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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-118 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY FATHER The word that touches me hard and closest to my heart is father. The word that is music to my ear, the divine Onkar is my father. The word that runs in each drop of my blood, the word my tongue so eager to utter is my father The man, my whole being die to visualize, the voice of whom my ears avid to listen is none else but my father. The man who is larger than life, the picture of confidence, the epitome of love and sacrifice is my father The man who has done no wrong, whose very presence inspires confidence is my father. The teacher who loved his students more than his kids and for whom his students are his sons by culture is my father. I was his son by birth, but he never told me whether I could become his son by culture. I know not How come I am alive, when you, my idol is no more. How I am fighting against all odds, the vagaries of life, the turbulent sea, the violent weather when the able navigator is no more. You have not died. Fathers never die, remain alive as a feeling and consciousness, and that is what guides me in every step. You know what you mean to me, to the people who know you, and you are still in the heart of our hearts, showing the way, guiding us to perfection. When I fumble, I always find you behind the back patting my shoulder, murmuring in the ear, "My child! I am here, always with you forever" Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-118 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY FATHER The word that touches me hard and closest to my hear

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-118 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY FATHER The word that touches me hard and closest to my heart is father. The word that is music to my ear, the divine Onkar is my father. The word that runs in each drop of my blood, the word my tongue so eager to utter is my father The man, my whole being die to visualize, the voice of whom my ears avid to listen is none else but my father. The man who is larger than life, the picture of confidence, the epitome of love and sacrifice is my father The man who has done no wrong, whose very presence inspires confidence is my father. The teacher who loved his students more than his kids and for whom his students are his sons by culture is my father. I was his son by birth, but he never told me whether I could become his son by culture. I know not How come I am alive, when you, my idol is no more. How I am fighting against all odds, the vagaries of life, the turbulent sea, the violent weather when the able navigator is no more. You have not died. Fathers never die, remain alive as a feeling and consciousness, and that is what guides me in every step. You know what you mean to me, to the people who know you, and you are still in the heart of our hearts, showing the way, guiding us to perfection. When I fumble, I always find you behind the back patting my shoulder, murmuring in the ear, "My child! I am here, always with you forever" Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-118 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY FATHER The word that touches me hard and closest to my hear

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-169 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I fall asleep and get up only to find me in abysmal slumber once more. I feel fed up with myself and things happening around only to find me deeply engrossed little later I lived and died enjoyed and endured, spent the whole of my time moving forward and going back without accelerating and understanding life, its relationship with cause, space and time. I spent my whole life without understanding its purpose., without realising that life is a conundrum. Life has been one step forward one step backward and I am where I was long back Everything around changed but I remained the same enjoying and enduring life without understanding its purpose and meaning. At times, I feel... a dry desert is pervading within me, at times , I see an ever green forest is growing within me... I feel confused .... try to search the fountain of bliss deep inside Life has been a meaningless endeavour in pursuit of nothing I returned back where I started long long a go accomplishing nothing in the process only to see the entire life consumed in a movement forward and backward from high to low, from darkness to light and light to darkness.... this movement is nothing but a riddle. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 29. 4. 2022 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodMorning SOMETHING I LOOK AT-169 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I fall asleep and get up only to find me in abysmal slumber once more. I fee

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-169 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I fall asleep and get up only to find me in abysmal slumber once more. I feel fed up with myself and things happening around only to find me deeply engrossed little later I lived and died enjoyed and endured, spent the whole of my time moving forward and going back without accelerating and understanding life, its relationship with cause, space and time. I spent my whole life without understanding its purpose., without realising that life is a conundrum. Life has been one step forward one step backward and I am where I was long back Everything around changed but I remained the same enjoying and enduring life without understanding its purpose and meaning. At times, I feel... a dry desert is pervading within me, at times , I see an ever green forest is growing within me... I feel confused .... try to search the fountain of bliss deep inside Life has been a meaningless endeavour in pursuit of nothing I returned back where I started long long a go accomplishing nothing in the process only to see the entire life consumed in a movement forward and backward from high to low, from darkness to light and light to darkness.... this movement is nothing but a riddle. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 29. 4. 2022 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodMorning SOMETHING I LOOK AT-169 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I fall asleep and get up only to find me in abysmal slumber once more. I fee

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