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Put aside your ego Express your feelings Our time here is short Our tomorrows aren't promised The unsaid is a burden Too heavy to bear Say it all and feel light Live life without regrets. #yqbaba#put#challenge

Put aside your ego Express your feelings Our time here is short Our tomorrows aren't promised The unsaid is a burden Too heavy to bear Say it all and feel light Live life without regrets. #yqbaba#put#challenge

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Put him and me together We become one Put us apart And we become A million scattered pieces Searching to become Whole again #yqbaba#put#challenge

Put him and me together We become one Put us apart And we become A million scattered pieces Searching to become Whole again #yqbaba#put#challenge

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betiyon ke nakhre to bass maa bap uthate hai baki duniya to bas ungliyan uthate hai mere kahna hai un ungliyoa uthane wale se ki agar nakhre nahi utha sakte to ungli ithane ki juray mat karna #alone #put your finger down broo

betiyon ke nakhre to bass maa bap uthate hai baki duniya to bas ungliyan uthate hai mere kahna hai un ungliyoa uthane wale se ki agar nakhre nahi utha sakte to ungli ithane ki juray mat karna #alone #put your finger down broo

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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Here is the critical appreciation of my poem SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54 by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your words of appreciation Dear Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"Something I Look at-54"is an ample tribute to women and the yeoman services they render to humanity in multiple ways,a woman comes to the life of a child as a mother,she bears a child for ten months,delivers him/her with much pain,tends him/her with much consideration and care,takes him/her around to show the moon in the sky and teaches him/her to reach out to scale the difficult and torturous terrines in life.It is imperative that a woman of such magnanimous nature should not be banished and taken to the wire,instead she must be nurtured and taken care of under any trying situation.She is an embodiment of what the child is,the denial of her existence is a denial of life itself in all its various dimensions and strands.Till the last moment,the poem is kept in a state of suspense with respect to its theme,but at the end,the suspense is removed and the clear idea is ushered in slowly but resolutely,this poem is all about a comparison between a mother and poetry,the skill of poetry writing is equated with motherly affection and that skill must not be destroyed by anyone on account of many factors influencing life,instead this ability must be honed and brought up steadily in one's life,so that this authentic skill can furnish us with everything and anything in the course of time.Let us all embrace the poetic faculty which does have the motherly affectionate side to it all the way.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 10th September 2017. SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Never is the woman a burden who carried you all along never can she be a burden who put you on her shoulder to show you the skyline never she is a liability who lived her whole life for you and inculcated in you the drive to look at the moon Don't kill her when she is still alive If you torn her heart into pieces each piece will have your name inscribed if you bring tears in her eyes each drop will reflect you and tell different stories, each more vivid and poignant than the other It is she incarnate in you peep into her heart it is you who reign there don't break it you will only break yourself don't put fire in that beautiful garden you will only burn yourself look at her eyes which only see you listen to her heart that only beats for you, she is flowing in your every artery and vein, her whole being is you Look at her the poetry of love and dedication only needs a bit of it to carry her a little further don't think she is a burden, she is your first and last line of defence, always with you for ever make her life cup full you will get the ocean in return copyright@smrutiranjan 7.9.2017 Here is the critical appreciation of my poem SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54 by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your words of appreciation Dear Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"Something I Look at-54"is an ample tribute to women and the yeoman services they render to humanity in multiple ways,a woman comes to the life of a child as a mother,she bears a child for ten months,delivers hi

Here is the critical appreciation of my poem SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54 by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your words of appreciation Dear Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"Something I Look at-54"is an ample tribute to women and the yeoman services they render to humanity in multiple ways,a woman comes to the life of a child as a mother,she bears a child for ten months,delivers him/her with much pain,tends him/her with much consideration and care,takes him/her around to show the moon in the sky and teaches him/her to reach out to scale the difficult and torturous terrines in life.It is imperative that a woman of such magnanimous nature should not be banished and taken to the wire,instead she must be nurtured and taken care of under any trying situation.She is an embodiment of what the child is,the denial of her existence is a denial of life itself in all its various dimensions and strands.Till the last moment,the poem is kept in a state of suspense with respect to its theme,but at the end,the suspense is removed and the clear idea is ushered in slowly but resolutely,this poem is all about a comparison between a mother and poetry,the skill of poetry writing is equated with motherly affection and that skill must not be destroyed by anyone on account of many factors influencing life,instead this ability must be honed and brought up steadily in one's life,so that this authentic skill can furnish us with everything and anything in the course of time.Let us all embrace the poetic faculty which does have the motherly affectionate side to it all the way.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 10th September 2017. SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Never is the woman a burden who carried you all along never can she be a burden who put you on her shoulder to show you the skyline never she is a liability who lived her whole life for you and inculcated in you the drive to look at the moon Don't kill her when she is still alive If you torn her heart into pieces each piece will have your name inscribed if you bring tears in her eyes each drop will reflect you and tell different stories, each more vivid and poignant than the other It is she incarnate in you peep into her heart it is you who reign there don't break it you will only break yourself don't put fire in that beautiful garden you will only burn yourself look at her eyes which only see you listen to her heart that only beats for you, she is flowing in your every artery and vein, her whole being is you Look at her the poetry of love and dedication only needs a bit of it to carry her a little further don't think she is a burden, she is your first and last line of defence, always with you for ever make her life cup full you will get the ocean in return copyright@smrutiranjan 7.9.2017 Here is the critical appreciation of my poem SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54 by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your words of appreciation Dear Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"Something I Look at-54"is an ample tribute to women and the yeoman services they render to humanity in multiple ways,a woman comes to the life of a child as a mother,she bears a child for ten months,delivers hi

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Never is the woman a burden who carried you all along. Never can she be a burden who put you on her shoulder to show you the skyline. Never she is a liability who lived her whole life for you and inculcated in you the drive to look at the moon. Don't kill her when she is still alive If you tore her heart into pieces each piece will have your name inscribed. if you bring tears to her eyes each drop will reflect you and tell different stories, each more vivid and poignant than the other. It is she incarnate in you Peep into her heart it is you who reign there. Don't break it you will only break yourself don't put fire in that beautiful garden you will only burn yourself. Look at her eyes which only see you listen to her heart that only beats for you, she is flowing in your every artery and vein, her whole being is you. Look at her the poetry of love and dedication only needs a bit of it to carry her a little further. Don't think she is a burden, she is your first and last line of defence, always with you forever. Make her life cup full you will get the ocean in return. copyright@smrutiranjan 7.9.2017 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Never is the woman a burden who carried you all along. Never can she be a burden who put you on her shoulder to show you the skyline. Never she is a liability who lived her whole

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Never is the woman a burden who carried you all along. Never can she be a burden who put you on her shoulder to show you the skyline. Never she is a liability who lived her whole life for you and inculcated in you the drive to look at the moon. Don't kill her when she is still alive If you tore her heart into pieces each piece will have your name inscribed. if you bring tears to her eyes each drop will reflect you and tell different stories, each more vivid and poignant than the other. It is she incarnate in you Peep into her heart it is you who reign there. Don't break it you will only break yourself don't put fire in that beautiful garden you will only burn yourself. Look at her eyes which only see you listen to her heart that only beats for you, she is flowing in your every artery and vein, her whole being is you. Look at her the poetry of love and dedication only needs a bit of it to carry her a little further. Don't think she is a burden, she is your first and last line of defence, always with you forever. Make her life cup full you will get the ocean in return. copyright@smrutiranjan 7.9.2017 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Never is the woman a burden who carried you all along. Never can she be a burden who put you on her shoulder to show you the skyline. Never she is a liability who lived her whole

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Uske chehre pe ,sau sawaal dikhte the bachhon pe jo khud ko kiya tha kurbaan vo nishaan dikte the... Today I was travelling in metro and saw a lady sitting with her daughter.. daugter was confident and the lady was of short built and had a worn out face.. I could see the effort she must have put to make her daughter confident and ready to face the world.. a small observation but it's a realisation how parents put in efforts to make their children successful.. #parents #mom #dad #love #life #writing community

Uske chehre pe ,sau sawaal dikhte the bachhon pe jo khud ko kiya tha kurbaan vo nishaan dikte the... Today I was travelling in metro and saw a lady sitting with her daughter.. daugter was confident and the lady was of short built and had a worn out face.. I could see the effort she must have put to make her daughter confident and ready to face the world.. a small observation but it's a realisation how parents put in efforts to make their children successful.. #parents #mom #dad #love #life #writing community

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-93 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wars end in defeats Both the victor and vanquished suffer alike, incurring loses huge and unacceptable, causing irreparable damage to humanity and its collective conscience, and both having bleeding wounds deep inside that can't be shown to anyone else. In its womb grow the seeds of future wars In it manifests man's innate urge to subjugate In it a vivid display of ego and animosity, a naked parade of hatred and jealousy, a blatant esire to remain at the top in an unequal world of squalor and poverty. The world wars tell it all The victory of pride and greed, emotions and passions, ego and vanity over rationality and peace and all that makes the world such a beautiful place to live in. The darkest chapter of human history speaks volumes of man, his craving for identity, a place unmatched and the sheer madness to achieve it by all means. Hiroshima bears testimony to the victory of forces inimical to man and his development It tells how sad and pathetic life can be, how man and his madness can put an end to everything he has lovingly built and nourished. Hiroshima witnessed the harrowing tales of many, their wounded ego and shattered life, the poignant deaths of thousands who were yet to see the world and live a life and those who survived death and endured a life more pathetic and horrible than dying death hundred times. Hiroshima speaks emphatically The world can ill afford another tragedy We are to understand its language, keep the wound alive and bleeding to see and reassess it time and again. We are the same as we were then having the same instincts, pride, ego and jealousy flowing in our artery and vein. Hardly we understand the language of peace and love, but for the sake of our own survival we are to restrain our hunger for more power and territory, put an end to the arms race and make the world a better place to live, love and relinquish. ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty 4.8.2018 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-93 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wars end in defeats Both the victor and vanquished suffer alike, incurring loses huge and unacceptable, causing irreparable damage to humanity and its collective conscience, and both having bleeding wounds deep inside

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-93 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wars end in defeats Both the victor and vanquished suffer alike, incurring loses huge and unacceptable, causing irreparable damage to humanity and its collective conscience, and both having bleeding wounds deep inside that can't be shown to anyone else. In its womb grow the seeds of future wars In it manifests man's innate urge to subjugate In it a vivid display of ego and animosity, a naked parade of hatred and jealousy, a blatant esire to remain at the top in an unequal world of squalor and poverty. The world wars tell it all The victory of pride and greed, emotions and passions, ego and vanity over rationality and peace and all that makes the world such a beautiful place to live in. The darkest chapter of human history speaks volumes of man, his craving for identity, a place unmatched and the sheer madness to achieve it by all means. Hiroshima bears testimony to the victory of forces inimical to man and his development It tells how sad and pathetic life can be, how man and his madness can put an end to everything he has lovingly built and nourished. Hiroshima witnessed the harrowing tales of many, their wounded ego and shattered life, the poignant deaths of thousands who were yet to see the world and live a life and those who survived death and endured a life more pathetic and horrible than dying death hundred times. Hiroshima speaks emphatically The world can ill afford another tragedy We are to understand its language, keep the wound alive and bleeding to see and reassess it time and again. We are the same as we were then having the same instincts, pride, ego and jealousy flowing in our artery and vein. Hardly we understand the language of peace and love, but for the sake of our own survival we are to restrain our hunger for more power and territory, put an end to the arms race and make the world a better place to live, love and relinquish. ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty 4.8.2018 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-93 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wars end in defeats Both the victor and vanquished suffer alike, incurring loses huge and unacceptable, causing irreparable damage to humanity and its collective conscience, and both having bleeding wounds deep inside

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-93 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wars end in defeats Both the victor and vanquished suffer alike, incurring loses huge and unacceptable, causing irreparable damage to humanity and its collective conscience, and both having bleeding wounds deep inside that can't be shown to anyone else. In its womb grow the seeds of future wars In it manifests man's innate urge to subjugate In it a vivid display of ego and animosity, a naked parade of hatred and jealousy, a blatant esire to remain at the top in an unequal world of squalor and poverty. The world wars tell it all The victory of pride and greed, emotions and passions, ego and vanity over rationality and peace and all that makes the world such a beautiful place to live in. The darkest chapter of human history speaks volumes of man, his craving for identity, a place unmatched and the sheer madness to achieve it by all means. Hiroshima bears testimony to the victory of forces inimical to man and his development It tells how sad and pathetic life can be, how man and his madness can put an end to everything he has lovingly built and nourished. Hiroshima witnessed the harrowing tales of many, their wounded ego and shattered life, the poignant deaths of thousands who were yet to see the world and live a life and those who survived death and endured a life more pathetic and horrible than dying death hundred times. Hiroshima speaks emphatically The world can ill afford another tragedy We are to understand its language, keep the wound alive and bleeding to see and reassess it time and again. We are the same as we were then having the same instincts, pride, ego and jealousy flowing in our artery and vein. Hardly we understand the language of peace and love, but for the sake of our own survival we are to restrain our hunger for more power and territory, put an end to the arms race and make the world a better place to live, love and relinquish. ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty 4.8.2018 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-93 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wars end in defeats Both the victor and vanquished suffer alike, incurring loses huge and unacceptable, causing irreparable damage to humanity and its collective conscience, and both having bleeding wounds deep inside

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-93 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wars end in defeats Both the victor and vanquished suffer alike, incurring loses huge and unacceptable, causing irreparable damage to humanity and its collective conscience, and both having bleeding wounds deep inside that can't be shown to anyone else. In its womb grow the seeds of future wars In it manifests man's innate urge to subjugate In it a vivid display of ego and animosity, a naked parade of hatred and jealousy, a blatant esire to remain at the top in an unequal world of squalor and poverty. The world wars tell it all The victory of pride and greed, emotions and passions, ego and vanity over rationality and peace and all that makes the world such a beautiful place to live in. The darkest chapter of human history speaks volumes of man, his craving for identity, a place unmatched and the sheer madness to achieve it by all means. Hiroshima bears testimony to the victory of forces inimical to man and his development It tells how sad and pathetic life can be, how man and his madness can put an end to everything he has lovingly built and nourished. Hiroshima witnessed the harrowing tales of many, their wounded ego and shattered life, the poignant deaths of thousands who were yet to see the world and live a life and those who survived death and endured a life more pathetic and horrible than dying death hundred times. Hiroshima speaks emphatically The world can ill afford another tragedy We are to understand its language, keep the wound alive and bleeding to see and reassess it time and again. We are the same as we were then having the same instincts, pride, ego and jealousy flowing in our artery and vein. Hardly we understand the language of peace and love, but for the sake of our own survival we are to restrain our hunger for more power and territory, put an end to the arms race and make the world a better place to live, love and relinquish. ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty 4.8.2018 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-93 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Wars end in defeats Both the victor and vanquished suffer alike, incurring loses huge and unacceptable, causing irreparable damage to humanity and its collective conscience, and both having bleeding wounds deep inside