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दोस्ती सबसे बड़ा रिश्ता होता है, जब खून के रिश्ते और समाज के बनाए सभी रिश्ते साथ छोड़ देते हैं, तब भी दोस्ती का रिश्ता चलते रहता है... . ©Hamid Ali #touch

दोस्ती सबसे बड़ा रिश्ता होता है, जब खून के रिश्ते और समाज के बनाए सभी रिश्ते साथ छोड़ देते हैं, तब भी दोस्ती का रिश्ता चलते रहता है... . ©Hamid Ali #touch

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मजबूरी बाद में बता कर मतलब का इल्जाम लगा कर गुनहगार ठहराए जाओगे।। ©rakhi_sharma_01 #touch

मजबूरी बाद में बता कर मतलब का इल्जाम लगा कर गुनहगार ठहराए जाओगे।। ©rakhi_sharma_01 #touch

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-273 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Hope You read my poems If you don't read, who will? Who else will understand My emotions and feelings? Who else will fathom The depth and intensity of my love The way you can? Hope You read my poems If you do not Who will read my poems? Why shall I write For whom shall I write? Hope You reciprocate my emotion If not you who else will read me Read my pulse and perceptions On whose heart my poem will land From whom I will get the feedback Who will be my poetry My perennial source of joy and inspiration Hope To see you on my pages In your absence They look so dull and lifeless Like a flower without colour and fragrance Grace my pages They are dying to meet you once again Touch me, touch my lines Your touch of class Will let them come out of the grave. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-273 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Hope You read my poems If you don't read, who will? Who else will understan

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-273 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Hope You read my poems If you don't read, who will? Who else will understand My emotions and feelings? Who else will fathom The depth and intensity of my love The way you can? Hope You read my poems If you do not Who will read my poems? Why shall I write For whom shall I write? Hope You reciprocate my emotion If not you who else will read me Read my pulse and perceptions On whose heart my poem will land From whom I will get the feedback Who will be my poetry My perennial source of joy and inspiration Hope To see you on my pages In your absence They look so dull and lifeless Like a flower without colour and fragrance Grace my pages They are dying to meet you once again Touch me, touch my lines Your touch of class Will let them come out of the grave. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-273 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Hope You read my poems If you don't read, who will? Who else will understan

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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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जिंदगी किया हैं इक कहानी है ये कहानी नहीं सुनानी है।। ©rakhi_sharma_01 #touch

जिंदगी किया हैं इक कहानी है ये कहानी नहीं सुनानी है।। ©rakhi_sharma_01 #touch

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White HAPPY RAKHYA BANDHAN A LOOK AT LIFE-130 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The loss of mother is irreparable But don't mourn If you are blessed with a sister Look at her She is your mother in another form Be with her, with her share your Feelings and emotions, Bad days and good days Happiness and sorrow She will be with you in every storm Standing like a rock unperturbed The best thing That can happen to a man After father and mother Is the love and company of one's sisters. Your sister is a replica of your mother If you want to regain the paradise Everything you have lost, That love and lovely touch Just look at her the same way You look at your mother. Rakhi is not merely a thread It is love, concern and commitment personified It ties one with the other To share the ebb and tide of life together Listen to the voice of love You can hardly go wrong Love your sister with all your heart Be sure you will never look back My sisters are many To all my sisters I wish a life full and contented Let their miseries be mine My joy and happiness be theirs Let there be roses and roses on their way Leaving the thorns in my share Agony and distress if any For me take care. Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty HAPPY RAKHYA BANDHAN A LOOK AT LIFE-130 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The loss of mother is irreparable But don't mourn If you are blessed w

White HAPPY RAKHYA BANDHAN A LOOK AT LIFE-130 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The loss of mother is irreparable But don't mourn If you are blessed with a sister Look at her She is your mother in another form Be with her, with her share your Feelings and emotions, Bad days and good days Happiness and sorrow She will be with you in every storm Standing like a rock unperturbed The best thing That can happen to a man After father and mother Is the love and company of one's sisters. Your sister is a replica of your mother If you want to regain the paradise Everything you have lost, That love and lovely touch Just look at her the same way You look at your mother. Rakhi is not merely a thread It is love, concern and commitment personified It ties one with the other To share the ebb and tide of life together Listen to the voice of love You can hardly go wrong Love your sister with all your heart Be sure you will never look back My sisters are many To all my sisters I wish a life full and contented Let their miseries be mine My joy and happiness be theirs Let there be roses and roses on their way Leaving the thorns in my share Agony and distress if any For me take care. Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty HAPPY RAKHYA BANDHAN A LOOK AT LIFE-130 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The loss of mother is irreparable But don't mourn If you are blessed w

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-262 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY When I touch your shadow I feel the beats of your aching heart See the dancing waves in your teary eyes I sense everything you want to disseminate I can not come near I only talk to your shadow That is destiny I smell your fragrance from a distance I feel your feelings My heart throbs like yours The waves of emotion rise and silently vanish You are so true and beautiful Maybe I am from a distance You have not yet seen the barren land The rocky debris and scattered bedrock That is why, for you, the moon is so colourful Let me have many more births To be the moon of your dreams To be the man of your heart With whom you can fall in love I assure you, in some other birth I will be your prince charming And you my cherished fiancee The paragon of grace and beauty Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 9.8.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/08/10/something-i-look-at-262/ https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/08/something-i-look-at-262.html?m=1 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Sad_shayri SOMETHING I LOOK AT-262 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY When I touch your shadow I feel the beats of your aching heart See the danci

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-262 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY When I touch your shadow I feel the beats of your aching heart See the dancing waves in your teary eyes I sense everything you want to disseminate I can not come near I only talk to your shadow That is destiny I smell your fragrance from a distance I feel your feelings My heart throbs like yours The waves of emotion rise and silently vanish You are so true and beautiful Maybe I am from a distance You have not yet seen the barren land The rocky debris and scattered bedrock That is why, for you, the moon is so colourful Let me have many more births To be the moon of your dreams To be the man of your heart With whom you can fall in love I assure you, in some other birth I will be your prince charming And you my cherished fiancee The paragon of grace and beauty Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 9.8.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/08/10/something-i-look-at-262/ https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/08/something-i-look-at-262.html?m=1 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Sad_shayri SOMETHING I LOOK AT-262 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY When I touch your shadow I feel the beats of your aching heart See the danci

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White ତମେ ଆକାଶ ଛୁଇଁ ତଳକୁ ଦେଖିଲେ ଭାଵ ତମେ ନିଜ ଗୋଡରେ ଛିଡା ହେଇ ଉଚ୍ଚ ସ୍ବପ୍ନ ଦେଖୁଚ ଥରେ ଭାବିଚ କି, ଏ ମାଟି ତମକୁ ବଢେଇଚି ଵୋଲି। ମାଟିର ସ୍ପର୍ଶ ଏଡାଅନା, ତମକୁ ସେ ତମେ କରି ବାଢିଚି, ଦିନେ ତମେ ତମ ଆରମ୍ଭ ସ୍ଥାନକୁ ବାହୁଡିବ ଯେ, ଗୋଟେ କଠିଣ ମଣିଷ ଅପେକ୍ଷା କୋମଳ ଅବତରଣ ବରଂ ଶ୍ରେୟସ୍କର A LOOK AT LIFE-128 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE ENEMY INSIDE When you touch the sky, Look at the ground below That made you stand On your feet and dream high. Be aware of the earth that groomed you. Never lose touch with it That made you what you are. One day you are to come down From where you started. Better to have a soft landing Instead of a hard one. Heaven or hell, Go wherever you want to. But never carry your ego with you. Climb the ladder of success, But leave your ego at the wrung lowest Coz you will be always under its spell. It will create a barrier between you and others. You will remain under the shadow of the ego And compel others to come under its sway. A chain reaction will follow. The net result is a clash of egos, Each trying to get the better of the other. Look at it! Your biggest enemy is deep inside, The biggest hurdle on the path of a better life Get the better of it, Channelise it for a purpose, Good and noble, Before the whole world turns your enemy. Before it kills the man in you, Take care of it. Realise! ego and self-esteem are not the same things. While self-esteem introduces You to yourself, Ego makes you a completely Different man, a rogue in fact Let love, empathy and trust Guide you to action Never let your ego speak When ego leads from the front One sees nothing but his ego In different guises in different persons It becomes a war of each against all And in all with whom one interacts, Encounters nothing But his ego In various forms. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© smrutiweb.wordpress.com smrutitanuja.blogspot.com https://www.facebook.com/titutiku/ Picture-google ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari ତମେ ଆକାଶ ଛୁଇଁ ତଳକୁ ଦେଖିଲେ ଭାଵ ତମେ ନିଜ ଗୋଡରେ ଛିଡା ହେଇ ଉଚ୍ଚ ସ୍ବପ୍ନ ଦେଖୁଚ ଥରେ ଭାବିଚ କି, ଏ ମାଟି ତମକୁ ବଢେଇଚି ଵୋଲି। ମାଟିର ସ୍ପର୍ଶ ଏ

White ତମେ ଆକାଶ ଛୁଇଁ ତଳକୁ ଦେଖିଲେ ଭାଵ ତମେ ନିଜ ଗୋଡରେ ଛିଡା ହେଇ ଉଚ୍ଚ ସ୍ବପ୍ନ ଦେଖୁଚ ଥରେ ଭାବିଚ କି, ଏ ମାଟି ତମକୁ ବଢେଇଚି ଵୋଲି। ମାଟିର ସ୍ପର୍ଶ ଏଡାଅନା, ତମକୁ ସେ ତମେ କରି ବାଢିଚି, ଦିନେ ତମେ ତମ ଆରମ୍ଭ ସ୍ଥାନକୁ ବାହୁଡିବ ଯେ, ଗୋଟେ କଠିଣ ମଣିଷ ଅପେକ୍ଷା କୋମଳ ଅବତରଣ ବରଂ ଶ୍ରେୟସ୍କର A LOOK AT LIFE-128 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE ENEMY INSIDE When you touch the sky, Look at the ground below That made you stand On your feet and dream high. Be aware of the earth that groomed you. Never lose touch with it That made you what you are. One day you are to come down From where you started. Better to have a soft landing Instead of a hard one. Heaven or hell, Go wherever you want to. But never carry your ego with you. Climb the ladder of success, But leave your ego at the wrung lowest Coz you will be always under its spell. It will create a barrier between you and others. You will remain under the shadow of the ego And compel others to come under its sway. A chain reaction will follow. The net result is a clash of egos, Each trying to get the better of the other. Look at it! Your biggest enemy is deep inside, The biggest hurdle on the path of a better life Get the better of it, Channelise it for a purpose, Good and noble, Before the whole world turns your enemy. Before it kills the man in you, Take care of it. Realise! ego and self-esteem are not the same things. While self-esteem introduces You to yourself, Ego makes you a completely Different man, a rogue in fact Let love, empathy and trust Guide you to action Never let your ego speak When ego leads from the front One sees nothing but his ego In different guises in different persons It becomes a war of each against all And in all with whom one interacts, Encounters nothing But his ego In various forms. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© smrutiweb.wordpress.com smrutitanuja.blogspot.com https://www.facebook.com/titutiku/ Picture-google ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari ତମେ ଆକାଶ ଛୁଇଁ ତଳକୁ ଦେଖିଲେ ଭାଵ ତମେ ନିଜ ଗୋଡରେ ଛିଡା ହେଇ ଉଚ୍ଚ ସ୍ବପ୍ନ ଦେଖୁଚ ଥରେ ଭାବିଚ କି, ଏ ମାଟି ତମକୁ ବଢେଇଚି ଵୋଲି। ମାଟିର ସ୍ପର୍ଶ ଏ