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परिवर्तनों का विरोध करने के बजाय, आत्मसमर्पण करें। जीवन को तुम्हारे साथ होने दो, तुम्हारे खिलाफ नहीं। अगर आपको लगता है कि मेरा जीवन उल्टा हो जाएगा, तो यह चिंता की बात नहीं है। आप कैसे जानते हैं कि उल्टा होना बेहतर नहीं है? ”- शम्स तबरीज़ी Samz tabrizi...do follow for more Rakesh Kumar Ray Priyanka Ranbir Ranjan Ramesh Chandra Shadab Alam

परिवर्तनों का विरोध करने के बजाय, आत्मसमर्पण करें। जीवन को तुम्हारे साथ होने दो, तुम्हारे खिलाफ नहीं। अगर आपको लगता है कि मेरा जीवन उल्टा हो जाएगा, तो यह चिंता की बात नहीं है। आप कैसे जानते हैं कि उल्टा होना बेहतर नहीं है? ”- शम्स तबरीज़ी Samz tabrizi...do follow for more Rakesh Kumar Ray Priyanka Ranbir Ranjan Ramesh Chandra Shadab Alam

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Is This Called... Where bonfires dance with fountains heated zephyrs touch the cheek, moistened stars mingle with Sun free-spirited smiles become one... // Caption // Is This Called... Where bonfires dance with fountains heated zephyrs touch the cheek, moistened stars mingle with Sun free-spirited smiles

Is This Called... Where bonfires dance with fountains heated zephyrs touch the cheek, moistened stars mingle with Sun free-spirited smiles become one... // Caption // Is This Called... Where bonfires dance with fountains heated zephyrs touch the cheek, moistened stars mingle with Sun free-spirited smiles

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We run, we stop, we turn to look at all that was and all that never was. All that is broken, all that may be poetic. All that screams at us and still screams for attention. All that burns for us and burns in us, that never could be stale smoke. //full poem in caption// We stumble, fall, run away and all that we do leads us back to where we first stumbled on the perfectly polished pavement. Where the sweet

We run, we stop, we turn to look at all that was and all that never was. All that is broken, all that may be poetic. All that screams at us and still screams for attention. All that burns for us and burns in us, that never could be stale smoke. //full poem in caption// We stumble, fall, run away and all that we do leads us back to where we first stumbled on the perfectly polished pavement. Where the sweet

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Stop Acid Attack ©BELINDA INDA let me introduce you to a very serious issue that does still often affect women around the world. It is very sad to imagine that today's w

Stop Acid Attack ©BELINDA INDA let me introduce you to a very serious issue that does still often affect women around the world. It is very sad to imagine that today's w

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Thanks and gratitude to Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and literary critic for his wonderful critical appreciation of my poem'A LOOK AT LIFE-45'.Thanks and gratitude sir for your beautiful words Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"A Look At Life -45"is a poem that bares before us the peculiarities and contradictions that we come across here in this world.The fleeting nature of this world is a certainty which we can't discount at all.Everything in this world is subjected to change,that is the only reality we come across in our lives.The truths and lies also undergo multiple changes as per the transitory nature of the society.Our perceptions and assumptions do depend upon the individuals we come across in our lives,often our perceptions are created by the hysteria of the massive media networks spewing out venom on us with their fake and concotated new items.The truths that you perceive as rights may not have any truth in it afterall.There are certain bitter truths that are swept under the carpets,they are more truthful than the so called truths of the officialdom.For example,we all know why the wars are sustained here in this world,it is subtly to help the arms and ammunitions industries based in the West,but if we make such an argument,nobody takes notice of that at all,instead they all believe that the Western powers wage war in oriental territories to bring democracy to these places,in fact that contention is far from the truth.So a truth is not a permanent truth and likewise a lie is not a permanent lie,so always remember that today's lies are tomorrow's truths and today's truths are tomorrow's lies.So it is time that we must not be judgemental in terms of our approach,instead let us not judge others so that we shall not be judged at the end.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificently philosophical pedigree. 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 3rd October 2017. A LOOK AT LIFE-45 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Nothing is absolute in this relative world of ours even truth and lies good and bad time and space are subject to conditions Nothing remains pelf and power, beauty and ellegance hatred and jealousy are for a peroiod of time everything keeps on changing so the pair of opposites circumstance, time and individuals involved decide who and what is what it depends how you perceive reality in a world of relativity and it is your perception, interpretation and prority that guides you arrive a conclusion which may not be right your lie may save an innocent your truth may cost ones life some truths are blatant lies some true lies are naked truths more true than truth itself It is the spell and purpose that decides how true the truth is and how false the lies are nothing is more pseudo and poignant than the bitter truth that harms the innocent and nothing is more true than the lie which saves the ingenious, helps justice and fair play to blossom and have its way What is good for you may not be so for another and what is good is only for a period of time in a particular circumstance with change in circumstance and individuals in an interaction situation the texture and colour of truth and lie good and bad change Space is both finite and infinite time not always goes ahead it reverses its forward movement and recedes back and yesterday comes instead of tomorrow under conditions universe expands and contracts stars become black dwarf, planetary nebula, black hole, grey matter hence nothing remains as such and keeps on changing, dying and coming alive again and again Birth and death earth becoming black dwarf and black dwarf becoming earth bubbling with vitality are but parts of life already there in the cosmic drama enacted on the big stage copyright@smrutiranjan 10.9.2017 #Thanks and gratitude to Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and literary critic for his wonderful critical appreciation of my poem'A L

Thanks and gratitude to Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and literary critic for his wonderful critical appreciation of my poem'A LOOK AT LIFE-45'.Thanks and gratitude sir for your beautiful words Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"A Look At Life -45"is a poem that bares before us the peculiarities and contradictions that we come across here in this world.The fleeting nature of this world is a certainty which we can't discount at all.Everything in this world is subjected to change,that is the only reality we come across in our lives.The truths and lies also undergo multiple changes as per the transitory nature of the society.Our perceptions and assumptions do depend upon the individuals we come across in our lives,often our perceptions are created by the hysteria of the massive media networks spewing out venom on us with their fake and concotated new items.The truths that you perceive as rights may not have any truth in it afterall.There are certain bitter truths that are swept under the carpets,they are more truthful than the so called truths of the officialdom.For example,we all know why the wars are sustained here in this world,it is subtly to help the arms and ammunitions industries based in the West,but if we make such an argument,nobody takes notice of that at all,instead they all believe that the Western powers wage war in oriental territories to bring democracy to these places,in fact that contention is far from the truth.So a truth is not a permanent truth and likewise a lie is not a permanent lie,so always remember that today's lies are tomorrow's truths and today's truths are tomorrow's lies.So it is time that we must not be judgemental in terms of our approach,instead let us not judge others so that we shall not be judged at the end.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificently philosophical pedigree. 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 3rd October 2017. A LOOK AT LIFE-45 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Nothing is absolute in this relative world of ours even truth and lies good and bad time and space are subject to conditions Nothing remains pelf and power, beauty and ellegance hatred and jealousy are for a peroiod of time everything keeps on changing so the pair of opposites circumstance, time and individuals involved decide who and what is what it depends how you perceive reality in a world of relativity and it is your perception, interpretation and prority that guides you arrive a conclusion which may not be right your lie may save an innocent your truth may cost ones life some truths are blatant lies some true lies are naked truths more true than truth itself It is the spell and purpose that decides how true the truth is and how false the lies are nothing is more pseudo and poignant than the bitter truth that harms the innocent and nothing is more true than the lie which saves the ingenious, helps justice and fair play to blossom and have its way What is good for you may not be so for another and what is good is only for a period of time in a particular circumstance with change in circumstance and individuals in an interaction situation the texture and colour of truth and lie good and bad change Space is both finite and infinite time not always goes ahead it reverses its forward movement and recedes back and yesterday comes instead of tomorrow under conditions universe expands and contracts stars become black dwarf, planetary nebula, black hole, grey matter hence nothing remains as such and keeps on changing, dying and coming alive again and again Birth and death earth becoming black dwarf and black dwarf becoming earth bubbling with vitality are but parts of life already there in the cosmic drama enacted on the big stage copyright@smrutiranjan 10.9.2017 #Thanks and gratitude to Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and literary critic for his wonderful critical appreciation of my poem'A L

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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

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

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°°The Other Half Lost°° Chapter 1 : The Daughter Land Chapter 1 : The Daughter Land The tick-tick of the clock seemed to halt for a moment when it struck twelve. But, that wasn't the only sound

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