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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-133 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY WOMANHOOD, A BLISS I am not the selfish arrogant 'I' I am not the independent egoistic 'I' I am not an island in myself But an interdependent loving and reciprocating 'I' an ocean of unlimited joy and bliss, a mother to many including the man I love And his father who sees his mother in me. A mother, a sister, a daughter, a daughter in law, a wife and beloved I am, complete in every respect, do equal justice to all my roles, true to myself and others. Completely lost in my family, lost my identity only to become the mistress of it with a much bigger identity. My womanhood never rests on selfish interests and possessive individualism It is firmly entrenched on love, appreciation and an understanding of each other's needs, emotions and feelings I can't afford to be selfish On me, on my love and sacrifice stands my family. I am the mainstay, the pivot around which revolves family and other institutions of society. I am the voice that gives it meaning and identity But for me, the family is a family I am that human touch that makes my family so beautiful Or else it is an assemblage of selfish interests, a solitary asylum in a noman's land. I love my family, my family loves me What more do I need? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #good_night SOMETHING I LOOK AT-133 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY WOMANHOOD, A BLISS I am not the selfish arrogant 'I' I am not the independent

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-133 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY WOMANHOOD, A BLISS I am not the selfish arrogant 'I' I am not the independent egoistic 'I' I am not an island in myself But an interdependent loving and reciprocating 'I' an ocean of unlimited joy and bliss, a mother to many including the man I love And his father who sees his mother in me. A mother, a sister, a daughter, a daughter in law, a wife and beloved I am, complete in every respect, do equal justice to all my roles, true to myself and others. Completely lost in my family, lost my identity only to become the mistress of it with a much bigger identity. My womanhood never rests on selfish interests and possessive individualism It is firmly entrenched on love, appreciation and an understanding of each other's needs, emotions and feelings I can't afford to be selfish On me, on my love and sacrifice stands my family. I am the mainstay, the pivot around which revolves family and other institutions of society. I am the voice that gives it meaning and identity But for me, the family is a family I am that human touch that makes my family so beautiful Or else it is an assemblage of selfish interests, a solitary asylum in a noman's land. I love my family, my family loves me What more do I need? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #good_night SOMETHING I LOOK AT-133 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY WOMANHOOD, A BLISS I am not the selfish arrogant 'I' I am not the independent

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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 SOMETHING I LOOK AT-50 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You love me I love you too Our love is unconditional We feel each other's feelings We sense each other's needs You are in me and I am in you That is our love and bonding Nothing but pure love in between I will be made a man But you will remain a child forever, hardly affected by the change in time. For you nothing matters It is love and love all the way From your first breath to the last Your object of love is the same Your priorities never change with the Changing need of time and circumstances, Whims and caprices But I doubt whether my Love for you will be the same You are true to yourself, Always there for me To sacrifice every bit you have. But man is a man, Never full and complete As you are. My priorities keep on changing, So is my definition of love, Its language and chemistry. I can't love you the same way You love me My rational mind and naked Self-interest come in the way I do not want to be a man. With all my incompleteness, Limitations and rational reasonings, Let me remain a child at heart To reciprocate the feeling of Someone who really loves, To have the beauty of its love In all its colours, To live and in love with it Forever copyright@smrutiranjan18.8.2017 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodMorning SOMETHING I LOOK AT-50 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You love me I love you too Our love is unconditional We feel each other's fee

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-50 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You love me I love you too Our love is unconditional We feel each other's feelings We sense each other's needs You are in me and I am in you That is our love and bonding Nothing but pure love in between I will be made a man But you will remain a child forever, hardly affected by the change in time. For you nothing matters It is love and love all the way From your first breath to the last Your object of love is the same Your priorities never change with the Changing need of time and circumstances, Whims and caprices But I doubt whether my Love for you will be the same You are true to yourself, Always there for me To sacrifice every bit you have. But man is a man, Never full and complete As you are. My priorities keep on changing, So is my definition of love, Its language and chemistry. I can't love you the same way You love me My rational mind and naked Self-interest come in the way I do not want to be a man. With all my incompleteness, Limitations and rational reasonings, Let me remain a child at heart To reciprocate the feeling of Someone who really loves, To have the beauty of its love In all its colours, To live and in love with it Forever copyright@smrutiranjan18.8.2017 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodMorning SOMETHING I LOOK AT-50 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You love me I love you too Our love is unconditional We feel each other's fee

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-120 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I WILL BE A SOLDIER Life is a hero's worship, not a coward's adventure. Blessed are few who live without regrets, die a death fighting till the last breath. A life dedicated to the country, a death, a hero's dream, what more one needs? If you live for yourself, for your friends and family, of what use that life even it is for hundred years, as it is not for others, their happiness and sorrow. The pleasure of living he knows, who lives for others, guards the frontier and let his countrymen live without fear. A soldier is a fighter, be it peace and war, natural calamity or internal exigency, he remains true to his character, gives each and every drop of his blood for the sake of his nation, his love and passion I salute you my brother! for your love, concern and commitment to the nation, your only obsession and hope if there is any second birth, like you I will be a soldier, work for the building of the nation and jealously guard the frontier. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved. ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #kargil_vijay_diwas SOMETHING I LOOK AT-120 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I WILL BE A SOLDIER Life is a hero's worship, not a coward's

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-120 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I WILL BE A SOLDIER Life is a hero's worship, not a coward's adventure. Blessed are few who live without regrets, die a death fighting till the last breath. A life dedicated to the country, a death, a hero's dream, what more one needs? If you live for yourself, for your friends and family, of what use that life even it is for hundred years, as it is not for others, their happiness and sorrow. The pleasure of living he knows, who lives for others, guards the frontier and let his countrymen live without fear. A soldier is a fighter, be it peace and war, natural calamity or internal exigency, he remains true to his character, gives each and every drop of his blood for the sake of his nation, his love and passion I salute you my brother! for your love, concern and commitment to the nation, your only obsession and hope if there is any second birth, like you I will be a soldier, work for the building of the nation and jealously guard the frontier. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved. ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #kargil_vijay_diwas SOMETHING I LOOK AT-120 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I WILL BE A SOLDIER Life is a hero's worship, not a coward's