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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-326 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY It happens. Does not matter if you are in the twenties or seventies, it just happens irrespective of your wish and choice It knows not who is on the other side, maybe the moon or a star in the distant sky. It never takes into account the gap between you and the object of your love It happens and you get drowned before you know where you are. It spares none It comes alike to the old and young, makes one blind to reality, takes him away to an unknown island surrounded by water from all sides. The more it casts its spell the more you get drowned and lose yourself in the infinite bliss that surrounds you. You prefer to be in the prison, a beautiful prison out of which you never wish to come out It may be a beautiful man or woman, an idea, a flower, a passion the spellbinding beauty of nature, a promise to keep or a commitment to live for, maybe the pet at your home. Love happens irrespective of your wish and desire, where and how you are and where and how your love is Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_qoute SOMETHING I LOOK AT-326 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY It happens. Does not matter if you are in the twenties or seventies, it just

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-326 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY It happens. Does not matter if you are in the twenties or seventies, it just happens irrespective of your wish and choice It knows not who is on the other side, maybe the moon or a star in the distant sky. It never takes into account the gap between you and the object of your love It happens and you get drowned before you know where you are. It spares none It comes alike to the old and young, makes one blind to reality, takes him away to an unknown island surrounded by water from all sides. The more it casts its spell the more you get drowned and lose yourself in the infinite bliss that surrounds you. You prefer to be in the prison, a beautiful prison out of which you never wish to come out It may be a beautiful man or woman, an idea, a flower, a passion the spellbinding beauty of nature, a promise to keep or a commitment to live for, maybe the pet at your home. Love happens irrespective of your wish and desire, where and how you are and where and how your love is Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_qoute SOMETHING I LOOK AT-326 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY It happens. Does not matter if you are in the twenties or seventies, it just

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-385 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You called me first but I came late, A hesitant reaction, cold as fate. The summer sun and winter rain, Made the flower wilt in pain. But on a spring morning, bright and clear, Golden petals of love drew near. Under the sky, so vast and blue, I fell for the flower—pure and true. My love for it knew no worldly claim, No fleeting passion, no selfish aim. I longed to see it dance with ease, In the cool breeze of eternal peace. But the flower turned its gaze away, Chasing my shadow at the break of day. Why seek the lifeless, void of grace, When vibrant beauty stood in place? And then it vanished from my view, Leaving me caught, unsure what’s true. In Trishanku's heaven, I linger and yearn, Hoping the flower, one day, will return. I hope one day you’ll open the gate, And let my vision seal its fate. I trust in my love, pure and true, To see you once more before life bids adieu. Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodNight SOMETHING I LOOK AT-385 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You called me first but I came late, A hesitant reaction, cold as fate. The su

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-323 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY For the first time I am in love. Know not what to do, neither the wind is in my favour nor the sun The fading light of the dying sun mocks at me, silently whispers in my ear 'Man, you are as old as me, for you, it is all over don't you listen the dark night knocking on your door' I ask myself does love have an age, does it grow old with time or it is ageless? Does love have anything to do with a tottering body and dwindling mind? What about someone for whom love is a feeling beyond body and mind, whose love is only for the other one, for the genuine well-being of his sweetheart Is love more fulfilling in the physical and mental dimensions or in the realm of consciousness where one completely becomes another's unconsciously merging his identity by completely identifying with his loved one, living her moments, cheers and tears as his own Love as a feeling transcends the barrier of time The lover and beloved may remain no more but their love will be, forever inspiring generation after generation Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-323 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY For the first time I am in love. Know not what to do, neither the wind is i

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-323 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY For the first time I am in love. Know not what to do, neither the wind is in my favour nor the sun The fading light of the dying sun mocks at me, silently whispers in my ear 'Man, you are as old as me, for you, it is all over don't you listen the dark night knocking on your door' I ask myself does love have an age, does it grow old with time or it is ageless? Does love have anything to do with a tottering body and dwindling mind? What about someone for whom love is a feeling beyond body and mind, whose love is only for the other one, for the genuine well-being of his sweetheart Is love more fulfilling in the physical and mental dimensions or in the realm of consciousness where one completely becomes another's unconsciously merging his identity by completely identifying with his loved one, living her moments, cheers and tears as his own Love as a feeling transcends the barrier of time The lover and beloved may remain no more but their love will be, forever inspiring generation after generation Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-323 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY For the first time I am in love. Know not what to do, neither the wind is i

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-385 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You called me first but I came late, A hesitant reaction, cold as fate. The summer sun and winter rain, Made the flower wilt in pain. But on a spring morning, bright and clear, Golden petals of love drew near. Under the sky, so vast and blue, I fell for the flower—pure and true. My love for it knew no worldly claim, No fleeting passion, no selfish aim. I longed to see it dance with ease, In the cool breeze of eternal peace. But the flower turned its gaze away, Chasing my shadow at the break of day. Why seek the lifeless, void of grace, When vibrant beauty stood in place? And then it vanished from my view, Leaving me caught, unsure what’s true. In Trishanku's heaven, I linger and yearn, Hoping the flower, one day, will return. I hope one day you’ll open the gate, And let my vision seal its fate. I trust in my love, pure and true, To see you once more before life bids adieu. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 27.1.2025 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2025/01/i-look-at-385-by-smruti-ranjan-mohanty.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2025/01/27/something-i-look-at-385/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty SOMETHING I LOOK AT-385 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You called me first but I came late, A hesitant reaction, cold as fate. The summer sun a

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-385 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You called me first but I came late, A hesitant reaction, cold as fate. The summer sun and winter rain, Made the flower wilt in pain. But on a spring morning, bright and clear, Golden petals of love drew near. Under the sky, so vast and blue, I fell for the flower—pure and true. My love for it knew no worldly claim, No fleeting passion, no selfish aim. I longed to see it dance with ease, In the cool breeze of eternal peace. But the flower turned its gaze away, Chasing my shadow at the break of day. Why seek the lifeless, void of grace, When vibrant beauty stood in place? And then it vanished from my view, Leaving me caught, unsure what’s true. In Trishanku's heaven, I linger and yearn, Hoping the flower, one day, will return. I hope one day you’ll open the gate, And let my vision seal its fate. I trust in my love, pure and true, To see you once more before life bids adieu. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 27.1.2025 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2025/01/i-look-at-385-by-smruti-ranjan-mohanty.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2025/01/27/something-i-look-at-385/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty SOMETHING I LOOK AT-385 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You called me first but I came late, A hesitant reaction, cold as fate. The summer sun a

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