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White A LOOK AT LIFE-121 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY PRAYERS Prayers are heard Only you need to know how to pray Wishes are fulfilled If they are genuine and from the heart He listens and speaks You know not how to communicate Surrender at His feet Not out of compulsion But with love and passion Pray the way Draupadi prayed See how prayers are answered Unless surrender is complete Prayers are from the lips Hardly from the heart and mind Till ego guides you to action Till your mindset and vanity Never allows you to surrender Never pray You do not deserve an answer When you are the doer, the master The architect of what is happening Where is the scope for God's intervention? When you think that you are the doer When you believe in your strength In the strength of others to see you through God silently moves away and You are left alone on your feet How can you pray, how can you seek God's Mercy, And ask for his intervention When you feel you and your surroundings Are capable enough? Believe yourself But act at His behest, not as the master But as a servant. Live for Him Let He be in your every breath Be in your eyes, ears And senses of perception Let your dreams and dramas Action, wishes and accomplishments Are at His lotus feet Love Him like the Gopis Have the patience and faith of Sabari and Prahalad Pray with devotion like Dhruba. Seek Him with tears rolling down your cheeks The way the king of elephants prayed To come out of the jaws of death When the crocodile was dragging it Deep into the ocean Never doubt Prayers have been answered over the ages Prayers are answered even now Prayers will be answered in future Only you are to come out of your ego and vanity To see Thy mercy in whatever you see And what lies beyond your vision and perception You will find your God standing in front Listening to your prayers And patting your shoulders Smruti Ranjan Mohanty © smrutiweb.wordpress.com smrutitanuja.blogspot.com https://www.facebook.com/titutiku/ Picture-google ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_shayari A LOOK AT LIFE-121 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY PRAYERS Prayers are heard Only you need to know how to pray Wishes

White A LOOK AT LIFE-121 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY PRAYERS Prayers are heard Only you need to know how to pray Wishes are fulfilled If they are genuine and from the heart He listens and speaks You know not how to communicate Surrender at His feet Not out of compulsion But with love and passion Pray the way Draupadi prayed See how prayers are answered Unless surrender is complete Prayers are from the lips Hardly from the heart and mind Till ego guides you to action Till your mindset and vanity Never allows you to surrender Never pray You do not deserve an answer When you are the doer, the master The architect of what is happening Where is the scope for God's intervention? When you think that you are the doer When you believe in your strength In the strength of others to see you through God silently moves away and You are left alone on your feet How can you pray, how can you seek God's Mercy, And ask for his intervention When you feel you and your surroundings Are capable enough? Believe yourself But act at His behest, not as the master But as a servant. Live for Him Let He be in your every breath Be in your eyes, ears And senses of perception Let your dreams and dramas Action, wishes and accomplishments Are at His lotus feet Love Him like the Gopis Have the patience and faith of Sabari and Prahalad Pray with devotion like Dhruba. Seek Him with tears rolling down your cheeks The way the king of elephants prayed To come out of the jaws of death When the crocodile was dragging it Deep into the ocean Never doubt Prayers have been answered over the ages Prayers are answered even now Prayers will be answered in future Only you are to come out of your ego and vanity To see Thy mercy in whatever you see And what lies beyond your vision and perception You will find your God standing in front Listening to your prayers And patting your shoulders Smruti Ranjan Mohanty © smrutiweb.wordpress.com smrutitanuja.blogspot.com https://www.facebook.com/titutiku/ Picture-google ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_shayari A LOOK AT LIFE-121 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY PRAYERS Prayers are heard Only you need to know how to pray Wishes

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-118 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY FATHER The word that touches me hard and closest to my heart is father. The word that is music to my ear, the divine Onkar is my father. The word that runs in each drop of my blood, the word my tongue so eager to utter is my father The man, my whole being die to visualize, the voice of whom my ears avid to listen is none else but my father. The man who is larger than life, the picture of confidence, the epitome of love and sacrifice is my father The man who has done no wrong, whose very presence inspires confidence is my father. The teacher who loved his students more than his kids and for whom his students are his sons by culture is my father. I was his son by birth, but he never told me whether I could become his son by culture. I know not How come I am alive, when you, my idol is no more. How I am fighting against all odds, the vagaries of life, the turbulent sea, the violent weather when the able navigator is no more. You have not died. Fathers never die, remain alive as a feeling and consciousness, and that is what guides me in every step. You know what you mean to me, to the people who know you, and you are still in the heart of our hearts, showing the way, guiding us to perfection. When I fumble, I always find you behind the back patting my shoulder, murmuring in the ear, "My child! I am here, always with you forever" Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-118 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY FATHER The word that touches me hard and closest to my hear

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-118 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY FATHER The word that touches me hard and closest to my heart is father. The word that is music to my ear, the divine Onkar is my father. The word that runs in each drop of my blood, the word my tongue so eager to utter is my father The man, my whole being die to visualize, the voice of whom my ears avid to listen is none else but my father. The man who is larger than life, the picture of confidence, the epitome of love and sacrifice is my father The man who has done no wrong, whose very presence inspires confidence is my father. The teacher who loved his students more than his kids and for whom his students are his sons by culture is my father. I was his son by birth, but he never told me whether I could become his son by culture. I know not How come I am alive, when you, my idol is no more. How I am fighting against all odds, the vagaries of life, the turbulent sea, the violent weather when the able navigator is no more. You have not died. Fathers never die, remain alive as a feeling and consciousness, and that is what guides me in every step. You know what you mean to me, to the people who know you, and you are still in the heart of our hearts, showing the way, guiding us to perfection. When I fumble, I always find you behind the back patting my shoulder, murmuring in the ear, "My child! I am here, always with you forever" Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-118 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY FATHER The word that touches me hard and closest to my hear

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White Heart Wrenching SOMETHING I LOOK AT-255 The Harrowing Tale Know not How to console that mother Who has lost her heart and soul That old father Who has lost his eyes and ears The newlywed Who has lost all her tears The sister Waiting for his loving brother Since days, months and years Know not How to console All those friends Waiting for their near and dear The family Which has lost its bread and butter All those who are part of this nightmare And those who witnessed it from close quatre Know not How to console the man in me Silently enduring the pangs of sorrow Like a mute spectator And all like me Lost in a pool of sorrow Will there be any taker If I say things happen contrary to will But life goes on? Who will accept it When their love and blood Are on the funeral pyre And life on a burning cauldron? What to do Except putting our little bit like a squirrel To help ameliorate the situation Praying for the departed soul And the bereaved family Being with them In their moment of agony and tear Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Emotional_Shayari Heart Wrenching SOMETHING I LOOK AT-255 The Harrowing Tale Know not How to console that mother

White Heart Wrenching SOMETHING I LOOK AT-255 The Harrowing Tale Know not How to console that mother Who has lost her heart and soul That old father Who has lost his eyes and ears The newlywed Who has lost all her tears The sister Waiting for his loving brother Since days, months and years Know not How to console All those friends Waiting for their near and dear The family Which has lost its bread and butter All those who are part of this nightmare And those who witnessed it from close quatre Know not How to console the man in me Silently enduring the pangs of sorrow Like a mute spectator And all like me Lost in a pool of sorrow Will there be any taker If I say things happen contrary to will But life goes on? Who will accept it When their love and blood Are on the funeral pyre And life on a burning cauldron? What to do Except putting our little bit like a squirrel To help ameliorate the situation Praying for the departed soul And the bereaved family Being with them In their moment of agony and tear Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Emotional_Shayari Heart Wrenching SOMETHING I LOOK AT-255 The Harrowing Tale Know not How to console that mother

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White A LOOK AT LIFE-116 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE RETURN JOURNEY My Father! I do not know How and why I came here? Probably it is thy will for which I am here But instead of watching your drama Like a silent none possessive, Unassuming spectator Became an actor, a part of the drama Considered myself to be the hero Around whom the world revolved I became a playwright Did my own screenplay Composed my own lyrics Sung my own songs Thought the world around to be exclusively mine. My Lord! I acted as if I was the doer I became the centre You left my hands, silently disappeared I became the prisoner of my own actions No way I could escape from My karmic debts and deposits I created that bondage for me Enjoyed and endured the fruits of my actions. My Father! Bondage I need no more In the journey of life This is my return journey Let the 'I' in me My body, mind, possessions Actions and fruits of actions be At your lotus feet Let my eyes see you only My ears listen to your divine melody My senses perceive nothing but you only With my tired limbs and mind Have to go miles till I reach Help me, my father! I can carry myself To the destination I know nothing, actions, fruits of actions Debts and deposits Knowledge and devotion Dualism, non-dualism and qualified non-dualism I know one thing only I have nothing\none with me Except You, my father I know you can not leave me in the mid-sea You will bring me safely ashore If my love is genuine Ensure my surrender, make it complete Ensure! my mind never moves away even for a fraction of a second from your lotus feet Be with me my father Heaven or hell, do not matter I know my father is with me forever Here and hereafter. Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_quotes A LOOK AT LIFE-116 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE RETURN JOURNEY My Father! I do not know How and why I came here?

White A LOOK AT LIFE-116 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE RETURN JOURNEY My Father! I do not know How and why I came here? Probably it is thy will for which I am here But instead of watching your drama Like a silent none possessive, Unassuming spectator Became an actor, a part of the drama Considered myself to be the hero Around whom the world revolved I became a playwright Did my own screenplay Composed my own lyrics Sung my own songs Thought the world around to be exclusively mine. My Lord! I acted as if I was the doer I became the centre You left my hands, silently disappeared I became the prisoner of my own actions No way I could escape from My karmic debts and deposits I created that bondage for me Enjoyed and endured the fruits of my actions. My Father! Bondage I need no more In the journey of life This is my return journey Let the 'I' in me My body, mind, possessions Actions and fruits of actions be At your lotus feet Let my eyes see you only My ears listen to your divine melody My senses perceive nothing but you only With my tired limbs and mind Have to go miles till I reach Help me, my father! I can carry myself To the destination I know nothing, actions, fruits of actions Debts and deposits Knowledge and devotion Dualism, non-dualism and qualified non-dualism I know one thing only I have nothing\none with me Except You, my father I know you can not leave me in the mid-sea You will bring me safely ashore If my love is genuine Ensure my surrender, make it complete Ensure! my mind never moves away even for a fraction of a second from your lotus feet Be with me my father Heaven or hell, do not matter I know my father is with me forever Here and hereafter. Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_quotes A LOOK AT LIFE-116 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE RETURN JOURNEY My Father! I do not know How and why I came here?

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White MY MOTHER-1 ମୋ ବୋଉ In your funeral pyre Burning my whole world My love and tears, wishes and ambitions My past, present and future The dreams and dramas We shared over the years When you closed your eyes I lost my vision When you lost your ears I lost my hearing When you lost your brain I lost my reasoning The eyes that do not see you The ears which do not hear you The senses which do not feel you Of what use are these? Now I understand What it means being truly orphaned Losing both the earth and sky In between which I have been all along I am up against reality None in front none in the back None to my right none to the left Life is silently walking on fire If you can see See in your absence how Sad and pathetic life is How poor I have become In few hours I have become the most Unfortunate man on earth A begar in fact I am speechless The poor navigator In the boisterous sea Silently watching the boat Sinking in the deep-sea And I am going deep down In the dark abyss. Never thought of a life without you How to reconcile to the reality That you are no more No more with my smile and tears Happiness and sorrow You are in my heart But I am miles away from you Tell me! how can I bridge up the gap And come near? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Emotional MY MOTHER-1 ମୋ ବୋଉ In your funeral pyre Burning my whole world My love and tears, wishes and ambitions My past, present an

White MY MOTHER-1 ମୋ ବୋଉ In your funeral pyre Burning my whole world My love and tears, wishes and ambitions My past, present and future The dreams and dramas We shared over the years When you closed your eyes I lost my vision When you lost your ears I lost my hearing When you lost your brain I lost my reasoning The eyes that do not see you The ears which do not hear you The senses which do not feel you Of what use are these? Now I understand What it means being truly orphaned Losing both the earth and sky In between which I have been all along I am up against reality None in front none in the back None to my right none to the left Life is silently walking on fire If you can see See in your absence how Sad and pathetic life is How poor I have become In few hours I have become the most Unfortunate man on earth A begar in fact I am speechless The poor navigator In the boisterous sea Silently watching the boat Sinking in the deep-sea And I am going deep down In the dark abyss. Never thought of a life without you How to reconcile to the reality That you are no more No more with my smile and tears Happiness and sorrow You are in my heart But I am miles away from you Tell me! how can I bridge up the gap And come near? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Emotional MY MOTHER-1 ମୋ ବୋଉ In your funeral pyre Burning my whole world My love and tears, wishes and ambitions My past, present an

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I'm writing, Yes! I bought a yellow dairy. I'm looking at the moon, Yes! I don't tell people about you. I'm not getting jealous after reading your poems those you wrote for someone. Yes! I'm not reading your poems anymore. Actually, I haven't seen that book in a while, yes! I have kept your book in the corner of the my bookshelf. I'm not waiting for your good morning, good night message anymore, yes! I blocked your number. I forgot your real name. yes! i stopped looking at your profile. What colour shirt are you wearing, yes! I didn't see your photos. You don't come into my dreams anymore, Yes, I don't study physics anymore. I'm not feeling my heartbeat in my body, Yes! I'm not feeling you. I'm completely out of your thought's, Yes! I'm not thinking about you all day along. I'm on the roof of my house, Yes! I can't at night. I'm not waiting for you, Yes! I'm so far away from you. I've gone far away from you, yes! I can't smell your mild itar. you're happy now, Yes, I don't love you like before. ©Mehfuza #VoteForIndia I'm writing, Yes! I bought a yellow dairy. I'm looking at the moon, Yes! I don't tell people about you. I'm not getting jeal

I'm writing, Yes! I bought a yellow dairy. I'm looking at the moon, Yes! I don't tell people about you. I'm not getting jealous after reading your poems those you wrote for someone. Yes! I'm not reading your poems anymore. Actually, I haven't seen that book in a while, yes! I have kept your book in the corner of the my bookshelf. I'm not waiting for your good morning, good night message anymore, yes! I blocked your number. I forgot your real name. yes! i stopped looking at your profile. What colour shirt are you wearing, yes! I didn't see your photos. You don't come into my dreams anymore, Yes, I don't study physics anymore. I'm not feeling my heartbeat in my body, Yes! I'm not feeling you. I'm completely out of your thought's, Yes! I'm not thinking about you all day along. I'm on the roof of my house, Yes! I can't at night. I'm not waiting for you, Yes! I'm so far away from you. I've gone far away from you, yes! I can't smell your mild itar. you're happy now, Yes, I don't love you like before. ©Mehfuza #VoteForIndia I'm writing, Yes! I bought a yellow dairy. I'm looking at the moon, Yes! I don't tell people about you. I'm not getting jeal