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A LOOK-279 Love sustains. Love nourishes. Love wins and puts an end to all that is negative. Be a lover, be the man of the big moment. Love with all your heart, your problems, your turmoils, predicaments and miseries will silently glide away. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty A LOOK-279 Love sustains. Love nourishes. Love wins and puts an end to all that is negative. Be a lover, be the man of the big moment.

A LOOK-279 Love sustains. Love nourishes. Love wins and puts an end to all that is negative. Be a lover, be the man of the big moment. Love with all your heart, your problems, your turmoils, predicaments and miseries will silently glide away. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty A LOOK-279 Love sustains. Love nourishes. Love wins and puts an end to all that is negative. Be a lover, be the man of the big moment.

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A LOOK-260 Love life. Life will take care of everything you need to, your victory and defeat, love and frustration, happiness and sorrow, contradictions and predicaments. Just be with life, it will be always by your side loving you, guiding you, taking care of your moments of joy and ecstasy, alienation and apathy. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© 17.2.2021 A LOOK-260 Love life. Life will take care of everything you need to, your victory and defeat, love and frustration, happiness and sorrow,

A LOOK-260 Love life. Life will take care of everything you need to, your victory and defeat, love and frustration, happiness and sorrow, contradictions and predicaments. Just be with life, it will be always by your side loving you, guiding you, taking care of your moments of joy and ecstasy, alienation and apathy. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© 17.2.2021 A LOOK-260 Love life. Life will take care of everything you need to, your victory and defeat, love and frustration, happiness and sorrow,

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THE BLAME GAME : oppressive practice towards negativism. Full piece is in Caption // ~ Bonjour Stitchers 🙋🏻 Our Beautiful Fabric #QSstitchonpic1335 is out! "THE BLAME GAME : oppressive practice towards negativism." As we are

THE BLAME GAME : oppressive practice towards negativism. Full piece is in Caption // ~ Bonjour Stitchers 🙋🏻 Our Beautiful Fabric #QSstitchonpic1335 is out! "THE BLAME GAME : oppressive practice towards negativism." As we are

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The dangling memories Swings back and forth, As I glimpse them In the hindsight. (Caption) //Without You The dangling memories swings back and forth, As I glimpse them in the hindsight. I paint them succinctly on the fragile glass

The dangling memories Swings back and forth, As I glimpse them In the hindsight. (Caption) //Without You The dangling memories swings back and forth, As I glimpse them in the hindsight. I paint them succinctly on the fragile glass

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I was in a flood of painful tears, Questioning the dismal lot, I've been left with. With the heaviest of hearts, I pleaded for answers to the queries Etched deeply in my being: "Why is everything so difficult? Why am I in this ghastly voyage Where each pleasure is at stake And even the short-lived respites Turn bitter and awful? Why am I bequeathed with This onerous inheritance While my brother is bestowed A most favorable one?" Then, a soothing whisper Reverberated within The depths of my weary soul, Speaking purposeful words That were intended to soothe: "That's the lot given unto you, My sweetest darling," it said. "Not to demean you Or disregard your worth; But to present you with a task. Aye; it isn't easy, nor is it blissful; Though, it's a significant mission That's meant solely for you, dear; For, not another soul can ever do it, Nor solve the predicaments That it'll surely entail. Yet, its aim is to strengthen you To no end and to ensure A glorious place for you In His heavenly kingdom. That, my love, is His blessing." "Blessing" I was in a flood of painful tears, Questioning the dismal lot, I've been left with. With the heaviest of hearts, I pleaded for

I was in a flood of painful tears, Questioning the dismal lot, I've been left with. With the heaviest of hearts, I pleaded for answers to the queries Etched deeply in my being: "Why is everything so difficult? Why am I in this ghastly voyage Where each pleasure is at stake And even the short-lived respites Turn bitter and awful? Why am I bequeathed with This onerous inheritance While my brother is bestowed A most favorable one?" Then, a soothing whisper Reverberated within The depths of my weary soul, Speaking purposeful words That were intended to soothe: "That's the lot given unto you, My sweetest darling," it said. "Not to demean you Or disregard your worth; But to present you with a task. Aye; it isn't easy, nor is it blissful; Though, it's a significant mission That's meant solely for you, dear; For, not another soul can ever do it, Nor solve the predicaments That it'll surely entail. Yet, its aim is to strengthen you To no end and to ensure A glorious place for you In His heavenly kingdom. That, my love, is His blessing." "Blessing" I was in a flood of painful tears, Questioning the dismal lot, I've been left with. With the heaviest of hearts, I pleaded for

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-123 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY LIFE MOVES ON Most difficult to withstand and endure, nothing is as traumatic as widowhood for sure. Marriage is not another relationship like the other, widowhood is not just like another situation, one comes across and suffer. It shatters the basis of life, puts an end to one's dreams, fancies, likes and dislikes. Age-old habits, dogmas and superstitions only add to one's misery, vulnerability, agony and strife. If your concern is genuine, don't give her advice, don't impose your will, just be with her and let her feel someone is there to take care and look after. Convince her, things happen contrary to will but life goes on. One who is no more is dead and gone, but who is alive has a life of her own to be lived with dignity and love. Tell her still there is life in her life and the will and capacity to walk along the thorny path of it. Exhort her to assert or else the world around will make a hell of her. Let her realise she has every right to live her life as she wishes and none has the audacity to dictate terms and define her life, sorrows, happiness, identity and priority. Give her a copy of the Bhagavad Gita wherein she will find the elixir of life, a solution to her contradictions and predicaments, the way to live life. She will realise, The soul inside is beyond death and life and no weapon, no fire, no air, nothing can put an end to it and her husband is very much with her even though physically he is no more. And as the soul is one, if she goes for another man, he will be her husband in another guise as the same cosmic consciousness pervades one and each. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© 29.4.2019 All Copy Rights Reserved #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-123 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY LIFE MOVES ON Most difficult to withstand and endure, nothing is as traumatic as widowh

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-123 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY LIFE MOVES ON Most difficult to withstand and endure, nothing is as traumatic as widowhood for sure. Marriage is not another relationship like the other, widowhood is not just like another situation, one comes across and suffer. It shatters the basis of life, puts an end to one's dreams, fancies, likes and dislikes. Age-old habits, dogmas and superstitions only add to one's misery, vulnerability, agony and strife. If your concern is genuine, don't give her advice, don't impose your will, just be with her and let her feel someone is there to take care and look after. Convince her, things happen contrary to will but life goes on. One who is no more is dead and gone, but who is alive has a life of her own to be lived with dignity and love. Tell her still there is life in her life and the will and capacity to walk along the thorny path of it. Exhort her to assert or else the world around will make a hell of her. Let her realise she has every right to live her life as she wishes and none has the audacity to dictate terms and define her life, sorrows, happiness, identity and priority. Give her a copy of the Bhagavad Gita wherein she will find the elixir of life, a solution to her contradictions and predicaments, the way to live life. She will realise, The soul inside is beyond death and life and no weapon, no fire, no air, nothing can put an end to it and her husband is very much with her even though physically he is no more. And as the soul is one, if she goes for another man, he will be her husband in another guise as the same cosmic consciousness pervades one and each. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© 29.4.2019 All Copy Rights Reserved #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-123 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY LIFE MOVES ON Most difficult to withstand and endure, nothing is as traumatic as widowh

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Teaching to adjust in conditions of downfall & upliftment the same, hummanizing the hubbub to haven with wintery care & summery shade is the tree's aim. Hello, writers! 😊 - OPEN TO ALL - For the participants of Democrats & Dissenters' Van Mahotsav - Welcome to Day 3 of our plantation drive

Teaching to adjust in conditions of downfall & upliftment the same, hummanizing the hubbub to haven with wintery care & summery shade is the tree's aim. Hello, writers! 😊 - OPEN TO ALL - For the participants of Democrats & Dissenters' Van Mahotsav - Welcome to Day 3 of our plantation drive

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-156 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY IN MEMORY OF THE LEGEND, THE MASTER WHO GROOMED US, SCHOOLED US AND MADE US WHAT WE ARE A few drop of tears, a handful of flowers at his lotus feet on the occasion of his first Sradha ceremony. A TREASURE (In memory of Rahas Sir) Smruti Ranjan Mohanty They say You are no more How can it be? When we are alive Your heart and soul The students you groomed over the years How can you die? When alive your love and touch Thoughts and concern The values for which u stand for Teachers never die They transcend time And guide millions. Even after the great departure They live in the heart of their students In their ambitions and accomplishments Happiness and sorrows Agonies and ecstasies Smiles and tears Enjoying and enduring their moments and Guiding them to perfection. It is not your eyes and ears That see and listen to him It is the heart that sees and listens. The mind that connects The soul that reciprocates If you are in tune with him. He continues to guide and Shower his unconditional love and blessings If you deserve it and Know how to connect. He speaks, listens and teaches Even after leaving his body. You are deprived of these Coz you don't need it. If you want to feel him Go to Alanahat High School His Karmabhumi Where he still lives You will find his hands right on your shoulder His blessings touching you Like fresh morning dew His voice resonating In every nook and corner Sir You are not an ordinary teacher You are a teacher of teachers Guided many to their destination. Whoever listened to you Is now someone somewhere How can you die, sir When your students Your sons and daughters by culture Are still alive Through whom you breathe life And live your death. Sir Bless us We are still struggling With the mathematics of life The science of conflicting priorities The contradictions and predicaments Caught in between happiness and sorrow Accomplishments and failures We are just nowhere Please help us to solve the last sum Be in us We are in the boisterous sea Who will bring us ashore If you the able navigator Will not be with us any more. Sir You are in us You will be In the temples, you built over the years Till we are here You have gone beyond life and death You are pure consciousness A beautiful feeling A treasure We love and adore. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© ©Smruti Ranjan mohanty #Nofear SOMETHING I LOOK AT-156 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY IN MEMORY OF THE LEGEND, THE MASTER WHO GROOMED US, SCHOOLED US AND MADE US WHAT W

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-156 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY IN MEMORY OF THE LEGEND, THE MASTER WHO GROOMED US, SCHOOLED US AND MADE US WHAT WE ARE A few drop of tears, a handful of flowers at his lotus feet on the occasion of his first Sradha ceremony. A TREASURE (In memory of Rahas Sir) Smruti Ranjan Mohanty They say You are no more How can it be? When we are alive Your heart and soul The students you groomed over the years How can you die? When alive your love and touch Thoughts and concern The values for which u stand for Teachers never die They transcend time And guide millions. Even after the great departure They live in the heart of their students In their ambitions and accomplishments Happiness and sorrows Agonies and ecstasies Smiles and tears Enjoying and enduring their moments and Guiding them to perfection. It is not your eyes and ears That see and listen to him It is the heart that sees and listens. The mind that connects The soul that reciprocates If you are in tune with him. He continues to guide and Shower his unconditional love and blessings If you deserve it and Know how to connect. He speaks, listens and teaches Even after leaving his body. You are deprived of these Coz you don't need it. If you want to feel him Go to Alanahat High School His Karmabhumi Where he still lives You will find his hands right on your shoulder His blessings touching you Like fresh morning dew His voice resonating In every nook and corner Sir You are not an ordinary teacher You are a teacher of teachers Guided many to their destination. Whoever listened to you Is now someone somewhere How can you die, sir When your students Your sons and daughters by culture Are still alive Through whom you breathe life And live your death. Sir Bless us We are still struggling With the mathematics of life The science of conflicting priorities The contradictions and predicaments Caught in between happiness and sorrow Accomplishments and failures We are just nowhere Please help us to solve the last sum Be in us We are in the boisterous sea Who will bring us ashore If you the able navigator Will not be with us any more. Sir You are in us You will be In the temples, you built over the years Till we are here You have gone beyond life and death You are pure consciousness A beautiful feeling A treasure We love and adore. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© ©Smruti Ranjan mohanty #Nofear SOMETHING I LOOK AT-156 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY IN MEMORY OF THE LEGEND, THE MASTER WHO GROOMED US, SCHOOLED US AND MADE US WHAT W

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And then after a long wait, There came the kisses of affection, From the man with the pen through The peerless words he shed, Drenching me in warmth. |Caption| "Kisses of Affection" My soul suffocates in this bleak air, crumbling me from top to toe. The winter evenings make me numb; they eat me up

And then after a long wait, There came the kisses of affection, From the man with the pen through The peerless words he shed, Drenching me in warmth. |Caption| "Kisses of Affection" My soul suffocates in this bleak air, crumbling me from top to toe. The winter evenings make me numb; they eat me up

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In this long run, I constantly lose a part of myself; I Forget who I used to be. Forget how I should be. What I want is still a question! ▪CAPTION▪ ▪▪▪ The more I dig, The more bottomless I become. Once I knitted predicaments, Bewailing the umpteen slips; The livin' corpses kill nights,

In this long run, I constantly lose a part of myself; I Forget who I used to be. Forget how I should be. What I want is still a question! ▪CAPTION▪ ▪▪▪ The more I dig, The more bottomless I become. Once I knitted predicaments, Bewailing the umpteen slips; The livin' corpses kill nights,