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The vast incredulity in the all encompassing sky of belligerent words spoken out of jovial attachments, scaring the mellow indulgences into the harrowing shadows. #yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes #yourquote #sky #vast The harrowing shadows.

The vast incredulity in the all encompassing sky of belligerent words spoken out of jovial attachments, scaring the mellow indulgences into the harrowing shadows. #yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes #yourquote #sky #vast The harrowing shadows.

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Dear Trouble, Thanks for knocking my door, In a hope, even u will leave my side, One day for sure..! Fortunately, u will lean my heart with harrowing pain for short. Still I will be happy, thinking this is nothing, That will bother my thoughts a bit long...! ©Gayatri Modhave #Dear Trouble, Thanks for knocking my door, In a hope, even u will leave my side, One day for sure..! Fortunately, u will lean my heart with

Dear Trouble, Thanks for knocking my door, In a hope, even u will leave my side, One day for sure..! Fortunately, u will lean my heart with harrowing pain for short. Still I will be happy, thinking this is nothing, That will bother my thoughts a bit long...! ©Gayatri Modhave #Dear Trouble, Thanks for knocking my door, In a hope, even u will leave my side, One day for sure..! Fortunately, u will lean my heart with

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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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Because, darling, I fully comprehend the emotions That threaten to inundate you-- In ways, you've never experienced beforehand. (CAPTION) "The Bad Liar" You call me, in the midst of the irking night; I answer the "Beep, beep, beep" of my phone And listen to your scrambling voi

Because, darling, I fully comprehend the emotions That threaten to inundate you-- In ways, you've never experienced beforehand. (CAPTION) "The Bad Liar" You call me, in the midst of the irking night; I answer the "Beep, beep, beep" of my phone And listen to your scrambling voi

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Thanks and gratitude to Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic for his brilliant critical appreciation of my poem'SOMETHING I LOOK AT-44'.Thank you very much sir for your wonderful words Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"Something I Look at-44"is a poem that is born out of the turbulences faced by the human beings in terms of their lives,the lives we lead here on this earth are filled with ups and downs and ebbs and flows all the way.In this journey of life,we go through many harrowing experiences and we overcome all these nasty experiences using the self-confidence principle inherent within our hearts.The relationship of us with the God Almighty remains always steadfast not because we keep it intact rather he loves us constantly inspite of our sins and shortcomings.The motherly figure in the world works and commits substantially for her son's welfare.Here in the poem,the individual concerned does not harbour any illwill at all at any rate towards anybody rather he/she wishes happiness and satisfaction for one and all.Although there is physical rupture in this relationship,the mental ties are consolidated to the core.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 23rd September 2017. SOMETHING I LOOK AT-44 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY So many years of life so many wounds in the heart time has healed some some are still bleeding With a fragile body and feeble heart I am still alive to see you there where I dreamt you to be A son may go wrong a mother can never a mother is a mother for whom nothing but wellbeing of her kids matter With all my wounds I want to live to see your world it's beauty and splendour I may not be there in your world but I will feel it from a distant corner with all my love and tear copyright@smrutiranjan 20.6.2017 #Thanks and gratitude to Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic for his brilliant critical a

Thanks and gratitude to Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic for his brilliant critical appreciation of my poem'SOMETHING I LOOK AT-44'.Thank you very much sir for your wonderful words Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"Something I Look at-44"is a poem that is born out of the turbulences faced by the human beings in terms of their lives,the lives we lead here on this earth are filled with ups and downs and ebbs and flows all the way.In this journey of life,we go through many harrowing experiences and we overcome all these nasty experiences using the self-confidence principle inherent within our hearts.The relationship of us with the God Almighty remains always steadfast not because we keep it intact rather he loves us constantly inspite of our sins and shortcomings.The motherly figure in the world works and commits substantially for her son's welfare.Here in the poem,the individual concerned does not harbour any illwill at all at any rate towards anybody rather he/she wishes happiness and satisfaction for one and all.Although there is physical rupture in this relationship,the mental ties are consolidated to the core.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 23rd September 2017. SOMETHING I LOOK AT-44 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY So many years of life so many wounds in the heart time has healed some some are still bleeding With a fragile body and feeble heart I am still alive to see you there where I dreamt you to be A son may go wrong a mother can never a mother is a mother for whom nothing but wellbeing of her kids matter With all my wounds I want to live to see your world it's beauty and splendour I may not be there in your world but I will feel it from a distant corner with all my love and tear copyright@smrutiranjan 20.6.2017 #Thanks and gratitude to Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic for his brilliant critical a

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-93 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wars end in defeats Both the victor and vanquished suffer alike, incurring loses huge and unacceptable, causing irreparable damage to humanity and its collective conscience, and both having bleeding wounds deep inside that can't be shown to anyone else. In its womb grow the seeds of future wars In it manifests man's innate urge to subjugate In it a vivid display of ego and animosity, a naked parade of hatred and jealousy, a blatant esire to remain at the top in an unequal world of squalor and poverty. The world wars tell it all The victory of pride and greed, emotions and passions, ego and vanity over rationality and peace and all that makes the world such a beautiful place to live in. The darkest chapter of human history speaks volumes of man, his craving for identity, a place unmatched and the sheer madness to achieve it by all means. Hiroshima bears testimony to the victory of forces inimical to man and his development It tells how sad and pathetic life can be, how man and his madness can put an end to everything he has lovingly built and nourished. Hiroshima witnessed the harrowing tales of many, their wounded ego and shattered life, the poignant deaths of thousands who were yet to see the world and live a life and those who survived death and endured a life more pathetic and horrible than dying death hundred times. Hiroshima speaks emphatically The world can ill afford another tragedy We are to understand its language, keep the wound alive and bleeding to see and reassess it time and again. We are the same as we were then having the same instincts, pride, ego and jealousy flowing in our artery and vein. Hardly we understand the language of peace and love, but for the sake of our own survival we are to restrain our hunger for more power and territory, put an end to the arms race and make the world a better place to live, love and relinquish. ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty 4.8.2018 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-93 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wars end in defeats Both the victor and vanquished suffer alike, incurring loses huge and

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-93 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wars end in defeats Both the victor and vanquished suffer alike, incurring loses huge and unacceptable, causing irreparable damage to humanity and its collective conscience, and both having bleeding wounds deep inside that can't be shown to anyone else. In its womb grow the seeds of future wars In it manifests man's innate urge to subjugate In it a vivid display of ego and animosity, a naked parade of hatred and jealousy, a blatant esire to remain at the top in an unequal world of squalor and poverty. The world wars tell it all The victory of pride and greed, emotions and passions, ego and vanity over rationality and peace and all that makes the world such a beautiful place to live in. The darkest chapter of human history speaks volumes of man, his craving for identity, a place unmatched and the sheer madness to achieve it by all means. Hiroshima bears testimony to the victory of forces inimical to man and his development It tells how sad and pathetic life can be, how man and his madness can put an end to everything he has lovingly built and nourished. Hiroshima witnessed the harrowing tales of many, their wounded ego and shattered life, the poignant deaths of thousands who were yet to see the world and live a life and those who survived death and endured a life more pathetic and horrible than dying death hundred times. Hiroshima speaks emphatically The world can ill afford another tragedy We are to understand its language, keep the wound alive and bleeding to see and reassess it time and again. We are the same as we were then having the same instincts, pride, ego and jealousy flowing in our artery and vein. Hardly we understand the language of peace and love, but for the sake of our own survival we are to restrain our hunger for more power and territory, put an end to the arms race and make the world a better place to live, love and relinquish. ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty 4.8.2018 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-93 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wars end in defeats Both the victor and vanquished suffer alike, incurring loses huge and

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Thanks and gratitude to Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic for his brilliant critical appreciation of my poem'SOMETHING I LOOK AT-44'.Thank you very much sir for your wonderful words Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"Something I Look at-44"is a poem that is born out of the turbulences faced by the human beings in terms of their lives,the lives we lead here on this earth are filled with ups and downs and ebbs and flows all the way.In this journey of life,we go through many harrowing experiences and we overcome all these nasty experiences using the self-confidence principle inherent within our hearts.The relationship of us with the God Almighty remains always steadfast not because we keep it intact rather he loves us constantly inspite of our sins and shortcomings.The motherly figure in the world works and commits substantially for her son's welfare.Here in the poem,the individual concerned does not harbour any illwill at all at any rate towards anybody rather he/she wishes happiness and satisfaction for one and all.Although there is physical rupture in this relationship,the mental ties are consolidated to the core.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 23rd September 2017. SOMETHING I LOOK AT-44 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY So many years of life so many wounds in the heart time has healed some some are still bleeding With a fragile body and feeble heart I am still alive to see you there where I dreamt you to be A son may go wrong a mother can never a mother is a mother for whom nothing but wellbeing of her kids matter With all my wounds I want to live to see your world it's beauty and splendour I may not be there in your world but I will feel it from a distant corner with all my love and tear copyright@smrutiranjan 20.6.2017 #Thanks and gratitude to Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic for his brilliant critical a

Thanks and gratitude to Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic for his brilliant critical appreciation of my poem'SOMETHING I LOOK AT-44'.Thank you very much sir for your wonderful words Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"Something I Look at-44"is a poem that is born out of the turbulences faced by the human beings in terms of their lives,the lives we lead here on this earth are filled with ups and downs and ebbs and flows all the way.In this journey of life,we go through many harrowing experiences and we overcome all these nasty experiences using the self-confidence principle inherent within our hearts.The relationship of us with the God Almighty remains always steadfast not because we keep it intact rather he loves us constantly inspite of our sins and shortcomings.The motherly figure in the world works and commits substantially for her son's welfare.Here in the poem,the individual concerned does not harbour any illwill at all at any rate towards anybody rather he/she wishes happiness and satisfaction for one and all.Although there is physical rupture in this relationship,the mental ties are consolidated to the core.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 23rd September 2017. SOMETHING I LOOK AT-44 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY So many years of life so many wounds in the heart time has healed some some are still bleeding With a fragile body and feeble heart I am still alive to see you there where I dreamt you to be A son may go wrong a mother can never a mother is a mother for whom nothing but wellbeing of her kids matter With all my wounds I want to live to see your world it's beauty and splendour I may not be there in your world but I will feel it from a distant corner with all my love and tear copyright@smrutiranjan 20.6.2017 #Thanks and gratitude to Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic for his brilliant critical a

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-93 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wars end in defeats Both the victor and vanquished suffer alike, incurring loses huge and unacceptable, causing irreparable damage to humanity and its collective conscience, and both having bleeding wounds deep inside that can't be shown to anyone else. In its womb grow the seeds of future wars In it manifests man's innate urge to subjugate In it a vivid display of ego and animosity, a naked parade of hatred and jealousy, a blatant esire to remain at the top in an unequal world of squalor and poverty. The world wars tell it all The victory of pride and greed, emotions and passions, ego and vanity over rationality and peace and all that makes the world such a beautiful place to live in. The darkest chapter of human history speaks volumes of man, his craving for identity, a place unmatched and the sheer madness to achieve it by all means. Hiroshima bears testimony to the victory of forces inimical to man and his development It tells how sad and pathetic life can be, how man and his madness can put an end to everything he has lovingly built and nourished. Hiroshima witnessed the harrowing tales of many, their wounded ego and shattered life, the poignant deaths of thousands who were yet to see the world and live a life and those who survived death and endured a life more pathetic and horrible than dying death hundred times. Hiroshima speaks emphatically The world can ill afford another tragedy We are to understand its language, keep the wound alive and bleeding to see and reassess it time and again. We are the same as we were then having the same instincts, pride, ego and jealousy flowing in our artery and vein. Hardly we understand the language of peace and love, but for the sake of our own survival we are to restrain our hunger for more power and territory, put an end to the arms race and make the world a better place to live, love and relinquish. ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty 4.8.2018 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-93 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wars end in defeats Both the victor and vanquished suffer alike, incurring loses huge and

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-93 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wars end in defeats Both the victor and vanquished suffer alike, incurring loses huge and unacceptable, causing irreparable damage to humanity and its collective conscience, and both having bleeding wounds deep inside that can't be shown to anyone else. In its womb grow the seeds of future wars In it manifests man's innate urge to subjugate In it a vivid display of ego and animosity, a naked parade of hatred and jealousy, a blatant esire to remain at the top in an unequal world of squalor and poverty. The world wars tell it all The victory of pride and greed, emotions and passions, ego and vanity over rationality and peace and all that makes the world such a beautiful place to live in. The darkest chapter of human history speaks volumes of man, his craving for identity, a place unmatched and the sheer madness to achieve it by all means. Hiroshima bears testimony to the victory of forces inimical to man and his development It tells how sad and pathetic life can be, how man and his madness can put an end to everything he has lovingly built and nourished. Hiroshima witnessed the harrowing tales of many, their wounded ego and shattered life, the poignant deaths of thousands who were yet to see the world and live a life and those who survived death and endured a life more pathetic and horrible than dying death hundred times. Hiroshima speaks emphatically The world can ill afford another tragedy We are to understand its language, keep the wound alive and bleeding to see and reassess it time and again. We are the same as we were then having the same instincts, pride, ego and jealousy flowing in our artery and vein. Hardly we understand the language of peace and love, but for the sake of our own survival we are to restrain our hunger for more power and territory, put an end to the arms race and make the world a better place to live, love and relinquish. ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty 4.8.2018 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-93 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wars end in defeats Both the victor and vanquished suffer alike, incurring loses huge and

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My own euphoric lucidity has been submerged, For so long, in the abject abyss of your despondency; My enfeebled limbs still clutch the piercing blades That crowd up your riveting, metallic pelt. (CAPTION) "Choosing Us" My own euphoric lucidity has been submerged, For so long, in the abject abyss of your despondency; My enfeebled limbs still

My own euphoric lucidity has been submerged, For so long, in the abject abyss of your despondency; My enfeebled limbs still clutch the piercing blades That crowd up your riveting, metallic pelt. (CAPTION) "Choosing Us" My own euphoric lucidity has been submerged, For so long, in the abject abyss of your despondency; My enfeebled limbs still

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Believe in yourself, once again; Entrust all the other worries to God. (CAPTION) "Star" You had it all figured out, hadn't you? As you sat on that rocking steel chair, There at the garden of your grandpa, You had everyth

Believe in yourself, once again; Entrust all the other worries to God. (CAPTION) "Star" You had it all figured out, hadn't you? As you sat on that rocking steel chair, There at the garden of your grandpa, You had everyth