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White Is bechaini ke Safar ko ab yhi khtm krte hai Hum ajnabi the , chalo fir se ajnabi bante hai Yaado ke is silsile ko ab thaamte hai yha pr Aap apni , aur hum apni raah chalte hai ... Agar yaad aau mai toh dairy nikaalna aur Kehna ek nazm us paagal ke naam likhte hai Maine suna hai acche shayr jo hote hai vo Jazbaato ko panno me bakhubi utaar dete hai ...... ©Writer Safar ..... 🥀🍁🥀 #06:50pm #12sept2024

White Is bechaini ke Safar ko ab yhi khtm krte hai Hum ajnabi the , chalo fir se ajnabi bante hai Yaado ke is silsile ko ab thaamte hai yha pr Aap apni , aur hum apni raah chalte hai ... Agar yaad aau mai toh dairy nikaalna aur Kehna ek nazm us paagal ke naam likhte hai Maine suna hai acche shayr jo hote hai vo Jazbaato ko panno me bakhubi utaar dete hai ...... ©Writer Safar ..... 🥀🍁🥀 #06:50pm #12sept2024

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White ନା ମୁଁ ତମେ ଓ ତମ ପ୍ରେମ ପ୍ରତି ଅବିଶ୍ବସ୍ତ ନା ମୁଁ ତମ ପ୍ରେମ ଓ ମୋ ଅନୁଭଵ ପାଇଁ ସମ୍ବେଦନଶୀଳଡ଼ଢ଼ କେଵଳ ସମୟ ଓ ପରିସ୍ଥିତି ଏଠି ପ୍ରତିବନ୍ଧକ ସିନା, ଆମକୁ ଏକାଠି କରେନା ଯାହା।। ଅସୀମ ନୀଳାକାଶକୁ ଭଲ ପାଉଥିବା ଗୋଟେ ପଞ୍ଜୁରିଵଦ୍ଧ ପକ୍ଷୀର ଅବସ୍ଥା ସେ ମୁକ୍ତି ଜାଣେନା, କେବଳ ତାର ପ୍ରତୀକ୍ଷା, କେଵେ ଆକାଶୀ ଅସୀମତା ସହ ହେବ ଏକାକାର। SOMETHING I LOOK AT-343 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I am neither untrue to you, nor your love. Neither I am insensitive to my feelings, nor yours. What stands in between is time and circumstance that never make us unite What happens to a caged bird when he falls in love with the blue sky? He does not know how to come out, the gate is closed, only waits for a handful of the sky to come inside and make him realise how beautiful and vast the sky is How can a fairy in the azure sky feel the craving of a bird languishing in the golden cage for his life and love? How can she fathom the intensity of his pain, the depth of his longing, his fear and tears? My love! for a change put yourself in place of that poor bird who fancies the open sky but does not have the strength and means to come out of the cage. Neither the time nor the tide in his side. He silently sheds tears hoping the fairy to understand the sorrow and predicament of the bird inside Never misunderstand the bird You are the beats of his heart, the pupil of his eyes He is for you, with you at a different level on a different plane which very few can understand and fewer can realise and appreciate Tell me! what can an old caged bird do for the fairy with silver wings except wish her all the shades of life in her golden voyage? Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Sad_shayri ନା ମୁଁ ତମେ ଓ ତମ ପ୍ରେମ ପ୍ରତି ଅବିଶ୍ବସ୍ତ ନା ମୁଁ ତମ ପ୍ରେମ ଓ ମୋ ଅନୁଭଵ ପାଇଁ ସମ୍ବେଦନଶୀଳଡ଼ଢ଼ କେଵଳ ସମୟ ଓ ପରିସ୍ଥିତି ଏଠି ପ୍ରତିବନ୍ଧକ ସିନା,

White ନା ମୁଁ ତମେ ଓ ତମ ପ୍ରେମ ପ୍ରତି ଅବିଶ୍ବସ୍ତ ନା ମୁଁ ତମ ପ୍ରେମ ଓ ମୋ ଅନୁଭଵ ପାଇଁ ସମ୍ବେଦନଶୀଳଡ଼ଢ଼ କେଵଳ ସମୟ ଓ ପରିସ୍ଥିତି ଏଠି ପ୍ରତିବନ୍ଧକ ସିନା, ଆମକୁ ଏକାଠି କରେନା ଯାହା।। ଅସୀମ ନୀଳାକାଶକୁ ଭଲ ପାଉଥିବା ଗୋଟେ ପଞ୍ଜୁରିଵଦ୍ଧ ପକ୍ଷୀର ଅବସ୍ଥା ସେ ମୁକ୍ତି ଜାଣେନା, କେବଳ ତାର ପ୍ରତୀକ୍ଷା, କେଵେ ଆକାଶୀ ଅସୀମତା ସହ ହେବ ଏକାକାର। SOMETHING I LOOK AT-343 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I am neither untrue to you, nor your love. Neither I am insensitive to my feelings, nor yours. What stands in between is time and circumstance that never make us unite What happens to a caged bird when he falls in love with the blue sky? He does not know how to come out, the gate is closed, only waits for a handful of the sky to come inside and make him realise how beautiful and vast the sky is How can a fairy in the azure sky feel the craving of a bird languishing in the golden cage for his life and love? How can she fathom the intensity of his pain, the depth of his longing, his fear and tears? My love! for a change put yourself in place of that poor bird who fancies the open sky but does not have the strength and means to come out of the cage. Neither the time nor the tide in his side. He silently sheds tears hoping the fairy to understand the sorrow and predicament of the bird inside Never misunderstand the bird You are the beats of his heart, the pupil of his eyes He is for you, with you at a different level on a different plane which very few can understand and fewer can realise and appreciate Tell me! what can an old caged bird do for the fairy with silver wings except wish her all the shades of life in her golden voyage? Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Sad_shayri ନା ମୁଁ ତମେ ଓ ତମ ପ୍ରେମ ପ୍ରତି ଅବିଶ୍ବସ୍ତ ନା ମୁଁ ତମ ପ୍ରେମ ଓ ମୋ ଅନୁଭଵ ପାଇଁ ସମ୍ବେଦନଶୀଳଡ଼ଢ଼ କେଵଳ ସମୟ ଓ ପରିସ୍ଥିତି ଏଠି ପ୍ରତିବନ୍ଧକ ସିନା,

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-345 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Love dies when matures into a relationship Love dies when you expect too much out of it A mature head, a calculative mind can hardly feel love, fathom its depth and intensity. When reason gets over the heart, love loses its freshness and fragrance Like you love is most fascinating in its childhood and early teens Let it remain so, a child forever without disturbing its flow and rhythm When desires creep in love silently withers away the child in you dies making way for the man in you to go ahead Let love shine with its childish smile Let love dance on the corridor of life without being involved in a demanding give-and-take relationship Love is a child's smile, not an adult's frenzy, not a man's attitude or a woman's mood Love is a beautiful feeling worth having than thousands of relationships. Relationship is bound by space and time. But love is a bonding, a bonding forever. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty India 6.7.2024 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2024/07/i-look-at-345-by-smruti-ranjan-mohanty.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2024/07/06/something-i-look-at-345/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-345 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Love dies when matures into a relationship Love dies when you expect too m

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-345 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Love dies when matures into a relationship Love dies when you expect too much out of it A mature head, a calculative mind can hardly feel love, fathom its depth and intensity. When reason gets over the heart, love loses its freshness and fragrance Like you love is most fascinating in its childhood and early teens Let it remain so, a child forever without disturbing its flow and rhythm When desires creep in love silently withers away the child in you dies making way for the man in you to go ahead Let love shine with its childish smile Let love dance on the corridor of life without being involved in a demanding give-and-take relationship Love is a child's smile, not an adult's frenzy, not a man's attitude or a woman's mood Love is a beautiful feeling worth having than thousands of relationships. Relationship is bound by space and time. But love is a bonding, a bonding forever. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty India 6.7.2024 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2024/07/i-look-at-345-by-smruti-ranjan-mohanty.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2024/07/06/something-i-look-at-345/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-345 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Love dies when matures into a relationship Love dies when you expect too m

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