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"Rhythm I Always Hear A Rhythm, Somewhere, It Distinguish The Symphony Of Love And Hate. The Rhythm, Give Freedom,Give Wisdom,And Give No Hate. It Is A Sound Of Happiness, A Voice Of Ecstasy. A Lyrics That Always Give Me Happiness. A Call That Inspire My Spirit, A Murmur Of Good Deeds. The Rhythm, The Sound Of My Beloved, Excites My Love; The Rhythm Of Happiness."

Rhythm I Always Hear A Rhythm,
Somewhere,
It Distinguish The Symphony Of Love And Hate.
The Rhythm,
Give Freedom,Give Wisdom,And Give No Hate.

It Is A Sound Of Happiness,
A Voice Of Ecstasy.
A Lyrics That Always Give Me Happiness.
A Call That Inspire My Spirit,
A Murmur Of Good Deeds.

The Rhythm,
The Sound Of My Beloved,
Excites My Love;
The Rhythm Of Happiness.

For You My Sister @Karol Zayede

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"" MustaqQbil.L " ( مستقبل ) What is future ? " Future " is a " fiction " , Not " future ". " Future is the lie ". But also, Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth. " That is future "."

" MustaqQbil.L " 
  ( مستقبل ) 

What is future ? 
" Future " is a " fiction " , Not " future ". 
" Future is the lie ".  
But also, Fiction is the lie through 
  which we tell the truth. 
" That is future ".

#bazm-e-saama.iin ✒ ✒️

" MustaqQbil.L "
( مستقبل )

What is future ?
" Future " is a " fiction " , Not " future ".
" Future is the lie ".

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"Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE -43'.Infact your brilliant interpretation of the poem made it look more beautiful and complete Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"A Look At Life -43"is a poem that sheds light on the alienation and isolation experienced by old parents in the evening of their life due to them being abandoned by their grown up children,this is a horrendous prospect,many old parents today stare at day in and day out in our society of changing value system and a total lack of concern for the geriatric population.Here in the poem,the old parents have nothing to count upon because their hopes and expectations with respect to their children looking after them in their old age are misplaced and belied to a large extent.The parents bring up children thinking and hoping that these children will be of help to them in the final stage of their life,that is now discounted completely.The parents earn everything for the sake of the children,but at the end,the children are ungrateful to their parents.The reasons behind the old parents getting stifled in their home environment at old age can be attributed to two flaws of upbringing of their children by them(a)the children are burdened with the task of fulfilling the aspirations of their parents instead of them being asked to chase their dreams in life and(b)often children are told to concentrate upon the process of making money instead giving them advices by their parents regarding the pursuance of the principles such as truth,love,brotherhood,tolerance and compassion in their lives.Such crazy pursuit of money creates an atmosphere of use and throw culture leading to this objectionable state of affairs in the life of the old parents.At the end of the day,the old parents have each other for company,here in the poem the husband/wife combination reconciles to their situation or fate with total resignation and finds solace in each others arms.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil,The Head of the English Department Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 16th September 2017. Thanks and gratitude to my adorable friend and eminent poet Tulsi Shrestha for his wonderful analysis and words of appreciation which made the poem complete The most beautiful lines of your creation where soul of spirt embodied there in... " look at me, am I not your whole world ? am I not your dream, present,past and future ? When I am here ,why are you so sad ? The empathetic expression really moved me and my cheeks stained with tears. Most of old aged parents have been facing such a painful situation and their grown up sons never try to listen scream of their grief and loneliness. These lines do reflect and echo bitter reality of modern society. Salute for your creativity and articulation skill to ensure emotional sensitivity in each word and event. I adore you my dear friend for your unique exceptional write. A LOOK AT LIFE-43 BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY No present to live for, no future to look forward to I was unfolding the pages of life to feel the beautiful moments I lived to know the person I was which is so alien right now. That dilapidated building, my wife's dream, built on my sweat and blood still stands there. The delicately furnished interiors with lots of dirt and filth now laugh at me telling me how wrong and futile I was in dreaming a future that never came by. The broken walls of the house, persian carpets hanging on it with coats of dusts remind me how elegant once they were, how passionately they were decorated like a bride to welcome my son and his newly wed. How beautiful and fulfilling life was the crumbling relics of which now we have, the costly toys and beautiful gadgets lovingly procured for our grand children lying dead in a corner, like us they need someone's touch to come alive again. Recapitulating those glorious days and fascinating moments completely lost I was. Alll of a sudden I felt someone touching my shoulder. She was non else but my wife with a cup of tea passionately looking at me, telling me with a loving smile, 'look at me, am I not your whole world? am I not your dream, present, past and future? when I am here, why are you so sad' copyright@smrutiranjan 15.9.2017"

Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE -43'.Infact your brilliant interpretation of the poem made it look more beautiful and complete

Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"A Look At Life -43"is a poem that sheds light on the alienation and isolation experienced by old parents in the evening of their life due to them being abandoned by their grown up children,this is a horrendous prospect,many old parents today stare at day in and day out in our society of changing value system and a total lack of concern for the geriatric population.Here in the poem,the old parents have nothing to count upon because their hopes and expectations with respect to their children looking after them in their old age are misplaced and belied to a large extent.The parents bring up children thinking and hoping that these children will be of help to them in the final stage of their life,that is now discounted completely.The parents earn everything for the sake of the children,but at the end,the children are ungrateful to their parents.The reasons behind the old parents getting stifled in their home environment at old age can be attributed to two flaws of upbringing of their children by them(a)the children are burdened with the task of fulfilling the aspirations of their parents instead of them being asked to chase their dreams in life and(b)often children are told to concentrate upon the process of making money instead giving them advices by their parents regarding the pursuance of the principles such as truth,love,brotherhood,tolerance and compassion in their lives.Such crazy pursuit of money creates an atmosphere of use and throw culture leading to this objectionable state of affairs in the life of the old parents.At the end of the day,the old parents have each other for company,here in the poem the husband/wife combination reconciles to their situation or fate with total resignation and finds solace in each others arms.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. 

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil,The Head of the English Department Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 16th September 2017.

Thanks and gratitude to my adorable friend and eminent poet Tulsi Shrestha for his wonderful analysis and words of appreciation which made the poem complete

The most beautiful lines of your creation where soul of spirt embodied there in...

" look at me, am I not your whole world ? 
am I not your dream, present,past and future  ?
When I am here ,why are you so sad  ?

The empathetic expression really moved me and my cheeks stained with tears. 
Most of old aged parents have been facing such a painful situation and their grown up sons never try to listen scream of their grief and loneliness. 
These lines do reflect and echo bitter reality of modern society. 

Salute for your creativity and articulation skill to ensure emotional sensitivity in each word and event. 
I adore you my dear friend for your unique exceptional write.

A LOOK AT LIFE-43
BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

No present to live for,
no future to look forward to
I was unfolding the pages of life
to feel the beautiful moments I lived
to know the person I was
which is so alien right now.

That dilapidated building,
my wife's dream,
built on my sweat and blood
still stands there.
The delicately furnished interiors
with lots of dirt and filth now
laugh at me
telling me how wrong and futile I was
in dreaming a future 
that never came by.

The broken walls of the house,
persian carpets hanging on it
with coats of dusts remind me
how elegant once they were,
how passionately they were decorated
like a bride to welcome my son
and his newly wed.

How beautiful and fulfilling life was
the crumbling relics of which now we have,
the costly toys and beautiful gadgets
lovingly procured for our grand children
lying dead in a corner,
like us they need someone's touch
to come alive again.

Recapitulating those glorious days
and fascinating moments
completely lost I was.
Alll of a sudden
I felt someone touching my shoulder.
She was non else but
my wife with a cup of tea
passionately looking at me,
telling me with a loving smile,
'look at me, am I not your whole world?
am I not your dream, present, past and future? when I am here, why are you so sad'

copyright@smrutiranjan 15.9.2017

#Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE -43'.Infact your brilliant interpretation of the poem made it look more beautiful and complete

Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"A Look At Life -43"is a poem that sheds light on the alienation and isolation experienced by old parents in the evening of their life due to them being abandoned by their grown up children,this is a horrend

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"Congratulations, dear I am once again a failure. All were nothing compared to you my dear, But you again proved me wrong like u did earlier. Thats why i said... Congratulations dear I am once again a failure. I always wore your trust my dear, Thats why you made my life just like broken gear See, once again congratulations dear I am once again a failure Your plans for future were exactly flop my dear, Because you broke me exactly in fine pieces for real. And obviously you need congratulations dear I am once again a failure On Every turn you made a new personality my dear And so i figured out my life always in fear So on that note congratulations dear I am once again a failure Once and for all let me make some things clear I was shattered and ruined but not at all weak my dear..... At end congratulations dear You lost all my respect and love in unfavourable flavour. By khyati dodiya"

Congratulations,  dear
I am once again a failure. 
All were nothing compared to you my dear, 
But you again proved me wrong like u did earlier. 
Thats why i said...  Congratulations dear
I am once again a failure. 
I always wore your trust my dear, 
Thats why you made my life just like broken gear
See,  once again congratulations dear 
I am once again a failure
Your plans for future were exactly flop my dear, 
Because you broke me exactly in fine pieces for real. 
And obviously you need congratulations dear
I am once again a failure
On Every turn you made a new personality my dear
And so i figured out my life always in fear
So on that note congratulations dear
I am once again a failure
Once and for all let me make some things clear
I was shattered and ruined but not at all weak my dear..... 
At end congratulations dear
You lost all my respect and love in unfavourable flavour. 


By khyati dodiya

#OpenPoetry
#Challenge
#followme
#poems

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""एक सनसनीखेज breaking news उस cute sugar candy के नाम जो ढूंढ रहा है अपनी future love❤ 😍😍😍😍😍 {Plz Read in caption}"

"एक सनसनीखेज breaking news  उस cute sugar candy के नाम जो ढूंढ रहा है अपनी future love❤
😍😍😍😍😍
        {Plz Read in caption}

एक सनसनीखेज breaking news " गौर से देखिए👀 इस sugar candy 🍫को ... ये जितना sweet है उतना ही ये कड़वा करेला हो गया है...
जी हाँ मिथिलांचल की गलियों की ख़ाक छानने के बाद भी जब इस शख्स को अपनी future love❤ नही मिली तो ये suger candy अचानक ही कड़वे करेले में तब्दील हो गया ...और गत सप्ताह 🏃🏻‍♂भाग कर दिल्ली आ गया india gate ही क्या दिल्ली के हर कोने हर म्यूजियम में अपनी future love❤ की तलाश की...तलाश में ये शख्स इतना पागल हो गया कि हर राह चलती लड़की की photo click की और उनसे बात करने की कोशिश भी की....
हम

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"Rhythm I Always Hear A Rhythm, Somewhere, It Distinguish The Symphony Of Love And Hate. The Rhythm, Give Freedom,Give Wisdom,And Give No Hate. It Is A Sound Of Happiness, A Voice Of Ecstasy. A Lyrics That Always Give Me Happiness. A Call That Inspire My Spirit, A Murmur Of Good Deeds. The Rhythm, The Sound Of My Beloved, Excites My Love; The Rhythm Of Happiness."

Rhythm I Always Hear A Rhythm,
Somewhere,
It Distinguish The Symphony Of Love And Hate.
The Rhythm,
Give Freedom,Give Wisdom,And Give No Hate.

It Is A Sound Of Happiness,
A Voice Of Ecstasy.
A Lyrics That Always Give Me Happiness.
A Call That Inspire My Spirit,
A Murmur Of Good Deeds.

The Rhythm,
The Sound Of My Beloved,
Excites My Love;
The Rhythm Of Happiness.

For You My Sister @Karol Zayede

13 Love

"" MustaqQbil.L " ( مستقبل ) What is future ? " Future " is a " fiction " , Not " future ". " Future is the lie ". But also, Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth. " That is future "."

" MustaqQbil.L " 
  ( مستقبل ) 

What is future ? 
" Future " is a " fiction " , Not " future ". 
" Future is the lie ".  
But also, Fiction is the lie through 
  which we tell the truth. 
" That is future ".

#bazm-e-saama.iin ✒ ✒️

" MustaqQbil.L "
( مستقبل )

What is future ?
" Future " is a " fiction " , Not " future ".
" Future is the lie ".

5 Love

"Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE -43'.Infact your brilliant interpretation of the poem made it look more beautiful and complete Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"A Look At Life -43"is a poem that sheds light on the alienation and isolation experienced by old parents in the evening of their life due to them being abandoned by their grown up children,this is a horrendous prospect,many old parents today stare at day in and day out in our society of changing value system and a total lack of concern for the geriatric population.Here in the poem,the old parents have nothing to count upon because their hopes and expectations with respect to their children looking after them in their old age are misplaced and belied to a large extent.The parents bring up children thinking and hoping that these children will be of help to them in the final stage of their life,that is now discounted completely.The parents earn everything for the sake of the children,but at the end,the children are ungrateful to their parents.The reasons behind the old parents getting stifled in their home environment at old age can be attributed to two flaws of upbringing of their children by them(a)the children are burdened with the task of fulfilling the aspirations of their parents instead of them being asked to chase their dreams in life and(b)often children are told to concentrate upon the process of making money instead giving them advices by their parents regarding the pursuance of the principles such as truth,love,brotherhood,tolerance and compassion in their lives.Such crazy pursuit of money creates an atmosphere of use and throw culture leading to this objectionable state of affairs in the life of the old parents.At the end of the day,the old parents have each other for company,here in the poem the husband/wife combination reconciles to their situation or fate with total resignation and finds solace in each others arms.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil,The Head of the English Department Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 16th September 2017. Thanks and gratitude to my adorable friend and eminent poet Tulsi Shrestha for his wonderful analysis and words of appreciation which made the poem complete The most beautiful lines of your creation where soul of spirt embodied there in... " look at me, am I not your whole world ? am I not your dream, present,past and future ? When I am here ,why are you so sad ? The empathetic expression really moved me and my cheeks stained with tears. Most of old aged parents have been facing such a painful situation and their grown up sons never try to listen scream of their grief and loneliness. These lines do reflect and echo bitter reality of modern society. Salute for your creativity and articulation skill to ensure emotional sensitivity in each word and event. I adore you my dear friend for your unique exceptional write. A LOOK AT LIFE-43 BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY No present to live for, no future to look forward to I was unfolding the pages of life to feel the beautiful moments I lived to know the person I was which is so alien right now. That dilapidated building, my wife's dream, built on my sweat and blood still stands there. The delicately furnished interiors with lots of dirt and filth now laugh at me telling me how wrong and futile I was in dreaming a future that never came by. The broken walls of the house, persian carpets hanging on it with coats of dusts remind me how elegant once they were, how passionately they were decorated like a bride to welcome my son and his newly wed. How beautiful and fulfilling life was the crumbling relics of which now we have, the costly toys and beautiful gadgets lovingly procured for our grand children lying dead in a corner, like us they need someone's touch to come alive again. Recapitulating those glorious days and fascinating moments completely lost I was. Alll of a sudden I felt someone touching my shoulder. She was non else but my wife with a cup of tea passionately looking at me, telling me with a loving smile, 'look at me, am I not your whole world? am I not your dream, present, past and future? when I am here, why are you so sad' copyright@smrutiranjan 15.9.2017"

Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE -43'.Infact your brilliant interpretation of the poem made it look more beautiful and complete

Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"A Look At Life -43"is a poem that sheds light on the alienation and isolation experienced by old parents in the evening of their life due to them being abandoned by their grown up children,this is a horrendous prospect,many old parents today stare at day in and day out in our society of changing value system and a total lack of concern for the geriatric population.Here in the poem,the old parents have nothing to count upon because their hopes and expectations with respect to their children looking after them in their old age are misplaced and belied to a large extent.The parents bring up children thinking and hoping that these children will be of help to them in the final stage of their life,that is now discounted completely.The parents earn everything for the sake of the children,but at the end,the children are ungrateful to their parents.The reasons behind the old parents getting stifled in their home environment at old age can be attributed to two flaws of upbringing of their children by them(a)the children are burdened with the task of fulfilling the aspirations of their parents instead of them being asked to chase their dreams in life and(b)often children are told to concentrate upon the process of making money instead giving them advices by their parents regarding the pursuance of the principles such as truth,love,brotherhood,tolerance and compassion in their lives.Such crazy pursuit of money creates an atmosphere of use and throw culture leading to this objectionable state of affairs in the life of the old parents.At the end of the day,the old parents have each other for company,here in the poem the husband/wife combination reconciles to their situation or fate with total resignation and finds solace in each others arms.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. 

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil,The Head of the English Department Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 16th September 2017.

Thanks and gratitude to my adorable friend and eminent poet Tulsi Shrestha for his wonderful analysis and words of appreciation which made the poem complete

The most beautiful lines of your creation where soul of spirt embodied there in...

" look at me, am I not your whole world ? 
am I not your dream, present,past and future  ?
When I am here ,why are you so sad  ?

The empathetic expression really moved me and my cheeks stained with tears. 
Most of old aged parents have been facing such a painful situation and their grown up sons never try to listen scream of their grief and loneliness. 
These lines do reflect and echo bitter reality of modern society. 

Salute for your creativity and articulation skill to ensure emotional sensitivity in each word and event. 
I adore you my dear friend for your unique exceptional write.

A LOOK AT LIFE-43
BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

No present to live for,
no future to look forward to
I was unfolding the pages of life
to feel the beautiful moments I lived
to know the person I was
which is so alien right now.

That dilapidated building,
my wife's dream,
built on my sweat and blood
still stands there.
The delicately furnished interiors
with lots of dirt and filth now
laugh at me
telling me how wrong and futile I was
in dreaming a future 
that never came by.

The broken walls of the house,
persian carpets hanging on it
with coats of dusts remind me
how elegant once they were,
how passionately they were decorated
like a bride to welcome my son
and his newly wed.

How beautiful and fulfilling life was
the crumbling relics of which now we have,
the costly toys and beautiful gadgets
lovingly procured for our grand children
lying dead in a corner,
like us they need someone's touch
to come alive again.

Recapitulating those glorious days
and fascinating moments
completely lost I was.
Alll of a sudden
I felt someone touching my shoulder.
She was non else but
my wife with a cup of tea
passionately looking at me,
telling me with a loving smile,
'look at me, am I not your whole world?
am I not your dream, present, past and future? when I am here, why are you so sad'

copyright@smrutiranjan 15.9.2017

#Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE -43'.Infact your brilliant interpretation of the poem made it look more beautiful and complete

Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"A Look At Life -43"is a poem that sheds light on the alienation and isolation experienced by old parents in the evening of their life due to them being abandoned by their grown up children,this is a horrend

11 Love

"Congratulations, dear I am once again a failure. All were nothing compared to you my dear, But you again proved me wrong like u did earlier. Thats why i said... Congratulations dear I am once again a failure. I always wore your trust my dear, Thats why you made my life just like broken gear See, once again congratulations dear I am once again a failure Your plans for future were exactly flop my dear, Because you broke me exactly in fine pieces for real. And obviously you need congratulations dear I am once again a failure On Every turn you made a new personality my dear And so i figured out my life always in fear So on that note congratulations dear I am once again a failure Once and for all let me make some things clear I was shattered and ruined but not at all weak my dear..... At end congratulations dear You lost all my respect and love in unfavourable flavour. By khyati dodiya"

Congratulations,  dear
I am once again a failure. 
All were nothing compared to you my dear, 
But you again proved me wrong like u did earlier. 
Thats why i said...  Congratulations dear
I am once again a failure. 
I always wore your trust my dear, 
Thats why you made my life just like broken gear
See,  once again congratulations dear 
I am once again a failure
Your plans for future were exactly flop my dear, 
Because you broke me exactly in fine pieces for real. 
And obviously you need congratulations dear
I am once again a failure
On Every turn you made a new personality my dear
And so i figured out my life always in fear
So on that note congratulations dear
I am once again a failure
Once and for all let me make some things clear
I was shattered and ruined but not at all weak my dear..... 
At end congratulations dear
You lost all my respect and love in unfavourable flavour. 


By khyati dodiya

#OpenPoetry
#Challenge
#followme
#poems

9 Love

""एक सनसनीखेज breaking news उस cute sugar candy के नाम जो ढूंढ रहा है अपनी future love❤ 😍😍😍😍😍 {Plz Read in caption}"

"एक सनसनीखेज breaking news  उस cute sugar candy के नाम जो ढूंढ रहा है अपनी future love❤
😍😍😍😍😍
        {Plz Read in caption}

एक सनसनीखेज breaking news " गौर से देखिए👀 इस sugar candy 🍫को ... ये जितना sweet है उतना ही ये कड़वा करेला हो गया है...
जी हाँ मिथिलांचल की गलियों की ख़ाक छानने के बाद भी जब इस शख्स को अपनी future love❤ नही मिली तो ये suger candy अचानक ही कड़वे करेले में तब्दील हो गया ...और गत सप्ताह 🏃🏻‍♂भाग कर दिल्ली आ गया india gate ही क्या दिल्ली के हर कोने हर म्यूजियम में अपनी future love❤ की तलाश की...तलाश में ये शख्स इतना पागल हो गया कि हर राह चलती लड़की की photo click की और उनसे बात करने की कोशिश भी की....
हम

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