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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-16 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The man on the street I look at him He looks at me The eyes meet the eyes But never the heart l barely think about the man, seemingly insignificant and completely lost in his own world which is so different from that of ours He seems to have discarded the values of the larger society, so dear to each and every one and has his own likes and dislikes that has nothing to do with the whims and caprices of modern man I am in a cell. What I learned over the years and the way I was groomed prohibits me to treat the man as a man, the values I inculcated and Lovingly nurtured come in the way When I retire from my ignoble strife with very little life in me, my tired eyes again meet his, lively and fresh. I laugh at him, he laughs with me, I do not know whose laugh is true and genuine copyright@smruti ranjan 26.7 2015 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari A LOOK AT LIFE-16 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The man on the street I look at him He looks at me The eyes meet the eyes But neve

White A LOOK AT LIFE-16 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The man on the street I look at him He looks at me The eyes meet the eyes But never the heart l barely think about the man, seemingly insignificant and completely lost in his own world which is so different from that of ours He seems to have discarded the values of the larger society, so dear to each and every one and has his own likes and dislikes that has nothing to do with the whims and caprices of modern man I am in a cell. What I learned over the years and the way I was groomed prohibits me to treat the man as a man, the values I inculcated and Lovingly nurtured come in the way When I retire from my ignoble strife with very little life in me, my tired eyes again meet his, lively and fresh. I laugh at him, he laughs with me, I do not know whose laugh is true and genuine copyright@smruti ranjan 26.7 2015 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari A LOOK AT LIFE-16 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The man on the street I look at him He looks at me The eyes meet the eyes But neve

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White କିଛି ଵି ମତେ ମୋହିତ କରେନା ନା ଏଵେର ସୌନ୍ଦର୍ଯ୍ୟ ନା ଆସନ୍ତା ସୁନ୍ଦର ଭଵିଷ୍ଯତ ବର୍ତ୍ତମାନରେ ଜୀବନ ନାଇଁ ଭବିଷ୍ୟତରେ ଵର୍ତ୍ତମାନ ନାହିଁ ମୁଁ ନିଃସଙ୍ଗ, କିନ୍ତୁ ଏକାକୀ ନୁହେଁ। SOMETHING I LOOK AT-47 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Nothing lures me, neither the beauty of the present nor the glamour of the future. No present to live in, no future to look for I am in my solitary asylum, but not all alone. You are with me, every minute every second. Your sweet memory never allows me to live alone captivates and enthrals me and makes me feel as if I am in love for the first time. I am completely lost in you, always in your lap my sweetheart, recapitulating and brooding over the lovely moments we had Mumtaj! I am in my cell, far away from the calculative world. What better place could I have aspired for? No one near, no royal grandeur, no diplomacy and warfare, it is only you, whom I see and feel, talk to, and fall in love as and when I want to. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari କିଛି ଵି ମତେ ମୋହିତ କରେନା ନା ଏଵେର ସୌନ୍ଦର୍ଯ୍ୟ ନା ଆସନ୍ତା ସୁନ୍ଦର ଭଵିଷ୍ଯତ ବର୍ତ୍ତମାନରେ ଜୀବନ ନାଇଁ ଭବିଷ୍ୟତରେ ଵର୍ତ୍ତମାନ ନାହିଁ ମୁଁ ନିଃସଙ୍

White କିଛି ଵି ମତେ ମୋହିତ କରେନା ନା ଏଵେର ସୌନ୍ଦର୍ଯ୍ୟ ନା ଆସନ୍ତା ସୁନ୍ଦର ଭଵିଷ୍ଯତ ବର୍ତ୍ତମାନରେ ଜୀବନ ନାଇଁ ଭବିଷ୍ୟତରେ ଵର୍ତ୍ତମାନ ନାହିଁ ମୁଁ ନିଃସଙ୍ଗ, କିନ୍ତୁ ଏକାକୀ ନୁହେଁ। SOMETHING I LOOK AT-47 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Nothing lures me, neither the beauty of the present nor the glamour of the future. No present to live in, no future to look for I am in my solitary asylum, but not all alone. You are with me, every minute every second. Your sweet memory never allows me to live alone captivates and enthrals me and makes me feel as if I am in love for the first time. I am completely lost in you, always in your lap my sweetheart, recapitulating and brooding over the lovely moments we had Mumtaj! I am in my cell, far away from the calculative world. What better place could I have aspired for? No one near, no royal grandeur, no diplomacy and warfare, it is only you, whom I see and feel, talk to, and fall in love as and when I want to. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari କିଛି ଵି ମତେ ମୋହିତ କରେନା ନା ଏଵେର ସୌନ୍ଦର୍ଯ୍ୟ ନା ଆସନ୍ତା ସୁନ୍ଦର ଭଵିଷ୍ଯତ ବର୍ତ୍ତମାନରେ ଜୀବନ ନାଇଁ ଭବିଷ୍ୟତରେ ଵର୍ତ୍ତମାନ ନାହିଁ ମୁଁ ନିଃସଙ୍