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Kriti Awasthi

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हां मुझे तुझसे प्यार है तेरे होने से ही मेरे दिल को करार है हां मुझे तुझसे प्यार है तू चाहे कितना भी दूर हो मुझसे तेरा होना ही मेरे जीवन का सबसे बड़ा उपहार है हां मुझे तुमसे प्यार है @Soumya's Shayari love is limitless its not fixed to physical being it embodied in soul! #dilbechara

हां मुझे तुझसे प्यार है तेरे होने से ही मेरे दिल को करार है हां मुझे तुझसे प्यार है तू चाहे कितना भी दूर हो मुझसे तेरा होना ही मेरे जीवन का सबसे बड़ा उपहार है हां मुझे तुमसे प्यार है @Soumya's Shayari love is limitless its not fixed to physical being it embodied in soul! #dilbechara

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Two lines travelling alongside each other. Amid a concatenation of crisscrossing circuits, They barely noticed one another. Then, a spark of magic highlighted them both-- Permitting them to discover A symmetrical balance caused together. With each stroke of one, Came a corresponding mark from the other; Thereby, building a remarkable equilibrium of sorts. The first line created another surge. The second line forged a commensurate bustle. On and on they went, Not quite sure why they kept doing similar actions. Until, the two couldn't disregard it further. Was it fate? Or was it mere coincidence? Fear of past hurtful rejections Inveigled to stop the connection. Yet, what if? What if? Wasn't it even possible for a couple Of parallel lines to intermingle somehow? A single gush of courage suffused the first line. Quivering with shyness, he said, "Hi!". The second line heard him and smiled. Mayhap destiny finally decided To give them this longed-for chance. "Compatibility And Serendipity" Krishnanunni Kichu twin, here's #symmetry for you. I hope this piece embodied the word. Hehe. #love #diwa

Two lines travelling alongside each other. Amid a concatenation of crisscrossing circuits, They barely noticed one another. Then, a spark of magic highlighted them both-- Permitting them to discover A symmetrical balance caused together. With each stroke of one, Came a corresponding mark from the other; Thereby, building a remarkable equilibrium of sorts. The first line created another surge. The second line forged a commensurate bustle. On and on they went, Not quite sure why they kept doing similar actions. Until, the two couldn't disregard it further. Was it fate? Or was it mere coincidence? Fear of past hurtful rejections Inveigled to stop the connection. Yet, what if? What if? Wasn't it even possible for a couple Of parallel lines to intermingle somehow? A single gush of courage suffused the first line. Quivering with shyness, he said, "Hi!". The second line heard him and smiled. Mayhap destiny finally decided To give them this longed-for chance. "Compatibility And Serendipity" Krishnanunni Kichu twin, here's #symmetry for you. I hope this piece embodied the word. Hehe. #love #diwa

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To truth today the LOVE for the people has meant only external beauty!! # kajalife # physical charms decay with the passes of time ... but the spiritual beauty embodied in such virtues as constancy gentleness, serenity of m

To truth today the LOVE for the people has meant only external beauty!! # kajalife # physical charms decay with the passes of time ... but the spiritual beauty embodied in such virtues as constancy gentleness, serenity of m

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old acquittal instances emotive reside, new denials subside, dreams shape themselves, enduring my strict survive! Warmth, mysteries & alignment inspite... cascade lights by crescent moon's pre-maturing throne, flaming serene desires, means embodied, tremendous promod for gaining bond scintillating premiere of thoughts & gratitude... imaginative intuitive life's outlook & priorities, Rays seek.. peek, glistens & shadows prompts live clue! Behind those clouds, ☁️☁️☁️ old acquittal instances emotive reside, new denials subside, dreams shape themselves, enduring my strict surv

old acquittal instances emotive reside, new denials subside, dreams shape themselves, enduring my strict survive! Warmth, mysteries & alignment inspite... cascade lights by crescent moon's pre-maturing throne, flaming serene desires, means embodied, tremendous promod for gaining bond scintillating premiere of thoughts & gratitude... imaginative intuitive life's outlook & priorities, Rays seek.. peek, glistens & shadows prompts live clue! Behind those clouds, ☁️☁️☁️ old acquittal instances emotive reside, new denials subside, dreams shape themselves, enduring my strict surv

Somya Baranwal

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The most beautiful of Lord's creature A mother, sister, wife and daughter She is beautiful in both soul and body Strong and sensitive,love embodied "Women: A Gift of Lord" The most beautiful of Lord's creature A mother, sister, wife and daughter She is beautiful in both soul and body S

The most beautiful of Lord's creature A mother, sister, wife and daughter She is beautiful in both soul and body Strong and sensitive,love embodied "Women: A Gift of Lord" The most beautiful of Lord's creature A mother, sister, wife and daughter She is beautiful in both soul and body S

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For they reside, not anywhere else But in our hearts and In history's annals. They become a part of us, Our daily lives, through their contributions, Staying with us and beyond for future generations, Legends changes our perception, Making us acquaint with new definition. There are many such but, Today's loss is colossal, Irrfan!" I am too incompetent to judge your talent as an artist. But, like millions I am a fan of your presence. Your presence, from screen to my he

For they reside, not anywhere else But in our hearts and In history's annals. They become a part of us, Our daily lives, through their contributions, Staying with us and beyond for future generations, Legends changes our perception, Making us acquaint with new definition. There are many such but, Today's loss is colossal, Irrfan!" I am too incompetent to judge your talent as an artist. But, like millions I am a fan of your presence. Your presence, from screen to my he

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE -43'.Infact your brilliant interpretation of the poem made it look more beautiful and complete Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"A Look At Life -43"is a poem that sheds light on the alienation and isolation experienced by old parents in the evening of their life due to them being abandoned by their grown up children,this is a horrendous prospect,many old parents today stare at day in and day out in our society of changing value system and a total lack of concern for the geriatric population.Here in the poem,the old parents have nothing to count upon because their hopes and expectations with respect to their children looking after them in their old age are misplaced and belied to a large extent.The parents bring up children thinking and hoping that these children will be of help to them in the final stage of their life,that is now discounted completely.The parents earn everything for the sake of the children,but at the end,the children are ungrateful to their parents.The reasons behind the old parents getting stifled in their home environment at old age can be attributed to two flaws of upbringing of their children by them(a)the children are burdened with the task of fulfilling the aspirations of their parents instead of them being asked to chase their dreams in life and(b)often children are told to concentrate upon the process of making money instead giving them advices by their parents regarding the pursuance of the principles such as truth,love,brotherhood,tolerance and compassion in their lives.Such crazy pursuit of money creates an atmosphere of use and throw culture leading to this objectionable state of affairs in the life of the old parents.At the end of the day,the old parents have each other for company,here in the poem the husband/wife combination reconciles to their situation or fate with total resignation and finds solace in each others arms.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil,The Head of the English Department Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 16th September 2017. Thanks and gratitude to my adorable friend and eminent poet Tulsi Shrestha for his wonderful analysis and words of appreciation which made the poem complete The most beautiful lines of your creation where soul of spirt embodied there in... " look at me, am I not your whole world ? am I not your dream, present,past and future ? When I am here ,why are you so sad ? The empathetic expression really moved me and my cheeks stained with tears. Most of old aged parents have been facing such a painful situation and their grown up sons never try to listen scream of their grief and loneliness. These lines do reflect and echo bitter reality of modern society. Salute for your creativity and articulation skill to ensure emotional sensitivity in each word and event. I adore you my dear friend for your unique exceptional write. A LOOK AT LIFE-43 BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY No present to live for, no future to look forward to I was unfolding the pages of life to feel the beautiful moments I lived to know the person I was which is so alien right now. That dilapidated building, my wife's dream, built on my sweat and blood still stands there. The delicately furnished interiors with lots of dirt and filth now laugh at me telling me how wrong and futile I was in dreaming a future that never came by. The broken walls of the house, persian carpets hanging on it with coats of dusts remind me how elegant once they were, how passionately they were decorated like a bride to welcome my son and his newly wed. How beautiful and fulfilling life was the crumbling relics of which now we have, the costly toys and beautiful gadgets lovingly procured for our grand children lying dead in a corner, like us they need someone's touch to come alive again. Recapitulating those glorious days and fascinating moments completely lost I was. Alll of a sudden I felt someone touching my shoulder. She was non else but my wife with a cup of tea passionately looking at me, telling me with a loving smile, 'look at me, am I not your whole world? am I not your dream, present, past and future? when I am here, why are you so sad' copyright@smrutiranjan 15.9.2017 #Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my

Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE -43'.Infact your brilliant interpretation of the poem made it look more beautiful and complete Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"A Look At Life -43"is a poem that sheds light on the alienation and isolation experienced by old parents in the evening of their life due to them being abandoned by their grown up children,this is a horrendous prospect,many old parents today stare at day in and day out in our society of changing value system and a total lack of concern for the geriatric population.Here in the poem,the old parents have nothing to count upon because their hopes and expectations with respect to their children looking after them in their old age are misplaced and belied to a large extent.The parents bring up children thinking and hoping that these children will be of help to them in the final stage of their life,that is now discounted completely.The parents earn everything for the sake of the children,but at the end,the children are ungrateful to their parents.The reasons behind the old parents getting stifled in their home environment at old age can be attributed to two flaws of upbringing of their children by them(a)the children are burdened with the task of fulfilling the aspirations of their parents instead of them being asked to chase their dreams in life and(b)often children are told to concentrate upon the process of making money instead giving them advices by their parents regarding the pursuance of the principles such as truth,love,brotherhood,tolerance and compassion in their lives.Such crazy pursuit of money creates an atmosphere of use and throw culture leading to this objectionable state of affairs in the life of the old parents.At the end of the day,the old parents have each other for company,here in the poem the husband/wife combination reconciles to their situation or fate with total resignation and finds solace in each others arms.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil,The Head of the English Department Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 16th September 2017. Thanks and gratitude to my adorable friend and eminent poet Tulsi Shrestha for his wonderful analysis and words of appreciation which made the poem complete The most beautiful lines of your creation where soul of spirt embodied there in... " look at me, am I not your whole world ? am I not your dream, present,past and future ? When I am here ,why are you so sad ? The empathetic expression really moved me and my cheeks stained with tears. Most of old aged parents have been facing such a painful situation and their grown up sons never try to listen scream of their grief and loneliness. These lines do reflect and echo bitter reality of modern society. Salute for your creativity and articulation skill to ensure emotional sensitivity in each word and event. I adore you my dear friend for your unique exceptional write. A LOOK AT LIFE-43 BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY No present to live for, no future to look forward to I was unfolding the pages of life to feel the beautiful moments I lived to know the person I was which is so alien right now. That dilapidated building, my wife's dream, built on my sweat and blood still stands there. The delicately furnished interiors with lots of dirt and filth now laugh at me telling me how wrong and futile I was in dreaming a future that never came by. The broken walls of the house, persian carpets hanging on it with coats of dusts remind me how elegant once they were, how passionately they were decorated like a bride to welcome my son and his newly wed. How beautiful and fulfilling life was the crumbling relics of which now we have, the costly toys and beautiful gadgets lovingly procured for our grand children lying dead in a corner, like us they need someone's touch to come alive again. Recapitulating those glorious days and fascinating moments completely lost I was. Alll of a sudden I felt someone touching my shoulder. She was non else but my wife with a cup of tea passionately looking at me, telling me with a loving smile, 'look at me, am I not your whole world? am I not your dream, present, past and future? when I am here, why are you so sad' copyright@smrutiranjan 15.9.2017 #Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my

Shanmuga Priya Murugan

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To the beautiful butterfly Fluttering in the Sky of poetry... Here are your Beautiful flowers Wishing you a Beautiful birthday 🎈🎁💖 Dear Lalithaa, you're one of the vital organs of our team which make us alive. Your involvement in most of our events is really appreciati

To the beautiful butterfly Fluttering in the Sky of poetry... Here are your Beautiful flowers Wishing you a Beautiful birthday 🎈🎁💖 Dear Lalithaa, you're one of the vital organs of our team which make us alive. Your involvement in most of our events is really appreciati