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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 A LOOK AT LIFE-58 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MISTAKE OF A LIFE I know not how many minutes and hours, days, months and years, I have spent in meaningless pursuits in proving myself, in proving I am not at par but head and shoulder above others. I know not how many times I turned my back to truth and bliss. How many times I failed to understand love and it's beauty, someone's tears, sacrifices, hours of waiting and longing for me. I know hardly I lived my life for me. It was for those significant others whom I valued the most in seeking their appreciation and recognition who themselves achieved nothing, lived the whole of their lives in illusion in a pseudo world with pseudo greatness and pseudo satisfaction I lived a life in acquiring pelf and power, laurels and accolades adding to my inflated ego, proving before others I am unique and different and don't belong to the same species to which others belong My Lord! How far away I am from me, from my life and it's beauty? How futile is that life which is shaped and designed, not by how one is, but by how others view and assess it. I achieved nothing. What one achieves by running away from his own, family, friends and relations, by alienating from the inner being forgetting life and its purpose, playing all the while to the galleries? If life means running away from oneself, from truth and bliss. If life is an endeavour in pursuit of appreciation and recognition, in chasing a mirage which goes away farther and farther Forgive me! My Lord I don't need one more. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved. ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Sad_shayri A LOOK AT LIFE-58 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MISTAKE OF A LIFE I know not how many minutes and hours, days, months and yea

White A LOOK AT LIFE-58 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MISTAKE OF A LIFE I know not how many minutes and hours, days, months and years, I have spent in meaningless pursuits in proving myself, in proving I am not at par but head and shoulder above others. I know not how many times I turned my back to truth and bliss. How many times I failed to understand love and it's beauty, someone's tears, sacrifices, hours of waiting and longing for me. I know hardly I lived my life for me. It was for those significant others whom I valued the most in seeking their appreciation and recognition who themselves achieved nothing, lived the whole of their lives in illusion in a pseudo world with pseudo greatness and pseudo satisfaction I lived a life in acquiring pelf and power, laurels and accolades adding to my inflated ego, proving before others I am unique and different and don't belong to the same species to which others belong My Lord! How far away I am from me, from my life and it's beauty? How futile is that life which is shaped and designed, not by how one is, but by how others view and assess it. I achieved nothing. What one achieves by running away from his own, family, friends and relations, by alienating from the inner being forgetting life and its purpose, playing all the while to the galleries? If life means running away from oneself, from truth and bliss. If life is an endeavour in pursuit of appreciation and recognition, in chasing a mirage which goes away farther and farther Forgive me! My Lord I don't need one more. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved. ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Sad_shayri A LOOK AT LIFE-58 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MISTAKE OF A LIFE I know not how many minutes and hours, days, months and yea

Saurav Banerjee

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White Failed to Impress I wanted to impress you, Tried a few times, but never knew, I would fail each time and rue. You may not believe’t, but ’tis true. Every time I tried, deterrents came. My love for you, I couldn’t claim. I am irresolute if all my attempts were lame, And impressing you was ne’er my game. Once I saw you at a lonely place. I tried to reach you, and embrace; But I fell flat, couldn’t take my pace. ’Twas dumb of me to think I’d succeed apace. Then, one day, you suddenly showed up on my way; I looked at you with glee, and whispered a “hey!” Thought I almost made’t, you’d hold’nd take me away. I failed again, you didn’t accept me; left me in dismay. I failed to impress you, dear Death! I felt almost accepted when my health deteriorated, And I was lying in a hospital bed; I was waiting and wanting to be dead. But you didn't let it betide, Just came to make your visit and deride. Tell me, dear Death, where you went to hide? When will you return? I am waiting for you, this side. ©Saurav Banerjee Failed to Impress #Sad_shayri #darkpoetry #Nojoto #poem poetry, sad poetry, poetry lovers

White Failed to Impress I wanted to impress you, Tried a few times, but never knew, I would fail each time and rue. You may not believe’t, but ’tis true. Every time I tried, deterrents came. My love for you, I couldn’t claim. I am irresolute if all my attempts were lame, And impressing you was ne’er my game. Once I saw you at a lonely place. I tried to reach you, and embrace; But I fell flat, couldn’t take my pace. ’Twas dumb of me to think I’d succeed apace. Then, one day, you suddenly showed up on my way; I looked at you with glee, and whispered a “hey!” Thought I almost made’t, you’d hold’nd take me away. I failed again, you didn’t accept me; left me in dismay. I failed to impress you, dear Death! I felt almost accepted when my health deteriorated, And I was lying in a hospital bed; I was waiting and wanting to be dead. But you didn't let it betide, Just came to make your visit and deride. Tell me, dear Death, where you went to hide? When will you return? I am waiting for you, this side. ©Saurav Banerjee Failed to Impress #Sad_shayri #darkpoetry #Nojoto #poem poetry, sad poetry, poetry lovers

Zara Sogra

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White You made a plan and it failed? Who cares, try again! Got in a relationship and failed? Who cares, try again Lost money trying something new? Who cares try again! Fell off your gym routine? Who cares, try again! Gained back the weight you lost? Who cares, try again! 📱 Join @InspirationTipsTM  📣 ©Zara Sogra #love_shayari You made a plan and it failed? Who cares, try again! Got in a relationship and failed? Who cares, try again Lost money tryin

White You made a plan and it failed? Who cares, try again! Got in a relationship and failed? Who cares, try again Lost money trying something new? Who cares try again! Fell off your gym routine? Who cares, try again! Gained back the weight you lost? Who cares, try again! 📱 Join @InspirationTipsTM  📣 ©Zara Sogra #love_shayari You made a plan and it failed? Who cares, try again! Got in a relationship and failed? Who cares, try again Lost money tryin

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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White ସମୟ ପାଇଁ ଭାଵୁ ଭାବୁ ସୁବର୍ଣ୍ଣ ସମୟ ଉଭେଇଯାଏ, ଅକାରଣରେ ଆପଣାରମୂଲ୍ୟବାନ୍ କ୍ଷଣ, ଦୂର ହେଇଯାଏ।। ଜୀବନର ସାରାଂଶ ଥିଵା ପ୍ରେମ, ସମୟ ଵଦଳରେ ସମ୍ପର୍କ ଶୂନ୍ୟ ଆଉ ନିରର୍ଥକ ପାଲଟେ, ଯେତେ ନିରଖିଲେ ଵି, ଗଡନ୍ତା ସମୟ ତ ଅଫେରା ନା । A LOOK AT LIFE-153 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Still thinking about the time the precious time I wasted for nothing. Thinking about them once close to me now nowhere near the horizon. Thinking about my loved ones who took the juice of my life to whom now I mean nothing. Silently brooding over the relationships I cultivated that never stood the test of time. Thinking about the moments I lost to satisfy a few for whom I squandered health, wealth and time who ran away at the first opportunity. Time mocks at me I miserably failed to make sense of it One by one they moved away leaving me to think about time which was once mine. Life laughs at me at my miserable plight the abyss where I am in I often ask me where I erred. "You never valued yourself at any point never cared for the moments that came your way" is the answer of time to my poignant tragedy. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_shayari ସମୟ ପାଇଁ ଭାଵୁ ଭାବୁ ସୁବର୍ଣ୍ଣ ସମୟ ଉଭେଇଯାଏ, ଅକାରଣରେ ଆପଣାରମୂଲ୍ୟବାନ୍ କ୍ଷଣ, ଦୂର ହେଇଯାଏ।। ଜୀବନର ସାରାଂଶ ଥିଵା ପ୍ରେମ, ସମୟ ଵଦଳରେ ସମ୍ପର୍କ

White ସମୟ ପାଇଁ ଭାଵୁ ଭାବୁ ସୁବର୍ଣ୍ଣ ସମୟ ଉଭେଇଯାଏ, ଅକାରଣରେ ଆପଣାରମୂଲ୍ୟବାନ୍ କ୍ଷଣ, ଦୂର ହେଇଯାଏ।। ଜୀବନର ସାରାଂଶ ଥିଵା ପ୍ରେମ, ସମୟ ଵଦଳରେ ସମ୍ପର୍କ ଶୂନ୍ୟ ଆଉ ନିରର୍ଥକ ପାଲଟେ, ଯେତେ ନିରଖିଲେ ଵି, ଗଡନ୍ତା ସମୟ ତ ଅଫେରା ନା । A LOOK AT LIFE-153 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Still thinking about the time the precious time I wasted for nothing. Thinking about them once close to me now nowhere near the horizon. Thinking about my loved ones who took the juice of my life to whom now I mean nothing. Silently brooding over the relationships I cultivated that never stood the test of time. Thinking about the moments I lost to satisfy a few for whom I squandered health, wealth and time who ran away at the first opportunity. Time mocks at me I miserably failed to make sense of it One by one they moved away leaving me to think about time which was once mine. Life laughs at me at my miserable plight the abyss where I am in I often ask me where I erred. "You never valued yourself at any point never cared for the moments that came your way" is the answer of time to my poignant tragedy. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_shayari ସମୟ ପାଇଁ ଭାଵୁ ଭାବୁ ସୁବର୍ଣ୍ଣ ସମୟ ଉଭେଇଯାଏ, ଅକାରଣରେ ଆପଣାରମୂଲ୍ୟବାନ୍ କ୍ଷଣ, ଦୂର ହେଇଯାଏ।। ଜୀବନର ସାରାଂଶ ଥିଵା ପ୍ରେମ, ସମୟ ଵଦଳରେ ସମ୍ପର୍କ