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Petricore /ˈpɛtrʌɪkɔː/ .noun/ The first smell of first rain emanating from earth drenches you sans touching Emanating- produced Sans- without

Petricore /ˈpɛtrʌɪkɔː/ .noun/ The first smell of first rain emanating from earth drenches you sans touching Emanating- produced Sans- without

Kajori Parial

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Exudes, not only from your hugs and kisses, Or your soothing embrace alone. But it radiates through, Your looks of admiration, Your praising and uplifting smile, Your subtle gesture of intense pride of having me around, Your emanating vibrations of respect and love. It glistens in your ignoring of my follies and flaws, By replacing my embarrassment with your enlivening smile without any hidden clause. Exudes, not only from your hugs and kisses, Or your soothing embrace alone. But it radiates through, Your looks of admiration, Your praising

Exudes, not only from your hugs and kisses, Or your soothing embrace alone. But it radiates through, Your looks of admiration, Your praising and uplifting smile, Your subtle gesture of intense pride of having me around, Your emanating vibrations of respect and love. It glistens in your ignoring of my follies and flaws, By replacing my embarrassment with your enlivening smile without any hidden clause. Exudes, not only from your hugs and kisses, Or your soothing embrace alone. But it radiates through, Your looks of admiration, Your praising

Dr. Ernest Salami

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GUILT & GLORY Pls, read on in the caption... GUILT & GLORY Hands lifted up to the unseen One, The Creator of the Heavens, Whose Hands never wither nor drop low... Whose Hands commissio

GUILT & GLORY Pls, read on in the caption... GUILT & GLORY Hands lifted up to the unseen One, The Creator of the Heavens, Whose Hands never wither nor drop low... Whose Hands commissio

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a bluish green light emanating from the flower bed visible from my bedroom window. That's surprising i thought and decided to investigate. Tommy joined me in my quest as he is always eager to go out with me. With great hesitation i ventured to that place but Tommy didn't displayed any excitement nor fear. I shone my torch and there it shone back in all the resplendent shade of bluish green, I discovered a big Aquamarine gem. Now how it landed in my lawn was a mystery which was soon sorted by a telephone from my neighbor informing me that his son had broken her necklace and a stone was thrown as a joke by her son in our yard. a bluish green light emanating from the flower bed visible from my bedroom window. That's surprising i thought and decided to investigate.

a bluish green light emanating from the flower bed visible from my bedroom window. That's surprising i thought and decided to investigate. Tommy joined me in my quest as he is always eager to go out with me. With great hesitation i ventured to that place but Tommy didn't displayed any excitement nor fear. I shone my torch and there it shone back in all the resplendent shade of bluish green, I discovered a big Aquamarine gem. Now how it landed in my lawn was a mystery which was soon sorted by a telephone from my neighbor informing me that his son had broken her necklace and a stone was thrown as a joke by her son in our yard. a bluish green light emanating from the flower bed visible from my bedroom window. That's surprising i thought and decided to investigate.

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O fleecy Carrier!! (In Caption) O fleecy Carrier of heavenly pearls, Can you bring me, the words from my beloved? The song of longing Sung by my fair maiden. Whose azure ey

O fleecy Carrier!! (In Caption) O fleecy Carrier of heavenly pearls, Can you bring me, the words from my beloved? The song of longing Sung by my fair maiden. Whose azure ey

Rabiya Nizam

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O fleecy Carrier!! (In Caption) O fleecy Carrier of heavenly pearls, Can you bring me, the words from my beloved? The song of longing Sung by my fair maiden. Whose azure ey

O fleecy Carrier!! (In Caption) O fleecy Carrier of heavenly pearls, Can you bring me, the words from my beloved? The song of longing Sung by my fair maiden. Whose azure ey

Smruti Ranjan mohanty

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A LOOK AT LIFE-81 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A JOURNEY INSIDE For a few Life is not a race Not running in a haste For an image Life is a journey Sitting with an erect spine Closing ears and eyes Organs of senses Calming the body, mind One moves along the spine Raising his consciousness From mundane to the sacred From poison to the elixir Feeling the subtle vibrations Deep inside For a few Life is listening to the beats Emanating from the heart Feeling the rush of blood in the arteries and veins Sensing Prana Vayu in cells and membranes Listening to the music of life The divine OM coming out Rhyming with the vibrations inside For a few Life is listening to the breath The air coming in and going out Watching the process as an outsider Without being involved. For a few Life is meditating on the Chakras In the spine to unlock the lock between the brows On the pineal gland The Agyan Chakra Expanding the consciousness To become the whole of the universe And contracting oneself The cosmic universe into a dot. Life is an endeavour To know the source A journey to know The mystery To realise There is no other source No other mystery One oneself is the mystery And the source of all sources as well. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© smrutiweb.wordpress.com smrutitanuja.blogspot.com https://www.facebook.com/titutiku/ #creativeminds A LOOK AT LIFE-81 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A JOURNEY INSIDE For a few Life is not a race Not running in a haste

A LOOK AT LIFE-81 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A JOURNEY INSIDE For a few Life is not a race Not running in a haste For an image Life is a journey Sitting with an erect spine Closing ears and eyes Organs of senses Calming the body, mind One moves along the spine Raising his consciousness From mundane to the sacred From poison to the elixir Feeling the subtle vibrations Deep inside For a few Life is listening to the beats Emanating from the heart Feeling the rush of blood in the arteries and veins Sensing Prana Vayu in cells and membranes Listening to the music of life The divine OM coming out Rhyming with the vibrations inside For a few Life is listening to the breath The air coming in and going out Watching the process as an outsider Without being involved. For a few Life is meditating on the Chakras In the spine to unlock the lock between the brows On the pineal gland The Agyan Chakra Expanding the consciousness To become the whole of the universe And contracting oneself The cosmic universe into a dot. Life is an endeavour To know the source A journey to know The mystery To realise There is no other source No other mystery One oneself is the mystery And the source of all sources as well. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© smrutiweb.wordpress.com smrutitanuja.blogspot.com https://www.facebook.com/titutiku/ #creativeminds A LOOK AT LIFE-81 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A JOURNEY INSIDE For a few Life is not a race Not running in a haste

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A LOOK AT LIFE-81 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A JOURNEY INSIDE For a few Life is not a race Not running in a haste For an image Life is a journey Sitting with an erect spine Closing ears and eyes Organs of senses Calming the body, mind One moves along the spine Raising his consciousness From mundane to the sacred From poison to the elixir Feeling the subtle vibrations Deep inside For a few Life is listening to the beats Emanating from the heart Feeling the rush of blood in the arteries and veins Sensing Prana Vayu in cells and membranes Listening to the music of life The divine OM coming out Rhyming with the vibrations inside For a few Life is listening to the breath The air coming in and going out Watching the process as an outsider Without being involved. For a few Life is meditating on the Chakras In the spine to unlock the lock between the brows On the pineal gland The Agyan Chakra Expanding the consciousness To become the whole of the universe And contracting oneself The cosmic universe into a dot. Life is an endeavour To know the source A journey to know The mystery To realise There is no other source No other mystery One oneself is the mystery And the source of all sources as well. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© smrutiweb.wordpress.com smrutitanuja.blogspot.com https://www.facebook.com/titutiku/ A LOOK AT LIFE-81 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A JOURNEY INSIDE For a few Life is not a race Not running in a haste

A LOOK AT LIFE-81 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A JOURNEY INSIDE For a few Life is not a race Not running in a haste For an image Life is a journey Sitting with an erect spine Closing ears and eyes Organs of senses Calming the body, mind One moves along the spine Raising his consciousness From mundane to the sacred From poison to the elixir Feeling the subtle vibrations Deep inside For a few Life is listening to the beats Emanating from the heart Feeling the rush of blood in the arteries and veins Sensing Prana Vayu in cells and membranes Listening to the music of life The divine OM coming out Rhyming with the vibrations inside For a few Life is listening to the breath The air coming in and going out Watching the process as an outsider Without being involved. For a few Life is meditating on the Chakras In the spine to unlock the lock between the brows On the pineal gland The Agyan Chakra Expanding the consciousness To become the whole of the universe And contracting oneself The cosmic universe into a dot. Life is an endeavour To know the source A journey to know The mystery To realise There is no other source No other mystery One oneself is the mystery And the source of all sources as well. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© smrutiweb.wordpress.com smrutitanuja.blogspot.com https://www.facebook.com/titutiku/ A LOOK AT LIFE-81 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A JOURNEY INSIDE For a few Life is not a race Not running in a haste

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-116 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY LOVE SPEAKS When love speaks, it speaks through the eyes, the communication is from one heart to the other, which no organs of sense can convey better. In between two oceans of love, two pairs of eyes meditating on each other and two dispassionately passionate hearts silently longing for each other there is nothing but waves of bliss, emanating from each. In between two pairs of glittering eyes and beating hearts, there is nothing but love, a consciousness beyond body and mind Eyes speak and hearts connect each other the way, no organ can. One sees nothing but his or her replica in other's eyes loses in the ocean of love. Hours go by, but the spell remains with none attempting to come out of heaven. That is love at its fascinating best. Love happens once, descends as bliss, so different from lovemaking, a deliberate attempt to fall in love. Lovemaking is for moments, love is for eternity. Lovemaking becomes so nice and absorbing when one understands the meaning of love sublime. The more you close the gap, the more your eyes stop to meditate, hearts fail to reciprocate and start to wander, the less your love remains a consciousness and comes down to the physical domain. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sunset_time SOMETHING I LOOK AT-116 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY LOVE SPEAKS When love speaks, it speaks through the eyes, t

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-116 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY LOVE SPEAKS When love speaks, it speaks through the eyes, the communication is from one heart to the other, which no organs of sense can convey better. In between two oceans of love, two pairs of eyes meditating on each other and two dispassionately passionate hearts silently longing for each other there is nothing but waves of bliss, emanating from each. In between two pairs of glittering eyes and beating hearts, there is nothing but love, a consciousness beyond body and mind Eyes speak and hearts connect each other the way, no organ can. One sees nothing but his or her replica in other's eyes loses in the ocean of love. Hours go by, but the spell remains with none attempting to come out of heaven. That is love at its fascinating best. Love happens once, descends as bliss, so different from lovemaking, a deliberate attempt to fall in love. Lovemaking is for moments, love is for eternity. Lovemaking becomes so nice and absorbing when one understands the meaning of love sublime. The more you close the gap, the more your eyes stop to meditate, hearts fail to reciprocate and start to wander, the less your love remains a consciousness and comes down to the physical domain. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sunset_time SOMETHING I LOOK AT-116 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY LOVE SPEAKS When love speaks, it speaks through the eyes, t

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White ଯେଣେ ଶ୍ରଦ୍ଧା ଯାଉ ତମ ମନ, କେବଳ ଦେଖ ତାକୁ , ତା ଗତାଗତକୁ, ଆପେ ଆପେ କ୍ଳାନ୍ତ ହେଇ ଯେଠାରୁ ସେ ଯାଇଥିଲା, ସେଠାକୁ ସେ ଆସିବ ବାହୁଡି । ଅନୁଧ୍ୟାନ କର ତମ ପ୍ରଶ୍ବାସ ନିଃଶ୍ବାସର ଗତି । କେଵେ ବି ଜଡିତ ହୁଅନା, ଦେଖ , ସେ ନେଇଯିବ ଗୋଟେ ଆଶ୍ଚର୍ଯ୍ୟ ବିଶ୍ବକୁ, ଯେଉଁଠି ପ୍ରତ୍ୟକ୍ଷ କରିବ ମହାମହିମ ସତ୍ତାକୁ। SOMETHING I LOOK AT-87 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Let your mind go wherever it likes. Don't chase it. Just watch it, watch its movement. It will get tired, come back on its own and be there where you want it to be. Watch your breath coming in and going out. Never get involved in the process. It will go slower and slower and take you to that land of wonder where you will identify and become one with the source. Go beyond your external senses of perception. Dive deep inside, listen to the beats of your heart, the voice within and the divine melody emanating. Your mind will stop roaming and your whole being will come to stand still in bliss and harmony. Feel the cosmic consciousness moving through the spine from mooladhar chakra to Sahasrasara, blood flowing through your arteries and veins, the subtle vibrations deep inside. Be with it, its rhythm and rhyme. Watch the you, you call yourself as a silent observer. It will let you know who you actually are, pure consciousness, distinct from body, mind, and intellect, with which you closely identify ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_shayari ଯେଣେ ଶ୍ରଦ୍ଧା ଯାଉ ତମ ମନ, କେବଳ ଦେଖ ତାକୁ , ତା ଗତାଗତକୁ, ଆପେ ଆପେ କ୍ଳାନ୍ତ ହେଇ ଯେଠାରୁ ସେ ଯାଇଥିଲା, ସେଠାକୁ ସେ ଆସିବ ବାହୁଡି । ଅନୁଧ୍ୟାନ

White ଯେଣେ ଶ୍ରଦ୍ଧା ଯାଉ ତମ ମନ, କେବଳ ଦେଖ ତାକୁ , ତା ଗତାଗତକୁ, ଆପେ ଆପେ କ୍ଳାନ୍ତ ହେଇ ଯେଠାରୁ ସେ ଯାଇଥିଲା, ସେଠାକୁ ସେ ଆସିବ ବାହୁଡି । ଅନୁଧ୍ୟାନ କର ତମ ପ୍ରଶ୍ବାସ ନିଃଶ୍ବାସର ଗତି । କେଵେ ବି ଜଡିତ ହୁଅନା, ଦେଖ , ସେ ନେଇଯିବ ଗୋଟେ ଆଶ୍ଚର୍ଯ୍ୟ ବିଶ୍ବକୁ, ଯେଉଁଠି ପ୍ରତ୍ୟକ୍ଷ କରିବ ମହାମହିମ ସତ୍ତାକୁ। SOMETHING I LOOK AT-87 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Let your mind go wherever it likes. Don't chase it. Just watch it, watch its movement. It will get tired, come back on its own and be there where you want it to be. Watch your breath coming in and going out. Never get involved in the process. It will go slower and slower and take you to that land of wonder where you will identify and become one with the source. Go beyond your external senses of perception. Dive deep inside, listen to the beats of your heart, the voice within and the divine melody emanating. Your mind will stop roaming and your whole being will come to stand still in bliss and harmony. Feel the cosmic consciousness moving through the spine from mooladhar chakra to Sahasrasara, blood flowing through your arteries and veins, the subtle vibrations deep inside. Be with it, its rhythm and rhyme. Watch the you, you call yourself as a silent observer. It will let you know who you actually are, pure consciousness, distinct from body, mind, and intellect, with which you closely identify ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_shayari ଯେଣେ ଶ୍ରଦ୍ଧା ଯାଉ ତମ ମନ, କେବଳ ଦେଖ ତାକୁ , ତା ଗତାଗତକୁ, ଆପେ ଆପେ କ୍ଳାନ୍ତ ହେଇ ଯେଠାରୁ ସେ ଯାଇଥିଲା, ସେଠାକୁ ସେ ଆସିବ ବାହୁଡି । ଅନୁଧ୍ୟାନ