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Amandeep

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bachpan mein kahani sun kar sote the...... ajj apni kahani par roo kar sote hai....🥀 ©Amandeep LIFE...💔#SAD #story #Carrying #alone #Shayar #fellings #Love #Life_experience

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Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-51 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The crumbling relics of the bygone days tell it all, the exploitation of man by man, one carrying another on his shoulder to live and make a living for those he loves. The deserted look of the street in yesteryears speaks volumes of imperialism at its peak with people hardly daring to come out in open, what to raise their voice of thunder? Everything remained the same except the glittering outer line, it is same, a lonely man's lone walk in a crowded street. We are the same gentlemen as we were hundred years back with gloomy eyes and the same horrified looks on our face Still, we digest and tolerate injustice, still hesitant and uncomfortable we are to raise our voice and call a spade a spade, still imperialism in a new guise, the indomitable desire of man to subjugate, to build his castle on others blood and sweat. Still economic disparity and segmented division of society, still one carrying the other on his shoulder to make his both ends meet with naked self-interest and parochial loyalties and make belief identities eating the very vitals of the society. Things have changed but hardly there is any change in us. The wind of change touching us without affecting our attitude towards life and others with whom we live and share not this so beautiful world of ours. copyright@smrutiranjan 20.8.2017 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-51 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The crumbling relics of the bygone days tell it all, the exploitation of man by man, one carrying another on his shoulder to live and make a living for those he loves.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-51 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The crumbling relics of the bygone days tell it all, the exploitation of man by man, one carrying another on his shoulder to live and make a living for those he loves. The deserted look of the street in yesteryears speaks volumes of imperialism at its peak with people hardly daring to come out in open, what to raise their voice of thunder? Everything remained the same except the glittering outer line, it is same, a lonely man's lone walk in a crowded street. We are the same gentlemen as we were hundred years back with gloomy eyes and the same horrified looks on our face Still, we digest and tolerate injustice, still hesitant and uncomfortable we are to raise our voice and call a spade a spade, still imperialism in a new guise, the indomitable desire of man to subjugate, to build his castle on others blood and sweat. Still economic disparity and segmented division of society, still one carrying the other on his shoulder to make his both ends meet with naked self-interest and parochial loyalties and make belief identities eating the very vitals of the society. Things have changed but hardly there is any change in us. The wind of change touching us without affecting our attitude towards life and others with whom we live and share not this so beautiful world of ours. copyright@smrutiranjan 20.8.2017 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-51 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The crumbling relics of the bygone days tell it all, the exploitation of man by man, one carrying another on his shoulder to live and make a living for those he loves.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-97 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I AM YOUR SERVANT My Lord! the more I run away from you, the more I feel alienated, the more I think I am walking on my own the more I deceive myself, the more miserable I become. The moment I think, I am the doer, You move away from my vision, the darkness of the universe descends, life becomes too heavy a burden, living a meaningless struggle. Under the spell of maya I come again and again, forget You, our relation. You always lure me with your wealth and splendour, I fall an easy prey to it and consider Your affluence as the be all and end all, deprive me of You, Your bliss and make a mess of my life Please remind me as and when l go wrong. My Lord! a servant remains a servant, can he ever become master of his own? What to do with your wealth? Let me remain where i was, at your lotus feet, my love and treasure The meaning of my life lies only in carrying out Your orders, not in carrying myself looking after Your affluence, doing Your work, without being involved, as a servant and caretaker. My life and its fulfilment lies not in gratifying my senses, feeding my ego and appetite, but in real surrender at thy feet I may run away, may commit a thousand mistakes, but the Master is the Master, He can never go wrong. Wherever and in whichever situation I am, my chain is forever in Your hand. You are always my master, be with me, be on my lips, be before my eyes in my moment's of bliss and idiocy, misadventure and stupidity. You are my only possession. Without You, Your gift, my life on earth is meaningless like a flower without hue and fragrance. Here nobody and nothing is mine. Let me have you in me, the only reality in all my moments, conscious subconscious and unconscious My lord! if my love is true, my craving is genuine, let me surrender with my heart and soul. A servant can only beg for his Master's mercy, be with me, be it heaven or hell, hardly matter, guide and see me through Your cosmic illusion and let me remain Your servant forever, here and hereafter. © smrutiranjan 18.8.2018 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-97 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I AM YOUR SERVANT My Lord! the more I run away from you, the more I feel alienated,

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-97 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I AM YOUR SERVANT My Lord! the more I run away from you, the more I feel alienated, the more I think I am walking on my own the more I deceive myself, the more miserable I become. The moment I think, I am the doer, You move away from my vision, the darkness of the universe descends, life becomes too heavy a burden, living a meaningless struggle. Under the spell of maya I come again and again, forget You, our relation. You always lure me with your wealth and splendour, I fall an easy prey to it and consider Your affluence as the be all and end all, deprive me of You, Your bliss and make a mess of my life Please remind me as and when l go wrong. My Lord! a servant remains a servant, can he ever become master of his own? What to do with your wealth? Let me remain where i was, at your lotus feet, my love and treasure The meaning of my life lies only in carrying out Your orders, not in carrying myself looking after Your affluence, doing Your work, without being involved, as a servant and caretaker. My life and its fulfilment lies not in gratifying my senses, feeding my ego and appetite, but in real surrender at thy feet I may run away, may commit a thousand mistakes, but the Master is the Master, He can never go wrong. Wherever and in whichever situation I am, my chain is forever in Your hand. You are always my master, be with me, be on my lips, be before my eyes in my moment's of bliss and idiocy, misadventure and stupidity. You are my only possession. Without You, Your gift, my life on earth is meaningless like a flower without hue and fragrance. Here nobody and nothing is mine. Let me have you in me, the only reality in all my moments, conscious subconscious and unconscious My lord! if my love is true, my craving is genuine, let me surrender with my heart and soul. A servant can only beg for his Master's mercy, be with me, be it heaven or hell, hardly matter, guide and see me through Your cosmic illusion and let me remain Your servant forever, here and hereafter. © smrutiranjan 18.8.2018 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-97 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I AM YOUR SERVANT My Lord! the more I run away from you, the more I feel alienated,