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آخری گناہ تیری یاد تھی آج اس سے بھی تو بہ کر لی ۔ I remembered your last sin and repented from it today. ©Salman Khan7743 I remembered your last sin and repented from it today.

آخری گناہ تیری یاد تھی آج اس سے بھی تو بہ کر لی ۔ I remembered your last sin and repented from it today. ©Salman Khan7743 I remembered your last sin and repented from it today.

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As per to my thoughts, money was the reason of our wrangles but I didn't perceived my fault and repented and cried and made you too cry. //captioned You too thought the same but weaved the pain never letting me know your pain you too repented for the same. Now no more repents let us

As per to my thoughts, money was the reason of our wrangles but I didn't perceived my fault and repented and cried and made you too cry. //captioned You too thought the same but weaved the pain never letting me know your pain you too repented for the same. Now no more repents let us

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मुबारक हो तुम्हें ये शब बड़ी ही शादमानी है, रबी-उल-अखिर है और रहमतो की अब रवानी है पड़ी मुश्किल तो मैंने मुश्किलों से ये कहा सुनलो मेरे हाथों मे जिसका हाथ है वो पीर जिलानी है An ode to the greatest Sufi Saint of all times.. Hazrat Syed Abdal kadir jilani (rehmatulla alaih) (Baghdad, Iraq) grandson of the prophet

मुबारक हो तुम्हें ये शब बड़ी ही शादमानी है, रबी-उल-अखिर है और रहमतो की अब रवानी है पड़ी मुश्किल तो मैंने मुश्किलों से ये कहा सुनलो मेरे हाथों मे जिसका हाथ है वो पीर जिलानी है An ode to the greatest Sufi Saint of all times.. Hazrat Syed Abdal kadir jilani (rehmatulla alaih) (Baghdad, Iraq) grandson of the prophet

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But autumn already knocked at the door, so my foliages turned bald. •Captioned• Should I have tamed the foliages to hide my heart? But the shudders through my nerves made my heart throb, welcoming breeze and then storm.

But autumn already knocked at the door, so my foliages turned bald. •Captioned• Should I have tamed the foliages to hide my heart? But the shudders through my nerves made my heart throb, welcoming breeze and then storm.

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•Ma's the best• //captioned. •Ma's the best• The groups of non-uniformed students is gusting out hastily in the direction of the smell of their homes to reach home. W

•Ma's the best• //captioned. •Ma's the best• The groups of non-uniformed students is gusting out hastily in the direction of the smell of their homes to reach home. W

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THINK ONCE MORE-23 I GOT MY ANSWER My grandmother's love for my grandfather was never in words and gestures. It was deep inside her heart. They hardly talked with each other and the whole of their time was for their kids. When she died at an early age, there was absolutely no tears in my grandfather's eyes. He was quite normal and never let us feel at any point of time about what he had lost. After the death of my grandmother, my grandfather lived for another twenty-five years completely identifying himself with our happiness and sorrow. In this long period, I have never found him thinking and speaking about my grandmother. Doubting his intensity of love I once asked him, how much he loved my grandmother whom we had lost ten years before. My grandfather just looked at me. For the first time, I saw tears in his eyes. And I got my answer. My grandfather and grandmother never dined together, never travelled together, probably never lived together. They never lived for each other, but together they lived for their family in which they found the fulfilment of their love, dreams and passion.Unlike us they lived a happy and contented life, never complained, never repented, never pretended, never borrowed, never did something which their conscience never approved, never aspired for something beyond their reach and lived life to the full. I think our love is rarely from the heart, it is mostly in words and gestures. Despite having all the amenities of life I do not think the quality of my life is better than that of my grandparents. There was no electricity, no telephone, no television in their times, but they lived a very happy and contented life in the midst of nature, in an atmosphere of genuine love and concern. I am still at a loss to understand whether anything we call modern add to our lives or take the juice out of it. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty © #THINK ONCE MORE-23 I GOT MY ANSWER My grandmother's love for my grandfather was never in words and gestures. It was

THINK ONCE MORE-23 I GOT MY ANSWER My grandmother's love for my grandfather was never in words and gestures. It was deep inside her heart. They hardly talked with each other and the whole of their time was for their kids. When she died at an early age, there was absolutely no tears in my grandfather's eyes. He was quite normal and never let us feel at any point of time about what he had lost. After the death of my grandmother, my grandfather lived for another twenty-five years completely identifying himself with our happiness and sorrow. In this long period, I have never found him thinking and speaking about my grandmother. Doubting his intensity of love I once asked him, how much he loved my grandmother whom we had lost ten years before. My grandfather just looked at me. For the first time, I saw tears in his eyes. And I got my answer. My grandfather and grandmother never dined together, never travelled together, probably never lived together. They never lived for each other, but together they lived for their family in which they found the fulfilment of their love, dreams and passion.Unlike us they lived a happy and contented life, never complained, never repented, never pretended, never borrowed, never did something which their conscience never approved, never aspired for something beyond their reach and lived life to the full. I think our love is rarely from the heart, it is mostly in words and gestures. Despite having all the amenities of life I do not think the quality of my life is better than that of my grandparents. There was no electricity, no telephone, no television in their times, but they lived a very happy and contented life in the midst of nature, in an atmosphere of genuine love and concern. I am still at a loss to understand whether anything we call modern add to our lives or take the juice out of it. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty © #THINK ONCE MORE-23 I GOT MY ANSWER My grandmother's love for my grandfather was never in words and gestures. It was

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26 May, 21 THAT 11 pm CALL. (Read Caption) It was a escalated gusty night. The wind was howling loud enough to break the silence of an empty dark room. I had planned and even informed

26 May, 21 THAT 11 pm CALL. (Read Caption) It was a escalated gusty night. The wind was howling loud enough to break the silence of an empty dark room. I had planned and even informed

Smruti Ranjan mohanty

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A LOOK AT LIFE-91 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I REPENT My father! Sometimes I feel You are not with me You are somewhere else Sometimes I feel You are not my father You are someone else Is it because You don not love me The way I love you? Is it because I ate the forbidden fruit Deviated from the path? Is it because I acted contrary to your will? Many a time I erred Many a time I did something Which my conscience never approved Many a time I repented Many a time I apologized But committed the same mistake again and again Many a time I cried Many a time I indulged in the same game Knowing well that I am committing a mistake My father! I have made a complete Mess of my independence Neither I deserve nor wish to be independent Don't make me independent again I do not know how to carry myself Get over my instincts and passions I don't need anything that takes me Miles away from my life and love My Lord! don't leave my hand I am in between the devil and deep sea You may not forgive me But don't go away from me If you go away How shall I live and why shall I live? Who else other than you can drag me out Of the spell of your maya. My father! I do not know What is my role in the cosmic drama of Yours Let your gift, my life on earth Be nothing but a garland of your wishes I know not For what I am here Let nothing but thy wish be reflected In my action and inaction, Thoughts, words and deeds I need nothing Have no desire to be a Udhab A Sanat Kumar or Sudama Just make me specks of dust at your feet Bless me to surrender The way Draupadi surrendered at your feet Love you the way Gopis loved you Throw me wherever you wish Heaven or hell does not matter It is thy wish I respect by all means I am not bothered where I am But never let my mind waver even for a minute Let it be always at your lotus feet Smrurti Ranjan Mohanty© Picture-google #Light A LOOK AT LIFE-91 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I REPENT My father! Sometimes I feel You are not with me

A LOOK AT LIFE-91 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I REPENT My father! Sometimes I feel You are not with me You are somewhere else Sometimes I feel You are not my father You are someone else Is it because You don not love me The way I love you? Is it because I ate the forbidden fruit Deviated from the path? Is it because I acted contrary to your will? Many a time I erred Many a time I did something Which my conscience never approved Many a time I repented Many a time I apologized But committed the same mistake again and again Many a time I cried Many a time I indulged in the same game Knowing well that I am committing a mistake My father! I have made a complete Mess of my independence Neither I deserve nor wish to be independent Don't make me independent again I do not know how to carry myself Get over my instincts and passions I don't need anything that takes me Miles away from my life and love My Lord! don't leave my hand I am in between the devil and deep sea You may not forgive me But don't go away from me If you go away How shall I live and why shall I live? Who else other than you can drag me out Of the spell of your maya. My father! I do not know What is my role in the cosmic drama of Yours Let your gift, my life on earth Be nothing but a garland of your wishes I know not For what I am here Let nothing but thy wish be reflected In my action and inaction, Thoughts, words and deeds I need nothing Have no desire to be a Udhab A Sanat Kumar or Sudama Just make me specks of dust at your feet Bless me to surrender The way Draupadi surrendered at your feet Love you the way Gopis loved you Throw me wherever you wish Heaven or hell does not matter It is thy wish I respect by all means I am not bothered where I am But never let my mind waver even for a minute Let it be always at your lotus feet Smrurti Ranjan Mohanty© Picture-google #Light A LOOK AT LIFE-91 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I REPENT My father! Sometimes I feel You are not with me

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A LOOK AT LIFE-91 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I REPENT My father! Sometimes I feel You are not with me You are somewhere else Sometimes I feel You are not my father You are someone else Is it because You don not love me The way I love you? Is it because I ate the forbidden fruit Deviated from the path? Is it because I acted contrary to your will? Many a time I erred Many a time I did something Which my conscience never approved Many a time I repented Many a time I apologized But committed the same mistake again and again Many a time I cried Many a time I indulged in the same game Knowing well that I am committing a mistake My father! I have made a complete Mess of my independence Neither I deserve nor wish to be independent Don't make me independent again I do not know how to carry myself Get over my instincts and passions I don't need anything that takes me Miles away from my life and love My Lord! don't leave my hand I am in between the devil and deep sea You may not forgive me But don't go away from me If you go away How shall I live and why shall I live? Who else other than you can drag me out Of the spell of your maya. My father! I do not know What is my role in the cosmic drama of Yours Let your gift, my life on earth Be nothing but a garland of your wishes I know not For what I am here Let nothing but thy wish be reflected In my action and inaction, Thoughts, words and deeds I need nothing Have no desire to be a Udhab A Sanat Kumar or Sudama Just make me specks of dust at your feet Bless me to surrender The way Draupadi surrendered at your feet Love you the way Gopis loved you Throw me wherever you wish Heaven or hell does not matter It is thy wish I respect by all means I am not bothered where I am But never let my mind waver even for a minute Let it be always at your lotus feet Smrurti Ranjan Mohanty© A LOOK AT LIFE-91 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I REPENT My father! Sometimes I feel You are not with me

A LOOK AT LIFE-91 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I REPENT My father! Sometimes I feel You are not with me You are somewhere else Sometimes I feel You are not my father You are someone else Is it because You don not love me The way I love you? Is it because I ate the forbidden fruit Deviated from the path? Is it because I acted contrary to your will? Many a time I erred Many a time I did something Which my conscience never approved Many a time I repented Many a time I apologized But committed the same mistake again and again Many a time I cried Many a time I indulged in the same game Knowing well that I am committing a mistake My father! I have made a complete Mess of my independence Neither I deserve nor wish to be independent Don't make me independent again I do not know how to carry myself Get over my instincts and passions I don't need anything that takes me Miles away from my life and love My Lord! don't leave my hand I am in between the devil and deep sea You may not forgive me But don't go away from me If you go away How shall I live and why shall I live? Who else other than you can drag me out Of the spell of your maya. My father! I do not know What is my role in the cosmic drama of Yours Let your gift, my life on earth Be nothing but a garland of your wishes I know not For what I am here Let nothing but thy wish be reflected In my action and inaction, Thoughts, words and deeds I need nothing Have no desire to be a Udhab A Sanat Kumar or Sudama Just make me specks of dust at your feet Bless me to surrender The way Draupadi surrendered at your feet Love you the way Gopis loved you Throw me wherever you wish Heaven or hell does not matter It is thy wish I respect by all means I am not bothered where I am But never let my mind waver even for a minute Let it be always at your lotus feet Smrurti Ranjan Mohanty© A LOOK AT LIFE-91 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I REPENT My father! Sometimes I feel You are not with me

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A LOOK AT LIFE-91 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I REPENT My father! Sometimes I feel You are not with me You are somewhere else Sometimes I feel You are not my father You are someone else Is it because You don not love me The way I love you? Is it because I ate the forbidden fruit Deviated from the path? Is it because I acted contrary to your will? Many a time I erred Many a time I did something Which my conscience never approved Many a time I repented Many a time I apologized But committed the same mistake again and again Many a time I cried Many a time I indulged in the same game Knowing well that I am committing a mistake My father! I have made a complete Mess of my independence Neither I deserve nor wish to be independent Don't make me independent again I do not know how to carry myself Get over my instincts and passions I don't need anything that takes me Miles away from my life and love My Lord! don't leave my hand I am in between the devil and deep sea You may not forgive me But don't go away from me If you go away How shall I live and why shall I live? Who else other than you can drag me out Of the spell of your maya. My father! I do not know What is my role in the cosmic drama of Yours Let your gift, my life on earth Be nothing but a garland of your wishes I know not For what I am here Let nothing but thy wish be reflected In my action and inaction, Thoughts, words and deeds I need nothing Have no desire to be a Udhab A Sanat Kumar or Sudama Just make me specks of dust at your feet Bless me to surrender The way Draupadi surrendered at your feet Love you the way Gopis loved you Throw me wherever you wish Heaven or hell does not matter It is thy wish I respect by all means I am not bothered where I am But never let my mind waver even for a minute Let it be always at your lotus feet Smrurti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan mohanty #Moon A LOOK AT LIFE-91 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I REPENT My father! Sometimes I feel You are not with me

A LOOK AT LIFE-91 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I REPENT My father! Sometimes I feel You are not with me You are somewhere else Sometimes I feel You are not my father You are someone else Is it because You don not love me The way I love you? Is it because I ate the forbidden fruit Deviated from the path? Is it because I acted contrary to your will? Many a time I erred Many a time I did something Which my conscience never approved Many a time I repented Many a time I apologized But committed the same mistake again and again Many a time I cried Many a time I indulged in the same game Knowing well that I am committing a mistake My father! I have made a complete Mess of my independence Neither I deserve nor wish to be independent Don't make me independent again I do not know how to carry myself Get over my instincts and passions I don't need anything that takes me Miles away from my life and love My Lord! don't leave my hand I am in between the devil and deep sea You may not forgive me But don't go away from me If you go away How shall I live and why shall I live? Who else other than you can drag me out Of the spell of your maya. My father! I do not know What is my role in the cosmic drama of Yours Let your gift, my life on earth Be nothing but a garland of your wishes I know not For what I am here Let nothing but thy wish be reflected In my action and inaction, Thoughts, words and deeds I need nothing Have no desire to be a Udhab A Sanat Kumar or Sudama Just make me specks of dust at your feet Bless me to surrender The way Draupadi surrendered at your feet Love you the way Gopis loved you Throw me wherever you wish Heaven or hell does not matter It is thy wish I respect by all means I am not bothered where I am But never let my mind waver even for a minute Let it be always at your lotus feet Smrurti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan mohanty #Moon A LOOK AT LIFE-91 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I REPENT My father! Sometimes I feel You are not with me