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Vibha Saroj

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Ashtray has given him nerve to fight fear, anxiety, loss and depression. It was also the same thing that took away his breath. At the end it returned him everything he gave him "Ash". #ash #YQbaba #ashtray #challenge

Ashtray has given him nerve to fight fear, anxiety, loss and depression. It was also the same thing that took away his breath. At the end it returned him everything he gave him "Ash". #ash #YQbaba #ashtray #challenge

Shiraz Wamiq

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#random #latenight #sketch #smoke #cigarette #ashtray

#random #latenight #sketch #smoke #cigarette #ashtray

Vivek Kumar Singh

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राखदानी में राख की ढेरी के बीच दबे सिगरेटों के अवशेष इस बात के परिचायक हैं कि हम अपनी ही बनाई उलझनों में फँसे रहते हैं। Ashtray #vks #yqbaba #yqdidi #yqhindi #yqmuzaffarpur #yqgudiya

राखदानी में राख की ढेरी के बीच दबे सिगरेटों के अवशेष इस बात के परिचायक हैं कि हम अपनी ही बनाई उलझनों में फँसे रहते हैं। Ashtray #vks #yqbaba #yqdidi #yqhindi #yqmuzaffarpur #yqgudiya

Mo k sh K an

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कमरे के किसी कोने पर पड़ा मैं इंतज़ार करता हूँ एक और किसी महफिल का जहाँ मुझको सराहा जाए शिद्दत से मुझे चमका कर फिर से टेबल पर सजाया जाए कई सिगरेटें बुझी हैं मेरे सीने में कई ख्वाहिशों की राख़ मैंने फाँकी है मेरा अक्स पराया था 2. एश ट्रे #kavishala #hindinama #tassavuf #skand #nojotopune #mera_aks_paraya_tha #मेरा_अक्स_पराया_था #ashtray #एश_ट्रे

कमरे के किसी कोने पर पड़ा मैं इंतज़ार करता हूँ एक और किसी महफिल का जहाँ मुझको सराहा जाए शिद्दत से मुझे चमका कर फिर से टेबल पर सजाया जाए कई सिगरेटें बुझी हैं मेरे सीने में कई ख्वाहिशों की राख़ मैंने फाँकी है मेरा अक्स पराया था 2. एश ट्रे #kavishala #hindinama #tassavuf #skand #nojotopune #mera_aks_paraya_tha #मेरा_अक्स_पराया_था #ashtray #एश_ट्रे

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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About two-third of life in the ashtray, don't know what to do with the rest. With time flying by, in no time making my present a part of the past, me doing nothing except adding to my worthless life some meaningless moments, days and nights and silently watching one more life going in vain. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© A LOOK-166 About two-third of life in the ashtray, don't know what to do with the rest. With time flying by, in no time making my present

About two-third of life in the ashtray, don't know what to do with the rest. With time flying by, in no time making my present a part of the past, me doing nothing except adding to my worthless life some meaningless moments, days and nights and silently watching one more life going in vain. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© A LOOK-166 About two-third of life in the ashtray, don't know what to do with the rest. With time flying by, in no time making my present

Meera Ali

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There is much more loneliness in my poems than the drunken boy sitting in the bar. I speak of solitary And he named himself " Bukoswi" reciting how his mother told him to "be happy" So he chose to drink. I wrote about the burning flames and he smoked out his happiness collecting in the ashtray each time, he laughed. This time I took the pen to absorb the pain of the girl sitting next to her holding his hand but he rejected her touch every time and ran out of breathes as if trying to consume her beauty in his happiness and reminding himself of his mother's words, "be happy". For better reading. There is much more loneliness in my poems than the drunken boy sitting in the bar. I speak of solitary And he named hi

There is much more loneliness in my poems than the drunken boy sitting in the bar. I speak of solitary And he named himself " Bukoswi" reciting how his mother told him to "be happy" So he chose to drink. I wrote about the burning flames and he smoked out his happiness collecting in the ashtray each time, he laughed. This time I took the pen to absorb the pain of the girl sitting next to her holding his hand but he rejected her touch every time and ran out of breathes as if trying to consume her beauty in his happiness and reminding himself of his mother's words, "be happy". For better reading. There is much more loneliness in my poems than the drunken boy sitting in the bar. I speak of solitary And he named hi

Smruti Ranjan mohanty

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-5 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Life is spent in dreaming and dreaming, only a few being realised making life a pathetic reality. Life is not shattered dreams, lost love, unforgotten​ past and deep melancholy. We miss life We miss those moments, the tiny loves and small gestures We miss those things, seemingly insignificant, the smile on a child's lips. his trifling demands and naughty looks Life unfolds itself. Sun shines, the river flows, flower blossoms. Life manifests its beauty. We do not see it We have a pair of jaundiced eyes, which only mirrors our self, our agony and apathy Life is not shattered dreams, battered past, romantic nihilism, or a burnt cigarette in the ashtray Life is complete, each moment of which, to be lived and relished. copyright@smrutiranjan 24.5.2015 ©Smruti Ranjan mohanty SOMETHING I LOOK AT-5 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Life is spent in dreaming and dreaming, only a few being realised making life a pathetic r

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-5 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Life is spent in dreaming and dreaming, only a few being realised making life a pathetic reality. Life is not shattered dreams, lost love, unforgotten​ past and deep melancholy. We miss life We miss those moments, the tiny loves and small gestures We miss those things, seemingly insignificant, the smile on a child's lips. his trifling demands and naughty looks Life unfolds itself. Sun shines, the river flows, flower blossoms. Life manifests its beauty. We do not see it We have a pair of jaundiced eyes, which only mirrors our self, our agony and apathy Life is not shattered dreams, battered past, romantic nihilism, or a burnt cigarette in the ashtray Life is complete, each moment of which, to be lived and relished. copyright@smrutiranjan 24.5.2015 ©Smruti Ranjan mohanty SOMETHING I LOOK AT-5 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Life is spent in dreaming and dreaming, only a few being realised making life a pathetic r

Devanshi Dadwal

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Strawberries and cigarettes ||captioned|| A puff of life and it choked me on my tears. For it added a new dimension to my lovely nights. All I thought it was better with nicotine and

Strawberries and cigarettes ||captioned|| A puff of life and it choked me on my tears. For it added a new dimension to my lovely nights. All I thought it was better with nicotine and

Smruti Ranjan mohanty

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A LOOK AT LIFE- 162 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wasted past Uneventful present Future in the dark With trembling mind and body, my legs in the abyss once again. Once more I am on my ashes witnessing life in the ashtray The moment never came I deceived myself all along Time flew away With it flew away the urge For which I come again and again I accomplished nothing except for relationships, pelf, power and recognition, that faded like the fading colours of life. Time consumed everything I thought my own except for my regrets, one more opportunity went in begging Time consumed the best part of life My childhood and youth In return, it gave me nothing but an ounce of external glitter Which is so heavy on my shoulder, something I can not live with, something I can not carry to the other side Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© ©Smruti Ranjan mohanty #MereKhayaal A LOOK AT LIFE- 162 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wasted past Uneventful present Future in the dark With trembling mind and body,

A LOOK AT LIFE- 162 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wasted past Uneventful present Future in the dark With trembling mind and body, my legs in the abyss once again. Once more I am on my ashes witnessing life in the ashtray The moment never came I deceived myself all along Time flew away With it flew away the urge For which I come again and again I accomplished nothing except for relationships, pelf, power and recognition, that faded like the fading colours of life. Time consumed everything I thought my own except for my regrets, one more opportunity went in begging Time consumed the best part of life My childhood and youth In return, it gave me nothing but an ounce of external glitter Which is so heavy on my shoulder, something I can not live with, something I can not carry to the other side Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© ©Smruti Ranjan mohanty #MereKhayaal A LOOK AT LIFE- 162 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wasted past Uneventful present Future in the dark With trembling mind and body,

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A LOOK AT LIFE-73 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY TIME SPARES NONE Forget not! Time spares none Neither it has spared me Nor it will spare you You may have to go through The same process Now I am going through The same old age Helplessness and compulsion. Not that easy To keep oneself in another's situation And experience his predicament And pangs of sorrow One hardly feels In between youth and old age How time flies I could not feel it You may not It seems As if it was yesterday When I was in my teens In the full bloom of youth When you were in your mother's lap In one fine morning I woke up To find myself old and unwanted In the ashtray Burning my last wishes into ashes Like a leftover cigarette With nothing to look forward I am looking back To the glorious days of past Help me to bear my present To carry me to a dignified end Take care of yourself Take care of your attitude Before it is too late Before it becomes the cause of Someone's grief and agony. Before you make a hell of someone's life Never forget you have yours to live Who knows your undoing may Chase you all along and Return back with renewed vigour? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© #A LOOK AT LIFE-73 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY TIME SPARES NONE Forget not! Time spares none Neither it has spared me

A LOOK AT LIFE-73 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY TIME SPARES NONE Forget not! Time spares none Neither it has spared me Nor it will spare you You may have to go through The same process Now I am going through The same old age Helplessness and compulsion. Not that easy To keep oneself in another's situation And experience his predicament And pangs of sorrow One hardly feels In between youth and old age How time flies I could not feel it You may not It seems As if it was yesterday When I was in my teens In the full bloom of youth When you were in your mother's lap In one fine morning I woke up To find myself old and unwanted In the ashtray Burning my last wishes into ashes Like a leftover cigarette With nothing to look forward I am looking back To the glorious days of past Help me to bear my present To carry me to a dignified end Take care of yourself Take care of your attitude Before it is too late Before it becomes the cause of Someone's grief and agony. Before you make a hell of someone's life Never forget you have yours to live Who knows your undoing may Chase you all along and Return back with renewed vigour? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© #A LOOK AT LIFE-73 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY TIME SPARES NONE Forget not! Time spares none Neither it has spared me