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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-291 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY What you say yours is not yours. It is mine, exclusively mine. How can I be an alien to my feelings, my emotions, my anxiety and fear, cheer and tear. I understand the language of your heart, listen to its beats, blend and rhyme with it. It is my heart not yours I know where it aches. How can I ignore the pain, remain indifferent to it, turn a deaf ear to my aching soul and dreaming eyes I feel your feelings Know not how to respond in a world that is unlike you and me. The difference is so much, at least I need one more birth to bridge up Something holds me back. Sometimes my conscience, sometimes my situation and upbringing, but in most of the times, it is me who come on my way. Not so easy to come out of the trap. Not easy to feel blood rushing in your veins when your best is already past Sometimes I think let me silently wither away to come as the man of your choice who deserves you, your love like no one else. My love, will you relish it if I do not remain myself, become someone else with whom my surroundings may not identify? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 21.20.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/10/something-i-look-at-291.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/10/21/something-i-look-at-291/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_dp SOMETHING I LOOK AT-291 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY What you say yours is not yours. It is mine, exclusively mine. How can I be an ali

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-291 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY What you say yours is not yours. It is mine, exclusively mine. How can I be an alien to my feelings, my emotions, my anxiety and fear, cheer and tear. I understand the language of your heart, listen to its beats, blend and rhyme with it. It is my heart not yours I know where it aches. How can I ignore the pain, remain indifferent to it, turn a deaf ear to my aching soul and dreaming eyes I feel your feelings Know not how to respond in a world that is unlike you and me. The difference is so much, at least I need one more birth to bridge up Something holds me back. Sometimes my conscience, sometimes my situation and upbringing, but in most of the times, it is me who come on my way. Not so easy to come out of the trap. Not easy to feel blood rushing in your veins when your best is already past Sometimes I think let me silently wither away to come as the man of your choice who deserves you, your love like no one else. My love, will you relish it if I do not remain myself, become someone else with whom my surroundings may not identify? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 21.20.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/10/something-i-look-at-291.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/10/21/something-i-look-at-291/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_dp SOMETHING I LOOK AT-291 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY What you say yours is not yours. It is mine, exclusively mine. How can I be an ali

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In the face of shared threats, the seeds of enmity wither, and the roots of friendship grow strong ©Srinivas In the face of shared threats, the seeds of enmity wither, and the roots of friendship grow strong.

In the face of shared threats, the seeds of enmity wither, and the roots of friendship grow strong ©Srinivas In the face of shared threats, the seeds of enmity wither, and the roots of friendship grow strong.

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-284 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY If you don't listen to me How can you connect with me Connect with my heart and soul Dreams, yearnings and wishes Grief, tears and melancholiness If you do not see me How can I convey my feelings How can I let you know What you mean to me When my eyes open They intend to see you When my eyes close They keep you in my mind's eye Never let me lose sight of you Even in deep and the wildest of dreams My heart silently chases you I connect with you at a subconscious level When the surrounding world withers away Wither away all calculations, Permutations and combinations When remain none except you I meet you on the other side of the horizon My thinking evaporates into nothing And I find myself amid bliss and joy Does not matter How you feel, what you do and undo Irrespective of your fancies and whims I will always stay connected with you At a different level Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-284 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY If you don't listen to me How can you connect with me Connect with my heart

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-284 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY If you don't listen to me How can you connect with me Connect with my heart and soul Dreams, yearnings and wishes Grief, tears and melancholiness If you do not see me How can I convey my feelings How can I let you know What you mean to me When my eyes open They intend to see you When my eyes close They keep you in my mind's eye Never let me lose sight of you Even in deep and the wildest of dreams My heart silently chases you I connect with you at a subconscious level When the surrounding world withers away Wither away all calculations, Permutations and combinations When remain none except you I meet you on the other side of the horizon My thinking evaporates into nothing And I find myself amid bliss and joy Does not matter How you feel, what you do and undo Irrespective of your fancies and whims I will always stay connected with you At a different level Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-284 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY If you don't listen to me How can you connect with me Connect with my heart

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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