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White 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 Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #milan_night SOMETHING I LOOK AT-343 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I am neither untrue to you, nor your love. Neither I am insensitive to my f

White 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 Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #milan_night SOMETHING I LOOK AT-343 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I am neither untrue to you, nor your love. Neither I am insensitive to my f

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White Composed during the corona pandemic SOMETHING I LOOK AT-160 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Don't say there is darkness around as you do not see light. There is no light coz you have closed your eyes out of fear, frustration and anxiety. Be brave Open your eyes Face the adversity with guts and will The storm will abate paving the way for sunrise. That is what life is, light and shade, ebb and tide. Light and darkness, sorrow and happiness, neither is permanent except your will to fight and survive, accommodate and live. Many a battle we have fought, lost a few, won a lot. But our instinct to win and survive remained intact. Remained intact our zeal to come out with flying colours against all odds in our journey towards deathlessness...immortality. We know how to fight. Only we are to discover the fighter in us who fought with empty hands against caprices of nature, diseases, squalor and adversities insurmountable for which we are what we are right now, at the pinnacle of glory. Let us find that man in us who has come all the way from the palaeolithic age to the 21st century. conquering everything he encountered on the way. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© 23.5.2021 All Copyrights Reserved. 🙏🙏 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_quotes Composed during the corona pandemic SOMETHING I LOOK AT-160 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Don't say there is darkness around as yo

White Composed during the corona pandemic SOMETHING I LOOK AT-160 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Don't say there is darkness around as you do not see light. There is no light coz you have closed your eyes out of fear, frustration and anxiety. Be brave Open your eyes Face the adversity with guts and will The storm will abate paving the way for sunrise. That is what life is, light and shade, ebb and tide. Light and darkness, sorrow and happiness, neither is permanent except your will to fight and survive, accommodate and live. Many a battle we have fought, lost a few, won a lot. But our instinct to win and survive remained intact. Remained intact our zeal to come out with flying colours against all odds in our journey towards deathlessness...immortality. We know how to fight. Only we are to discover the fighter in us who fought with empty hands against caprices of nature, diseases, squalor and adversities insurmountable for which we are what we are right now, at the pinnacle of glory. Let us find that man in us who has come all the way from the palaeolithic age to the 21st century. conquering everything he encountered on the way. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© 23.5.2021 All Copyrights Reserved. 🙏🙏 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_quotes Composed during the corona pandemic SOMETHING I LOOK AT-160 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Don't say there is darkness around as yo

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White cahh rakhte hain jo munafey ki wo sunein ishq rozgaar nahi hota hai hasratein kapdo ki tarah badalne wala shaksh sozgaar nahi hota hai ©TOHFA SHAIKH RAEES AHMED SIDDIQUI #sad_shayari love definition

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White MY MOTHER-1 ମୋ ବୋଉ In your funeral pyre Burning my whole world My love and tears, wishes and ambitions My past, present and future The dreams and dramas We shared over the years When you closed your eyes I lost my vision When you lost your ears I lost my hearing When you lost your brain I lost my reasoning The eyes that do not see you The ears which do not hear you The senses which do not feel you Of what use are these? Now I understand What it means being truly orphaned Losing both the earth and sky In between which I have been all along I am up against reality None in front none in the back None to my right none to the left Life is silently walking on fire If you can see See in your absence how Sad and pathetic life is How poor I have become In few hours I have become the most Unfortunate man on earth A begar in fact I am speechless The poor navigator In the boisterous sea Silently watching the boat Sinking in the deep-sea And I am going deep down In the dark abyss. Never thought of a life without you How to reconcile to the reality That you are no more No more with my smile and tears Happiness and sorrow You are in my heart But I am miles away from you Tell me! how can I bridge up the gap And come near? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Emotional MY MOTHER-1 ମୋ ବୋଉ In your funeral pyre Burning my whole world My love and tears, wishes and ambitions My past, present an

White MY MOTHER-1 ମୋ ବୋଉ In your funeral pyre Burning my whole world My love and tears, wishes and ambitions My past, present and future The dreams and dramas We shared over the years When you closed your eyes I lost my vision When you lost your ears I lost my hearing When you lost your brain I lost my reasoning The eyes that do not see you The ears which do not hear you The senses which do not feel you Of what use are these? Now I understand What it means being truly orphaned Losing both the earth and sky In between which I have been all along I am up against reality None in front none in the back None to my right none to the left Life is silently walking on fire If you can see See in your absence how Sad and pathetic life is How poor I have become In few hours I have become the most Unfortunate man on earth A begar in fact I am speechless The poor navigator In the boisterous sea Silently watching the boat Sinking in the deep-sea And I am going deep down In the dark abyss. Never thought of a life without you How to reconcile to the reality That you are no more No more with my smile and tears Happiness and sorrow You are in my heart But I am miles away from you Tell me! how can I bridge up the gap And come near? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Emotional MY MOTHER-1 ମୋ ବୋଉ In your funeral pyre Burning my whole world My love and tears, wishes and ambitions My past, present an

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White Finally, there is a closed window at the end of the room, peering in the bright light right at the spotless centre, giving it the clarity that the other parts of the room along with the darkened corners envied, only wishing for a storm to pass and break open the window let the light through and touch wherever it's ridden of, let the spring air follow through to take over the murkiness of this dwelling and cleanse it. ©indefinite_mirage closed window #GoodMorning Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

White Finally, there is a closed window at the end of the room, peering in the bright light right at the spotless centre, giving it the clarity that the other parts of the room along with the darkened corners envied, only wishing for a storm to pass and break open the window let the light through and touch wherever it's ridden of, let the spring air follow through to take over the murkiness of this dwelling and cleanse it. ©indefinite_mirage closed window #GoodMorning Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

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2) Stripped in a Jiffy , O o peace , halted life and passion to work. All the malls are closed , no more shopping. All schools are closed , now there is no tension for reading. Have to remain in isolation, no longer be in a group. Life is precious, so do not be arbitrary. ©Sai Angel Shaayari 2) Stripped in a Jiffy , O o peace , halted life and passion to work. All the malls are closed , no more shopping. All schools are closed ,

2) Stripped in a Jiffy , O o peace , halted life and passion to work. All the malls are closed , no more shopping. All schools are closed , now there is no tension for reading. Have to remain in isolation, no longer be in a group. Life is precious, so do not be arbitrary. ©Sai Angel Shaayari 2) Stripped in a Jiffy , O o peace , halted life and passion to work. All the malls are closed , no more shopping. All schools are closed ,

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Title: The Deceptive Heirloom In the illustrious halls of the royal palace, an aura of regal charm masked the sinister secrets that lurked within. Lady Isabella, the esteemed elder wife of the royal patriarch, harbored a dark ambition beneath her elegant facade. For years, she cunningly concealed her malevolent nature, weaving a web of deceit that ensnared all who dared to cross her path. To the outside world, she exuded warmth and grace, but behind closed doors, she wielded power with an iron fist. Her husband, King Edward, was blissfully unaware of her treachery, blinded by her feigned affection and loyalty. Little did he know that his days were numbered, for Lady Isabella had long plotted his demise to seize control of the throne. With calculated precision, she orchestrated the king's murder, masking it as a tragic accident to avoid suspicion. As the grieving widow, she assumed the role of the grieving matriarch, manipulating the court with her honeyed words and false promises. Meanwhile, her younger brother-in-law, Prince Alexander, remained vigilant, his suspicions aroused by the sudden death of his beloved sibling. Despite the facade of unity within the royal family, he sensed a discordant note, a shadowy presence lurking beneath the surface. Years passed, and Prince Alexander found solace in the arms of a captivating woman named Sophia, unaware of her true identity as a seasoned CBI investigator. Drawn together by fate, they embarked on a journey of love and discovery, unaware of the perilous secrets that awaited them. As Sophia delved deeper into the labyrinth of royal intrigue, she uncovered damning evidence of Lady Isabella's treachery, connecting her to the king's untimely demise. With each revelation, the facade of harmony crumbled, exposing the sinister truth hidden within the palace walls. In a heart-stopping climax, Sophia confronted Lady Isabella, her steely gaze piercing through the veil of deception to reveal the cold heart of a murderer. As the truth emerged, the palace trembled with the shock of betrayal, and Lady Isabella's reign of terror came to a dramatic end. In the aftermath of the revelation, Prince Alexander ascended to the throne, guided by the wisdom of his late brother and the unwavering support of his beloved Sophia. Together, they ushered in a new era of prosperity and justice, ensuring that the sins of the past would never again cast a shadow over the kingdom. ©Jeetal Shah #kitaab Title: The Deceptive Heirloom In the illustrious halls of the royal palace, an aura of regal charm masked the sinister secrets tha

Title: The Deceptive Heirloom In the illustrious halls of the royal palace, an aura of regal charm masked the sinister secrets that lurked within. Lady Isabella, the esteemed elder wife of the royal patriarch, harbored a dark ambition beneath her elegant facade. For years, she cunningly concealed her malevolent nature, weaving a web of deceit that ensnared all who dared to cross her path. To the outside world, she exuded warmth and grace, but behind closed doors, she wielded power with an iron fist. Her husband, King Edward, was blissfully unaware of her treachery, blinded by her feigned affection and loyalty. Little did he know that his days were numbered, for Lady Isabella had long plotted his demise to seize control of the throne. With calculated precision, she orchestrated the king's murder, masking it as a tragic accident to avoid suspicion. As the grieving widow, she assumed the role of the grieving matriarch, manipulating the court with her honeyed words and false promises. Meanwhile, her younger brother-in-law, Prince Alexander, remained vigilant, his suspicions aroused by the sudden death of his beloved sibling. Despite the facade of unity within the royal family, he sensed a discordant note, a shadowy presence lurking beneath the surface. Years passed, and Prince Alexander found solace in the arms of a captivating woman named Sophia, unaware of her true identity as a seasoned CBI investigator. Drawn together by fate, they embarked on a journey of love and discovery, unaware of the perilous secrets that awaited them. As Sophia delved deeper into the labyrinth of royal intrigue, she uncovered damning evidence of Lady Isabella's treachery, connecting her to the king's untimely demise. With each revelation, the facade of harmony crumbled, exposing the sinister truth hidden within the palace walls. In a heart-stopping climax, Sophia confronted Lady Isabella, her steely gaze piercing through the veil of deception to reveal the cold heart of a murderer. As the truth emerged, the palace trembled with the shock of betrayal, and Lady Isabella's reign of terror came to a dramatic end. In the aftermath of the revelation, Prince Alexander ascended to the throne, guided by the wisdom of his late brother and the unwavering support of his beloved Sophia. Together, they ushered in a new era of prosperity and justice, ensuring that the sins of the past would never again cast a shadow over the kingdom. ©Jeetal Shah #kitaab Title: The Deceptive Heirloom In the illustrious halls of the royal palace, an aura of regal charm masked the sinister secrets tha