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Her tears flowed as gentle rivulets of unexplained sadness, demerging into frail branches, each searching for its own horizon. #tears #rivulets #horizon #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Her tears flowed as gentle rivulets of unexplained sadness, demerging into frail branches, each searching for its own horizon. #tears #rivulets #horizon #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

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Rivulets of silence always lead to the unbridgeable chasm. #rivulets #silence #chasm #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Rivulets of silence always lead to the unbridgeable chasm. #rivulets #silence #chasm #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

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I followed your glistening teardrop, hanging precariously on the curtain, of your mascaraed eyelashes; rolling down like a gentle rivulet, carrying the silt of past demons; my empathy for your feelings, overshadowed by my jealousy, towards the kismat of your tears, for their close proximity to you; must be a karmic credit entry. #tears #silt #pastdemons #rivulet #kismat #karmicledger #yqbaba #YoPoWriMo

I followed your glistening teardrop, hanging precariously on the curtain, of your mascaraed eyelashes; rolling down like a gentle rivulet, carrying the silt of past demons; my empathy for your feelings, overshadowed by my jealousy, towards the kismat of your tears, for their close proximity to you; must be a karmic credit entry. #tears #silt #pastdemons #rivulet #kismat #karmicledger #yqbaba #YoPoWriMo

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When quivering nethers ardently collide with voracious shafts, the glistening rivulet of love, is transformed into a river of completeness. #nether #shaft #ardent #collide #voracious #rivulet #river #complete #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

When quivering nethers ardently collide with voracious shafts, the glistening rivulet of love, is transformed into a river of completeness. #nether #shaft #ardent #collide #voracious #rivulet #river #complete #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

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09012021 - 9/365 Mountains and Hills give me great solace Jungles and Rivulets give me great escape Noise of metros makes me nervous like hell Music of village makes me dance as well But can't live without both, which is the honest truth 09012021 - 9/365 Mountains and Hills give me great solace Jungles and Rivulets give me great escape Noise of metros makes me nervous like h

09012021 - 9/365 Mountains and Hills give me great solace Jungles and Rivulets give me great escape Noise of metros makes me nervous like hell Music of village makes me dance as well But can't live without both, which is the honest truth 09012021 - 9/365 Mountains and Hills give me great solace Jungles and Rivulets give me great escape Noise of metros makes me nervous like h

Smruti Ranjan mohanty

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Thanks and gratitude to Poetry Review, eminent poet and literary critic ma'am Sheri M Stewart for her critical appreciation of my poem 'The Rivulet'. I am truly honoured. Sheri M. Stewart's Review of “The Rivulet” by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty Smruti Ranjan Mohanty presents a common tale but with a unique perspective in “The Rivulet”. This piece needs more than one reading to take in the full picture presented and capture all the subtle nuances throughout. The first five lines in the first stanza capture beautifully what being and becoming a parent can and should be. However there is a catch. Although I missed it in my first reading the catch appears in Line 6 of the first stanza and is explained in the 7th. I think it is first missed because many new mothers get a bit lost in their new roles. Being a mother is a happy and joyous thing. The second stanza caught me by suprise. We move from what should be a picture of a complete and happy family to a man feeling alone and incomplete. What has happened? In line one of the second stanza we see the mother is feeling complete. The end of the second line reveals the snag. The mother is completely focused on the children and is no longer there for the original union and bond. The contrast between the two stanzas is amazing. The first is full of love, joy, hope and expectation. You can feel the love radiating from the lines and blossoming. The second is a mourning song for a lost love. The love he holds is still there yet his beloved has trickled away and he painfully alone. THE RIVULET-16 To build a bridge in between you and me, They came, flowers of our love and passion to make us full. You never remained yourself, completely lost in your creations searching for that endless happiness, in the beauty of fathomless motherhood, ecstasy and joy In your completeness my incomplete love was searching for its identity and existence I was looking at the lover in me dying breathless under the heavy weight of fatherhood and my love and beloved I lost long since. In the wilting petals of jasmine and fading light of the dying moon I was desperately searching for my love languishing in an empty space. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan mohanty Thanks and gratitude to Poetry Review, eminent poet and literary critic ma'am Sheri M Stewart for her critical appreciation of my poem 'The

Thanks and gratitude to Poetry Review, eminent poet and literary critic ma'am Sheri M Stewart for her critical appreciation of my poem 'The Rivulet'. I am truly honoured. Sheri M. Stewart's Review of “The Rivulet” by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty Smruti Ranjan Mohanty presents a common tale but with a unique perspective in “The Rivulet”. This piece needs more than one reading to take in the full picture presented and capture all the subtle nuances throughout. The first five lines in the first stanza capture beautifully what being and becoming a parent can and should be. However there is a catch. Although I missed it in my first reading the catch appears in Line 6 of the first stanza and is explained in the 7th. I think it is first missed because many new mothers get a bit lost in their new roles. Being a mother is a happy and joyous thing. The second stanza caught me by suprise. We move from what should be a picture of a complete and happy family to a man feeling alone and incomplete. What has happened? In line one of the second stanza we see the mother is feeling complete. The end of the second line reveals the snag. The mother is completely focused on the children and is no longer there for the original union and bond. The contrast between the two stanzas is amazing. The first is full of love, joy, hope and expectation. You can feel the love radiating from the lines and blossoming. The second is a mourning song for a lost love. The love he holds is still there yet his beloved has trickled away and he painfully alone. THE RIVULET-16 To build a bridge in between you and me, They came, flowers of our love and passion to make us full. You never remained yourself, completely lost in your creations searching for that endless happiness, in the beauty of fathomless motherhood, ecstasy and joy In your completeness my incomplete love was searching for its identity and existence I was looking at the lover in me dying breathless under the heavy weight of fatherhood and my love and beloved I lost long since. In the wilting petals of jasmine and fading light of the dying moon I was desperately searching for my love languishing in an empty space. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan mohanty Thanks and gratitude to Poetry Review, eminent poet and literary critic ma'am Sheri M Stewart for her critical appreciation of my poem 'The

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यहाँ शाम है अभी, लग रहा है । मौसम को चढ़ा जाम कोई, लग रहा है । पानी ही पानी, है हर जगह । मुश्किल से टाँगी, थी यह सुबह । सूरज का खूँटा, कमजोर हो चला है । बादल का रंग, घनघोर हो चला है । यहाँ शाम है अभी, लग रहा है । -CalmKazi & Staha #450th #CalmKaziWrites and an amazing spontaneous collab with Satarupa Sinha Picture by Mufeed Mahmood (@mufeed_flaneur on Instagram) Follo

यहाँ शाम है अभी, लग रहा है । मौसम को चढ़ा जाम कोई, लग रहा है । पानी ही पानी, है हर जगह । मुश्किल से टाँगी, थी यह सुबह । सूरज का खूँटा, कमजोर हो चला है । बादल का रंग, घनघोर हो चला है । यहाँ शाम है अभी, लग रहा है । -CalmKazi & Staha #450th #CalmKaziWrites and an amazing spontaneous collab with Satarupa Sinha Picture by Mufeed Mahmood (@mufeed_flaneur on Instagram) Follo

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S cintillating stars do not shine in her window but scars C ountless pages have been digested by her heart. A silent soul, satisfied with her solitude's company, R ivulets of words flow through her forlorn seas while L oving the moon and the rain are her two pastimes. E arnest in her looks and ebullient in her thoughts, not T otally does she worship truth but tries to, the S mell of old books is her elixir. She is H idden behind her tangled curls, happy in her daydreams A nd her heaven would climb down when she's no more a dreamer. For a better read : Scintillating stars do not shine in her window but scars Countless pages have been digested by her heart. A silent soul

S cintillating stars do not shine in her window but scars C ountless pages have been digested by her heart. A silent soul, satisfied with her solitude's company, R ivulets of words flow through her forlorn seas while L oving the moon and the rain are her two pastimes. E arnest in her looks and ebullient in her thoughts, not T otally does she worship truth but tries to, the S mell of old books is her elixir. She is H idden behind her tangled curls, happy in her daydreams A nd her heaven would climb down when she's no more a dreamer. For a better read : Scintillating stars do not shine in her window but scars Countless pages have been digested by her heart. A silent soul

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A LOOK AT LIFE-74 SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Don't you feel In your love I am lost and consumed Do I need to say I love you? Do I need words and gestures To let you feel my love Which is none else but you My love!. Are you lost somewhere? Are you in search of you? Come and open the temple of love Find yourself Dazzling like a blooming lotus In the rivulet of my heart. Tell me Where I am? Am I in my wildest of dreams Chasing a mirage in the dry desert? Or am I in a garden of roses Somewhere close to your heart? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© #A LOOK AT LIFE-74 SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Don't you feel In your love I am lost and consumed Do I need to say I love you?

A LOOK AT LIFE-74 SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Don't you feel In your love I am lost and consumed Do I need to say I love you? Do I need words and gestures To let you feel my love Which is none else but you My love!. Are you lost somewhere? Are you in search of you? Come and open the temple of love Find yourself Dazzling like a blooming lotus In the rivulet of my heart. Tell me Where I am? Am I in my wildest of dreams Chasing a mirage in the dry desert? Or am I in a garden of roses Somewhere close to your heart? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© #A LOOK AT LIFE-74 SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Don't you feel In your love I am lost and consumed Do I need to say I love you?

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A LOOK AT LIFE-150 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I am at my best when I am with me, talk to me, listen to me, the voice within. I am at my best when I interact with plants and animals, meadows and mountains, sun and moon, rivers and rivulets and listen to their voice of silence and innocence. I am at my best when I am lost deep inside in the beauty of peace and solitude, closely identify with me, forgetting the world surrounding I am at my best when I see myself in others, others in me and visualise the universe as expanded 'I' I am at my best when the 'I' melts in bliss and consciousness. When nothing remains except He, the big void. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© #MereKhayaal A LOOK AT LIFE-150 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I am at my best when I am with me, talk to me, listen to me, the voice within.

A LOOK AT LIFE-150 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I am at my best when I am with me, talk to me, listen to me, the voice within. I am at my best when I interact with plants and animals, meadows and mountains, sun and moon, rivers and rivulets and listen to their voice of silence and innocence. I am at my best when I am lost deep inside in the beauty of peace and solitude, closely identify with me, forgetting the world surrounding I am at my best when I see myself in others, others in me and visualise the universe as expanded 'I' I am at my best when the 'I' melts in bliss and consciousness. When nothing remains except He, the big void. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© #MereKhayaal A LOOK AT LIFE-150 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I am at my best when I am with me, talk to me, listen to me, the voice within.