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Storm We came together Like a hurricane The forces were very strong But we parted Like an earthquake My world crumbled, I didn't belong ©Schizology Storm #Storm #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #broken_heart poetry in english

Storm We came together Like a hurricane The forces were very strong But we parted Like an earthquake My world crumbled, I didn't belong ©Schizology Storm #Storm #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #broken_heart poetry in english

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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White HAPPY RAKHYA BANDHAN A LOOK AT LIFE-130 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The loss of mother is irreparable But don't mourn If you are blessed with a sister Look at her She is your mother in another form Be with her, with her share your Feelings and emotions, Bad days and good days Happiness and sorrow She will be with you in every storm Standing like a rock unperturbed The best thing That can happen to a man After father and mother Is the love and company of one's sisters. Your sister is a replica of your mother If you want to regain the paradise Everything you have lost, That love and lovely touch Just look at her the same way You look at your mother. Rakhi is not merely a thread It is love, concern and commitment personified It ties one with the other To share the ebb and tide of life together Listen to the voice of love You can hardly go wrong Love your sister with all your heart Be sure you will never look back My sisters are many To all my sisters I wish a life full and contented Let their miseries be mine My joy and happiness be theirs Let there be roses and roses on their way Leaving the thorns in my share Agony and distress if any For me take care. Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty HAPPY RAKHYA BANDHAN A LOOK AT LIFE-130 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The loss of mother is irreparable But don't mourn If you are blessed w

White HAPPY RAKHYA BANDHAN A LOOK AT LIFE-130 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The loss of mother is irreparable But don't mourn If you are blessed with a sister Look at her She is your mother in another form Be with her, with her share your Feelings and emotions, Bad days and good days Happiness and sorrow She will be with you in every storm Standing like a rock unperturbed The best thing That can happen to a man After father and mother Is the love and company of one's sisters. Your sister is a replica of your mother If you want to regain the paradise Everything you have lost, That love and lovely touch Just look at her the same way You look at your mother. Rakhi is not merely a thread It is love, concern and commitment personified It ties one with the other To share the ebb and tide of life together Listen to the voice of love You can hardly go wrong Love your sister with all your heart Be sure you will never look back My sisters are many To all my sisters I wish a life full and contented Let their miseries be mine My joy and happiness be theirs Let there be roses and roses on their way Leaving the thorns in my share Agony and distress if any For me take care. Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty HAPPY RAKHYA BANDHAN A LOOK AT LIFE-130 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The loss of mother is irreparable But don't mourn If you are blessed w

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A ball bounces through life's busy street, Carefree and wild, its journey sweet. It rolls and spins, without a care, A symbol of joy, beyond compare. It's chased by children, laughing with glee, A simple pleasure, for you and me. It bounces high, it bounces low, A constant reminder, to let go. Through hills and valleys, it makes its way, A rolling reminder, of life's play. It's caught and thrown, in a never-ending spin, A dance with fate, as it twirls within. So let the ball, be a lesson to us all, To roll with life, and never take a fall. For in its bounces, we find our own, A reflection of life, forever sown ©twisha ray Fun times #MagicBall #trnojo55 #Balls

A ball bounces through life's busy street, Carefree and wild, its journey sweet. It rolls and spins, without a care, A symbol of joy, beyond compare. It's chased by children, laughing with glee, A simple pleasure, for you and me. It bounces high, it bounces low, A constant reminder, to let go. Through hills and valleys, it makes its way, A rolling reminder, of life's play. It's caught and thrown, in a never-ending spin, A dance with fate, as it twirls within. So let the ball, be a lesson to us all, To roll with life, and never take a fall. For in its bounces, we find our own, A reflection of life, forever sown ©twisha ray Fun times #MagicBall #trnojo55 #Balls

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The story begins with a stormy night in which a girl is sitting on a chair and writing a story. She suddenly hears the sound of thunder and she gets up from the chair and looks out of the window and sees that the clouds were thundering and it was raining heavily. And she saw a bird on the window outside her house which was getting wet in the rain. Nikki picked up the bird from her window and brought it inside the room. Then she saw that the bird's wing was hurt, that is why it could not fly when it rained. Similarly, when we are hurt from within, then we also cannot fight the storm because when our heart is hurt from inside, then our wings get hurt and the wings show our dreams, our desires. If we stop fighting, then our wings will get hurt and we can never fly with our wings. ©#Nikita kour The story begins with a stormy night in which a girl is sitting on a chair and writing a story. She suddenly hears the sound of thunder and

The story begins with a stormy night in which a girl is sitting on a chair and writing a story. She suddenly hears the sound of thunder and she gets up from the chair and looks out of the window and sees that the clouds were thundering and it was raining heavily. And she saw a bird on the window outside her house which was getting wet in the rain. Nikki picked up the bird from her window and brought it inside the room. Then she saw that the bird's wing was hurt, that is why it could not fly when it rained. Similarly, when we are hurt from within, then we also cannot fight the storm because when our heart is hurt from inside, then our wings get hurt and the wings show our dreams, our desires. If we stop fighting, then our wings will get hurt and we can never fly with our wings. ©#Nikita kour The story begins with a stormy night in which a girl is sitting on a chair and writing a story. She suddenly hears the sound of thunder and

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White SOMETHING LOOK AT-70 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Peace, I doubt if anyone in need of it. if you seek it, either you are at the receiving end or an enlightened one. Unless you have it within, how can you expect it to be in the world around you, how can you pour it on others without getting a few drops on yourself? Whatever you see and whatever you don't, are but your extension, your negativity, and ingrained habits firmly entrenched in others. When you are struggling with your instincts, how do you expect the world to be free from it? Look within and find the treasure, it is very much in you, nurture it with love and passion Let the fragrance of peace spread in every nook and corner. You will never have to think about world peace, on its own, it will descend, as a boon and bliss copyright@smrutiranjan12.3. 2018 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #cg_forest SOMETHING LOOK AT-70 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Peace, I doubt if anyone in need of it. if you seek it, either you are at the rece

White SOMETHING LOOK AT-70 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Peace, I doubt if anyone in need of it. if you seek it, either you are at the receiving end or an enlightened one. Unless you have it within, how can you expect it to be in the world around you, how can you pour it on others without getting a few drops on yourself? Whatever you see and whatever you don't, are but your extension, your negativity, and ingrained habits firmly entrenched in others. When you are struggling with your instincts, how do you expect the world to be free from it? Look within and find the treasure, it is very much in you, nurture it with love and passion Let the fragrance of peace spread in every nook and corner. You will never have to think about world peace, on its own, it will descend, as a boon and bliss copyright@smrutiranjan12.3. 2018 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #cg_forest SOMETHING LOOK AT-70 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Peace, I doubt if anyone in need of it. if you seek it, either you are at the rece