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Only you can change your life. Nobody else can do it for. For More pics Follow my Page. Art. Antiques. And poetry lover!

Only you can change your life. Nobody else can do it for. For More pics Follow my Page. Art. Antiques. And poetry lover!

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be collective and collaborative but do not be open for anybody. Hello Resties! ❤️ "Memories are like antiques. The older they are, the more valuable they become." - MARINELA REKA Write a letter to your

be collective and collaborative but do not be open for anybody. Hello Resties! ❤️ "Memories are like antiques. The older they are, the more valuable they become." - MARINELA REKA Write a letter to your

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We'll write our tales of might-have-beens And kiss each other through these tears. We'll enfold ourselves in dreams And meet, each time, we sleep. We'll paint the regrets of yesteryears And find ourselves in its frills. We'll hold these moments deep within And love each other, still. We'll sing our discarded lullabies And clutch hands in between sighs. We'll trudge along the by-ways of never And recall the ghost of a wished forever. And we will, my dearest; we surely will-- Even when I'm not there and you're not here. We'll glean each other in the whispers Of the fluttering, whimsical zephyr. "Interstices" We'll write our tales of might-have-beens And kiss each other through these tears. We'll enfold ourselves in dreams And meet,

We'll write our tales of might-have-beens And kiss each other through these tears. We'll enfold ourselves in dreams And meet, each time, we sleep. We'll paint the regrets of yesteryears And find ourselves in its frills. We'll hold these moments deep within And love each other, still. We'll sing our discarded lullabies And clutch hands in between sighs. We'll trudge along the by-ways of never And recall the ghost of a wished forever. And we will, my dearest; we surely will-- Even when I'm not there and you're not here. We'll glean each other in the whispers Of the fluttering, whimsical zephyr. "Interstices" We'll write our tales of might-have-beens And kiss each other through these tears. We'll enfold ourselves in dreams And meet,

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A LOOK AT LIFE-111 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ALL OF A SUDDEN Difficult to breathe In an air of helplessness Difficult to convince and Motivate oneself When you do not know what is next All of a sudden How everything changed You, I and they, He, she, earth and sky Speed, tenacity, purpose and destination Love, life, passion and fascination How difficult it is to accept the reality Live with shattered dreams, Wounded ego, fallen pride Haunted future and Insatiable hopes and aspirations Life becomes living for oneself No present to live for No future in vision Life is leaning back on the past Basking under yesterday's golden sun No one knows the outcome Life may not be as before How to plan and motivate When you don't know the future in wait. With life and love under lock One has to silently endure Inside the four corner To keep-alive his life and love Aims, fancies, whims and ambition And hopefully, wait for that tomorrow Which promises rainbow of colours And the aroma of bygone days and yesteryears Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan mohanty #shaadi A LOOK AT LIFE-111 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ALL OF A SUDDEN Difficult to breathe In an air of helplessness Difficult to

A LOOK AT LIFE-111 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ALL OF A SUDDEN Difficult to breathe In an air of helplessness Difficult to convince and Motivate oneself When you do not know what is next All of a sudden How everything changed You, I and they, He, she, earth and sky Speed, tenacity, purpose and destination Love, life, passion and fascination How difficult it is to accept the reality Live with shattered dreams, Wounded ego, fallen pride Haunted future and Insatiable hopes and aspirations Life becomes living for oneself No present to live for No future in vision Life is leaning back on the past Basking under yesterday's golden sun No one knows the outcome Life may not be as before How to plan and motivate When you don't know the future in wait. With life and love under lock One has to silently endure Inside the four corner To keep-alive his life and love Aims, fancies, whims and ambition And hopefully, wait for that tomorrow Which promises rainbow of colours And the aroma of bygone days and yesteryears Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan mohanty #shaadi A LOOK AT LIFE-111 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ALL OF A SUDDEN Difficult to breathe In an air of helplessness Difficult to

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A LOOK AT LIFE-111 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ALL OF A SUDDEN Difficult to breathe In an air of helplessness Difficult to convince and Motivate oneself When you do not know what is next All of a sudden How everything changed You, I and they, He, she, earth and sky Speed, tenacity, purpose and destination Love, life, passion and fascination How difficult it is to accept the reality Live with shattered dreams, Wounded ego, fallen pride Haunted future and Insatiable hopes and aspirations Life becomes living for oneself No present to live for No future in vision Life is leaning back on the past Basking under yesterday's golden sun No one knows the outcome Life may not be as before How to plan and motivate When you don't know the future in wait. With life and love under lock One has to silently endure Inside the four corner To keep-alive his life and love Aims, fancies, whims and ambition And hopefully, wait for that tomorrow Which promises rainbow of colours And the aroma of bygone days and yesteryears Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© #simplicity A LOOK AT LIFE-111 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ALL OF A SUDDEN Difficult to breathe In an air of helplessness Difficul

A LOOK AT LIFE-111 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ALL OF A SUDDEN Difficult to breathe In an air of helplessness Difficult to convince and Motivate oneself When you do not know what is next All of a sudden How everything changed You, I and they, He, she, earth and sky Speed, tenacity, purpose and destination Love, life, passion and fascination How difficult it is to accept the reality Live with shattered dreams, Wounded ego, fallen pride Haunted future and Insatiable hopes and aspirations Life becomes living for oneself No present to live for No future in vision Life is leaning back on the past Basking under yesterday's golden sun No one knows the outcome Life may not be as before How to plan and motivate When you don't know the future in wait. With life and love under lock One has to silently endure Inside the four corner To keep-alive his life and love Aims, fancies, whims and ambition And hopefully, wait for that tomorrow Which promises rainbow of colours And the aroma of bygone days and yesteryears Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© #simplicity A LOOK AT LIFE-111 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ALL OF A SUDDEN Difficult to breathe In an air of helplessness Difficul

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Feelings and thoughts crowd up my spine; They fill me with raucous tingles And partake of the queries, still ill-defined-- Mimicking the spread of egregious shingles. (CAPTION) "Feelings And Thoughts" Feelings and thoughts crowd up my spine; They fill me with raucous tingles And partake of the queries, still ill-de

Feelings and thoughts crowd up my spine; They fill me with raucous tingles And partake of the queries, still ill-defined-- Mimicking the spread of egregious shingles. (CAPTION) "Feelings And Thoughts" Feelings and thoughts crowd up my spine; They fill me with raucous tingles And partake of the queries, still ill-de

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A LOOK AT LIFE-111 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ALL OF A SUDDEN Difficult to breathe In an air of helplessness Difficult to convince and Motivate oneself When you do not know what is next All of a sudden How everything changed You, I and they, He, she, earth and sky Speed, tenacity, purpose and destination Love, life, passion and fascination How difficult it is to accept the reality Live with shattered dreams, Wounded ego, fallen pride Haunted future and Insatiable hopes and aspirations Life becomes living for oneself No present to live for No future in vision Life is leaning back on the past Basking under yesterday's golden sun No one knows the outcome Life may not be as before How to plan and motivate When you don't know the future in wait. With life and love under lock One has to silently endure Inside the four corner To keep-alive his life and love Aims, fancies, whims and ambition And hopefully, wait for that tomorrow Which promises rainbow of colours And the aroma of bygone days and yesteryears Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan mohanty A LOOK AT LIFE-111 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ALL OF A SUDDEN Difficult to breathe In an air of helplessness Difficult to convinc

A LOOK AT LIFE-111 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ALL OF A SUDDEN Difficult to breathe In an air of helplessness Difficult to convince and Motivate oneself When you do not know what is next All of a sudden How everything changed You, I and they, He, she, earth and sky Speed, tenacity, purpose and destination Love, life, passion and fascination How difficult it is to accept the reality Live with shattered dreams, Wounded ego, fallen pride Haunted future and Insatiable hopes and aspirations Life becomes living for oneself No present to live for No future in vision Life is leaning back on the past Basking under yesterday's golden sun No one knows the outcome Life may not be as before How to plan and motivate When you don't know the future in wait. With life and love under lock One has to silently endure Inside the four corner To keep-alive his life and love Aims, fancies, whims and ambition And hopefully, wait for that tomorrow Which promises rainbow of colours And the aroma of bygone days and yesteryears Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan mohanty A LOOK AT LIFE-111 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ALL OF A SUDDEN Difficult to breathe In an air of helplessness Difficult to convinc

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the emptiness embraces my skin like raindrops on window I've been turning up the pages one after the other, still every page seems same, the rhapsodies of yesteryears whisper from leftovers o

the emptiness embraces my skin like raindrops on window I've been turning up the pages one after the other, still every page seems same, the rhapsodies of yesteryears whisper from leftovers o

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Telesa, I'm here again, In the neverending spiral Of might-have-beens And stifled, tearful screams; I'm here, once again, In the confusing cycle Of wishful thinking And excruciating wandering. (CAPTION) "Telesa III" Telesa, I'm here again, In the neverending spiral Of might-have-beens And stifled, tearful screams; I'm here, once again,

Telesa, I'm here again, In the neverending spiral Of might-have-beens And stifled, tearful screams; I'm here, once again, In the confusing cycle Of wishful thinking And excruciating wandering. (CAPTION) "Telesa III" Telesa, I'm here again, In the neverending spiral Of might-have-beens And stifled, tearful screams; I'm here, once again,

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-51 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The crumbling relics of the bygone days tell it all, the exploitation of man by man, one carrying another on his shoulder to live and make a living for those he loves. The deserted look of the street in yesteryears speaks volumes of imperialism at its peak with people hardly daring to come out in open, what to raise their voice of thunder? Everything remained the same except the glittering outer line, it is same, a lonely man's lone walk in a crowded street. We are the same gentlemen as we were hundred years back with gloomy eyes and the same horrified looks on our face Still, we digest and tolerate injustice, still hesitant and uncomfortable we are to raise our voice and call a spade a spade, still imperialism in a new guise, the indomitable desire of man to subjugate, to build his castle on others blood and sweat. Still economic disparity and segmented division of society, still one carrying the other on his shoulder to make his both ends meet with naked self-interest and parochial loyalties and make belief identities eating the very vitals of the society. Things have changed but hardly there is any change in us. The wind of change touching us without affecting our attitude towards life and others with whom we live and share not this so beautiful world of ours. copyright@smrutiranjan 20.8.2017 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-51 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The crumbling relics of the bygone days tell it all, the exploitation of man by man, one

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-51 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The crumbling relics of the bygone days tell it all, the exploitation of man by man, one carrying another on his shoulder to live and make a living for those he loves. The deserted look of the street in yesteryears speaks volumes of imperialism at its peak with people hardly daring to come out in open, what to raise their voice of thunder? Everything remained the same except the glittering outer line, it is same, a lonely man's lone walk in a crowded street. We are the same gentlemen as we were hundred years back with gloomy eyes and the same horrified looks on our face Still, we digest and tolerate injustice, still hesitant and uncomfortable we are to raise our voice and call a spade a spade, still imperialism in a new guise, the indomitable desire of man to subjugate, to build his castle on others blood and sweat. Still economic disparity and segmented division of society, still one carrying the other on his shoulder to make his both ends meet with naked self-interest and parochial loyalties and make belief identities eating the very vitals of the society. Things have changed but hardly there is any change in us. The wind of change touching us without affecting our attitude towards life and others with whom we live and share not this so beautiful world of ours. copyright@smrutiranjan 20.8.2017 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-51 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The crumbling relics of the bygone days tell it all, the exploitation of man by man, one