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White पहले भी हम ही जीते हैं बाद में भी हम ही जीते हैं फ़र्क क्या है Before we also lived,  After we also live               What's the difference? ©neelu #good_night #Before we #also #lived,  #After #we also live               #What's the #difference?

White पहले भी हम ही जीते हैं बाद में भी हम ही जीते हैं फ़र्क क्या है Before we also lived,  After we also live               What's the difference? ©neelu #good_night #Before we #also #lived,  #After #we also live               #What's the #difference?

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“Life is like a tube of toothpaste. When you’ve used all the toothpaste down to the last squeeze, that’s when you’ve really lived. Live with all your might, and struggle as long as you have life.” -✍️Mion Sonozaki🙏 ©KhaultiSyahi ☯Life is like𓃵 #Life #Truth_of_Life #Toothpaste #squeezing #lived #khaultisyahi #Nojoto #Quote

“Life is like a tube of toothpaste. When you’ve used all the toothpaste down to the last squeeze, that’s when you’ve really lived. Live with all your might, and struggle as long as you have life.” -✍️Mion Sonozaki🙏 ©KhaultiSyahi ☯Life is like𓃵 #Life #Truth_of_Life #Toothpaste #squeezing #lived #khaultisyahi #Nojoto #Quote

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-102 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY DYING A DEATH Oh my near and dear! don't stretch my life beyond nature's favour. When death is a certainty, why are you so reluctant to accept the reality? When hours and days are numbered of what use adding a few more? My body never listens to what i say, my mind is not with me, somewhere else. I am not the same I was, the battle is over, yet to fight the war. How long you will stretch my life and what for? Is a body having very little in it going to serve you and your purpose anymore? Don't drag me to the icy, I don't want to languish in pain waiting for a death so difficult to come by. I lived life to the full, let me live my last days as I wish with all that I loved and lived with. In open air and bright sunlight let me take my last breath in the midst of kith and kin, take the last few steps slowly and silently and feel the moment that stands between life and death. Don't put me on a ventilator, I never want to lie motionless enduring all the pain that comes my way, silently suffering with none of my friends hands and legs, eyes and ears to stand by. Imagine life on life supports, how horrible it is with organs after organs failing leaving me to witness my trusted friends dying one by one making me the sole survivor to endure the pain and agony with a few drops of tears oozing out of my eyes. My dear! death is a peaceful transition from one state of consciousness to another, our ignorance, desire and attempt to stretch it make it unnatural, unbearable, sad and pathetic. If you love me, let me die as such with the cool breeze and bright sunshine drenching the whole of me. Let me bid farewell to my beautiful world where I was loved and betrayed, smiled and cried, lived the whole of my life in hope and despair. ©smrutiranjan 14.9.2018 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-102 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY DYING A DEATH Oh my near and dear! don't stretch my life beyond nature's favour.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-102 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY DYING A DEATH Oh my near and dear! don't stretch my life beyond nature's favour. When death is a certainty, why are you so reluctant to accept the reality? When hours and days are numbered of what use adding a few more? My body never listens to what i say, my mind is not with me, somewhere else. I am not the same I was, the battle is over, yet to fight the war. How long you will stretch my life and what for? Is a body having very little in it going to serve you and your purpose anymore? Don't drag me to the icy, I don't want to languish in pain waiting for a death so difficult to come by. I lived life to the full, let me live my last days as I wish with all that I loved and lived with. In open air and bright sunlight let me take my last breath in the midst of kith and kin, take the last few steps slowly and silently and feel the moment that stands between life and death. Don't put me on a ventilator, I never want to lie motionless enduring all the pain that comes my way, silently suffering with none of my friends hands and legs, eyes and ears to stand by. Imagine life on life supports, how horrible it is with organs after organs failing leaving me to witness my trusted friends dying one by one making me the sole survivor to endure the pain and agony with a few drops of tears oozing out of my eyes. My dear! death is a peaceful transition from one state of consciousness to another, our ignorance, desire and attempt to stretch it make it unnatural, unbearable, sad and pathetic. If you love me, let me die as such with the cool breeze and bright sunshine drenching the whole of me. Let me bid farewell to my beautiful world where I was loved and betrayed, smiled and cried, lived the whole of my life in hope and despair. ©smrutiranjan 14.9.2018 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-102 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY DYING A DEATH Oh my near and dear! don't stretch my life beyond nature's favour.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-100 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Short of words to explain the man he was, my teacher and father late Raj kishore Mohanty Happy and contented he was. No looking back, no regrets for what he had not done, what he had not accomplished, no wishes except a desire for a calm and peaceful end to his serene and beautiful life. No complaint against life. Nothing against anyone A life surrendered at the feet of his guru, a life lived for his students, for their wellbeing and betterment. He loved his students, loved going miles on his bicycle to see his students smile, to solve their problems, to be with them when they are in need. Never ran after any other identity. A teacher he was, a born teacher that was the only identity he had. For him there was hardly any difference between his own kids and the students he took care. A son had to elevate himself to the level of a student to know what his father actually was. For him veda is mathematics and mathematics is veda life is death in motion and death is life in motion and one can live and enjoy both if one has the will to do so. Till the very end lived life to the full, spreading the messages of his guru, working for the triumph of humanity, inspiring others to live and let live . Enjoyed his death while in sleep, passed to the other side of consciousness with head high and a smile on lips, proving his own saying, one can enjoy death the way one enjoys life if the surrender is complete. ©smrutiranjan 5.9.2018 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-100 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Short of words to explain the man he was, my teacher and father late Raj kishore Mohanty Happy and contented he was. No looking back, no regrets

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-100 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Short of words to explain the man he was, my teacher and father late Raj kishore Mohanty Happy and contented he was. No looking back, no regrets for what he had not done, what he had not accomplished, no wishes except a desire for a calm and peaceful end to his serene and beautiful life. No complaint against life. Nothing against anyone A life surrendered at the feet of his guru, a life lived for his students, for their wellbeing and betterment. He loved his students, loved going miles on his bicycle to see his students smile, to solve their problems, to be with them when they are in need. Never ran after any other identity. A teacher he was, a born teacher that was the only identity he had. For him there was hardly any difference between his own kids and the students he took care. A son had to elevate himself to the level of a student to know what his father actually was. For him veda is mathematics and mathematics is veda life is death in motion and death is life in motion and one can live and enjoy both if one has the will to do so. Till the very end lived life to the full, spreading the messages of his guru, working for the triumph of humanity, inspiring others to live and let live . Enjoyed his death while in sleep, passed to the other side of consciousness with head high and a smile on lips, proving his own saying, one can enjoy death the way one enjoys life if the surrender is complete. ©smrutiranjan 5.9.2018 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-100 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Short of words to explain the man he was, my teacher and father late Raj kishore Mohanty Happy and contented he was. No looking back, no regrets

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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#OpenPoetry SOMETHING I LOOK AT-122 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A LETTER TO THE ALMIGHTY When the body betrays, mind feels alienated, hands and legs do not listen to what I say, eyes see a little, ears hardly hear, when my blood consider me as a burden, I remain no one's concern my own, not prepared to take care, hesitate to carry the person who carried them all along, when there is none with me except an unknown person, when attending me becomes a compulsion, where remain very little feeling and emotion, when my pain and agony is at the pick, the attitude of others strongly prick distress and sorrow too much to endure. life becomes a burden, too much to bear Come my Lord! touch me, be with me, hold me, hold my hand, bring me safely ashore. My Father, I lived a life far away from You, a life lived in guilt, in pursuit of passion.and ambition. A life wasted in running after Your riches and spellbinding grandeur, in gratifying my senses, geed, ego and selfishness. I lived in a pseudo world with pseudo people, thought satisfaction of senses, life and its privileges as the ultimate But my Lord! You are always in thought, not even for a minute l lost sight of You and Your name always been on my lips, when awake and in my senses. Wherever I had been, heaven or hell, I invariably took You with me and never hided anything and my sins and virtues lay bare before you. My Lord! I accept my omissions and commissions. But in this world of fading colours, my love, passion, longing and feeling for You never lost its texture and I remained, all through a loving son of Yours. My Father! I am not asking for anything else Just do me a favour. When my soul leaves the body, be their in front, show me the way, guide me to the destination as You have been doing all along. Let me leave this world chanting Your name, let me embrace what people say death with a smile on lips, looking at your resplendent glaze, slowly coming out of the haze, losing me in You, in Your infinite bliss and consciousness. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved Picture-courtesy google #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-122 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A LETTER TO THE ALMIGHTY When the body betrays, mind feels alienated, hands and legs do not listen to what I say,

#OpenPoetry SOMETHING I LOOK AT-122 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A LETTER TO THE ALMIGHTY When the body betrays, mind feels alienated, hands and legs do not listen to what I say, eyes see a little, ears hardly hear, when my blood consider me as a burden, I remain no one's concern my own, not prepared to take care, hesitate to carry the person who carried them all along, when there is none with me except an unknown person, when attending me becomes a compulsion, where remain very little feeling and emotion, when my pain and agony is at the pick, the attitude of others strongly prick distress and sorrow too much to endure. life becomes a burden, too much to bear Come my Lord! touch me, be with me, hold me, hold my hand, bring me safely ashore. My Father, I lived a life far away from You, a life lived in guilt, in pursuit of passion.and ambition. A life wasted in running after Your riches and spellbinding grandeur, in gratifying my senses, geed, ego and selfishness. I lived in a pseudo world with pseudo people, thought satisfaction of senses, life and its privileges as the ultimate But my Lord! You are always in thought, not even for a minute l lost sight of You and Your name always been on my lips, when awake and in my senses. Wherever I had been, heaven or hell, I invariably took You with me and never hided anything and my sins and virtues lay bare before you. My Lord! I accept my omissions and commissions. But in this world of fading colours, my love, passion, longing and feeling for You never lost its texture and I remained, all through a loving son of Yours. My Father! I am not asking for anything else Just do me a favour. When my soul leaves the body, be their in front, show me the way, guide me to the destination as You have been doing all along. Let me leave this world chanting Your name, let me embrace what people say death with a smile on lips, looking at your resplendent glaze, slowly coming out of the haze, losing me in You, in Your infinite bliss and consciousness. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved Picture-courtesy google #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-122 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A LETTER TO THE ALMIGHTY When the body betrays, mind feels alienated, hands and legs do not listen to what I say,

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#OpenPoetry SOMETHING I LOOK AT-122 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A LETTER TO THE ALMIGHTY When the body betrays, mind feels alienated, hands and legs do not listen to what I say, eyes see a little, ears hardly hear, when my blood consider me as a burden, I remain no one's concern my own, not prepared to take care, hesitate to carry the person who carried them all along, when there is none with me except an unknown person, when attending me becomes a compulsion, where remain very little feeling and emotion, when my pain and agony is at the pick, the attitude of others strongly prick distress and sorrow too much to endure. life becomes a burden, too much to bear Come my Lord! touch me, be with me, hold me, hold my hand, bring me safely ashore. My Father, I lived a life far away from You, a life lived in guilt, in pursuit of passion.and ambition. A life wasted in running after Your riches and spellbinding grandeur, in gratifying my senses, geed, ego and selfishness. I lived in a pseudo world with pseudo people, thought satisfaction of senses, life and its privileges as the ultimate But my Lord! You are always in thought, not even for a minute l lost sight of You and Your name always been on my lips, when awake and in my senses. Wherever I had been, heaven or hell, I invariably took You with me and never hided anything and my sins and virtues lay bare before you. My Lord! I accept my omissions and commissions. But in this world of fading colours, my love, passion, longing and feeling for You never lost its texture and I remained, all through a loving son of Yours. My Father! I am not asking for anything else Just do me a favour. When my soul leaves the body, be their in front, show me the way, guide me to the destination as You have been doing all along. Let me leave this world chanting Your name, let me embrace what people say death with a smile on lips, looking at your resplendent glaze, slowly coming out of the haze, losing me in You, in Your infinite bliss and consciousness. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved Picture-courtesy google

#OpenPoetry SOMETHING I LOOK AT-122 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A LETTER TO THE ALMIGHTY When the body betrays, mind feels alienated, hands and legs do not listen to what I say, eyes see a little, ears hardly hear, when my blood consider me as a burden, I remain no one's concern my own, not prepared to take care, hesitate to carry the person who carried them all along, when there is none with me except an unknown person, when attending me becomes a compulsion, where remain very little feeling and emotion, when my pain and agony is at the pick, the attitude of others strongly prick distress and sorrow too much to endure. life becomes a burden, too much to bear Come my Lord! touch me, be with me, hold me, hold my hand, bring me safely ashore. My Father, I lived a life far away from You, a life lived in guilt, in pursuit of passion.and ambition. A life wasted in running after Your riches and spellbinding grandeur, in gratifying my senses, geed, ego and selfishness. I lived in a pseudo world with pseudo people, thought satisfaction of senses, life and its privileges as the ultimate But my Lord! You are always in thought, not even for a minute l lost sight of You and Your name always been on my lips, when awake and in my senses. Wherever I had been, heaven or hell, I invariably took You with me and never hided anything and my sins and virtues lay bare before you. My Lord! I accept my omissions and commissions. But in this world of fading colours, my love, passion, longing and feeling for You never lost its texture and I remained, all through a loving son of Yours. My Father! I am not asking for anything else Just do me a favour. When my soul leaves the body, be their in front, show me the way, guide me to the destination as You have been doing all along. Let me leave this world chanting Your name, let me embrace what people say death with a smile on lips, looking at your resplendent glaze, slowly coming out of the haze, losing me in You, in Your infinite bliss and consciousness. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved Picture-courtesy google

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#OpenPoetry My Love Hold my hand, and let me take you to the world Where you are My highness All my bright Diamonds Hold my hand, And let me take you to the Dream Where you have occupied me Where I won you from the World And In reward of this winning everyone said "AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER" #lived happily ever after

#OpenPoetry My Love Hold my hand, and let me take you to the world Where you are My highness All my bright Diamonds Hold my hand, And let me take you to the Dream Where you have occupied me Where I won you from the World And In reward of this winning everyone said "AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER" #lived happily ever after