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Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-26 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY How far away i am from me and my dreams miles and miles away my childhood those glorious days and fascinating nights mother's lap and father's shadow the scenic beauty of nature and fulfilling life Gone are the days of carefree life and blissful living gone is the world of fairies and ghosts no more i feel on my head father's hand and mother's touch no more i hear that raining sound in the distant forest no more i look forward to life and its beauty no more i play with paper boats And sail across my dream world To feel life, its warmth and colours I long for those moments the chill winter night the symphony of ceaseless rain the never ending stories of grandpa the flavour of moist soil sweet aroma of wild flowers and long bare footed walk to the school under the scorching heat of sun and shower I cherish that carefree and contented life the limitless joy i had when i shared whatever little i had with each and everyone die for those moments which we lived for each other showering our love and affection expecting nothing in return With lantern light no means of communication and very little to spend life was difficult yet so captivating and full of colours With all the comforts and luxuries how futile and meaningless today's life is with no time for self love and reciprocation i feel alien to myself and look for that real i, the innocent child lost somewhere in childhood and its innocence copyright @ smruti ranjan 16.2.17 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodMorning SOMETHING I LOOK AT-26 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY How far away i am from me and my dreams miles and miles away my childhood thos

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-26 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY How far away i am from me and my dreams miles and miles away my childhood those glorious days and fascinating nights mother's lap and father's shadow the scenic beauty of nature and fulfilling life Gone are the days of carefree life and blissful living gone is the world of fairies and ghosts no more i feel on my head father's hand and mother's touch no more i hear that raining sound in the distant forest no more i look forward to life and its beauty no more i play with paper boats And sail across my dream world To feel life, its warmth and colours I long for those moments the chill winter night the symphony of ceaseless rain the never ending stories of grandpa the flavour of moist soil sweet aroma of wild flowers and long bare footed walk to the school under the scorching heat of sun and shower I cherish that carefree and contented life the limitless joy i had when i shared whatever little i had with each and everyone die for those moments which we lived for each other showering our love and affection expecting nothing in return With lantern light no means of communication and very little to spend life was difficult yet so captivating and full of colours With all the comforts and luxuries how futile and meaningless today's life is with no time for self love and reciprocation i feel alien to myself and look for that real i, the innocent child lost somewhere in childhood and its innocence copyright @ smruti ranjan 16.2.17 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodMorning SOMETHING I LOOK AT-26 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY How far away i am from me and my dreams miles and miles away my childhood thos

Divya Shrotriya

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green-leaves Redamancy He is a shooter, I am a writer. He has guns, I have pens. He has bullets, I have roses. He kills people, I save lives. He takes revenge, I forgive people. He makes people bow down to him,I don't bow down to anyone. He scares people with his strength,I make people aware with my words. He looks at me, I ignore him. He is an enemy, I am a friend. He spreads hatred, I spread love. He takes lives, I give lives. He lives in darkness, I live in light. He loves me, I hate him. He is ready to die for me,I refuse to live for him. He wants to make me his own,I want to save my freedom. He wants to bind me in his love,I want to find freedom in my words. He loves the red color of blood,I love the red color of love. He is a wild lion, I am a cuckoo. He roars, I sing. He likes the sound of gunfire , I prefer the sound of silence. How will this love story begin... ©Divya Shrotriya #Love #Impossible #him #Blood #poem metaphysical poetry Extraterrestrial life

green-leaves Redamancy He is a shooter, I am a writer. He has guns, I have pens. He has bullets, I have roses. He kills people, I save lives. He takes revenge, I forgive people. He makes people bow down to him,I don't bow down to anyone. He scares people with his strength,I make people aware with my words. He looks at me, I ignore him. He is an enemy, I am a friend. He spreads hatred, I spread love. He takes lives, I give lives. He lives in darkness, I live in light. He loves me, I hate him. He is ready to die for me,I refuse to live for him. He wants to make me his own,I want to save my freedom. He wants to bind me in his love,I want to find freedom in my words. He loves the red color of blood,I love the red color of love. He is a wild lion, I am a cuckoo. He roars, I sing. He likes the sound of gunfire , I prefer the sound of silence. How will this love story begin... ©Divya Shrotriya #Love #Impossible #him #Blood #poem metaphysical poetry Extraterrestrial life

Sunita Pathania

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White In the garden where our whispers bloom, Love's gentle light dispels the gloom. Soft echoes dance in the evening air, Two hearts entwined, a bond so rare. Every glance a story, every smile a rhyme, In your eyes, I find the magic of time. With every heartbeat, a promise we share, In the tapestry of dreams, we weave our care. ©Sunita Pathania #love_shayari #heartsentwined #sunitapathania #Whispers #Blood #tapestryofdreams #Promise #lovepoem #Nojoto #nojotoenglish

White In the garden where our whispers bloom, Love's gentle light dispels the gloom. Soft echoes dance in the evening air, Two hearts entwined, a bond so rare. Every glance a story, every smile a rhyme, In your eyes, I find the magic of time. With every heartbeat, a promise we share, In the tapestry of dreams, we weave our care. ©Sunita Pathania #love_shayari #heartsentwined #sunitapathania #Whispers #Blood #tapestryofdreams #Promise #lovepoem #Nojoto #nojotoenglish