else it is an assemblage of selfish interests, a solitary asylum in a noman's land. I love my family, my family loves me What more do I need? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #good_night SOMETHING I LOOK AT-133 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY WOMANHOOD, A BLISS I am not the selfish arrogant 'I' I am not the independent

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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 A LOOK AT LIFE-58 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MISTAKE OF A LIFE I know not how many minutes and hours, days, months and years, I have spent in meaningless pursuits in proving myself, in proving I am not at par but head and shoulder above others. I know not how many times I turned my back to truth and bliss. How many times I failed to understand love and it's beauty, someone's tears, sacrifices, hours of waiting and longing for me. I know hardly I lived my life for me. It was for those significant others whom I valued the most in seeking their appreciation and recognition who themselves achieved nothing, lived the whole of their lives in illusion in a pseudo world with pseudo greatness and pseudo satisfaction I lived a life in acquiring pelf and power, laurels and accolades adding to my inflated ego, proving before others I am unique and different and don't belong to the same species to which others belong My Lord! How far away I am from me, from my life and it's beauty? How futile is that life which is shaped and designed, not by how one is, but by how others view and assess it. I achieved nothing. What one achieves by running away from his own, family, friends and relations, by alienating from the inner being forgetting life and its purpose, playing all the while to the galleries? If life means running away from oneself, from truth and bliss. If life is an endeavour in pursuit of appreciation and recognition, in chasing a mirage which goes away farther and farther Forgive me! My Lord I don't need one more. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved. ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Sad_shayri A LOOK AT LIFE-58 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MISTAKE OF A LIFE I know not how many minutes and hours, days, months and yea

White A LOOK AT LIFE-58 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MISTAKE OF A LIFE I know not how many minutes and hours, days, months and years, I have spent in meaningless pursuits in proving myself, in proving I am not at par but head and shoulder above others. I know not how many times I turned my back to truth and bliss. How many times I failed to understand love and it's beauty, someone's tears, sacrifices, hours of waiting and longing for me. I know hardly I lived my life for me. It was for those significant others whom I valued the most in seeking their appreciation and recognition who themselves achieved nothing, lived the whole of their lives in illusion in a pseudo world with pseudo greatness and pseudo satisfaction I lived a life in acquiring pelf and power, laurels and accolades adding to my inflated ego, proving before others I am unique and different and don't belong to the same species to which others belong My Lord! How far away I am from me, from my life and it's beauty? How futile is that life which is shaped and designed, not by how one is, but by how others view and assess it. I achieved nothing. What one achieves by running away from his own, family, friends and relations, by alienating from the inner being forgetting life and its purpose, playing all the while to the galleries? If life means running away from oneself, from truth and bliss. If life is an endeavour in pursuit of appreciation and recognition, in chasing a mirage which goes away farther and farther Forgive me! My Lord I don't need one more. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved. ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Sad_shayri A LOOK AT LIFE-58 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MISTAKE OF A LIFE I know not how many minutes and hours, days, months and yea