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I don't believe in fascinating truths. #quoteliners #ATintheworldoflies #pseudo #aestheticthoughts #yqbaba #yqaestheticthoughts #life #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Aesthetic Thoughts

I don't believe in fascinating truths. #quoteliners #ATintheworldoflies #pseudo #aestheticthoughts #yqbaba #yqaestheticthoughts #life #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Aesthetic Thoughts

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15th August not the day of repentance ! Can you talk to a woman Without Lynching her breast ? Can you approach her Without touching her dress ? Because everytime You stare What colour what size she wear She push herself Into the state of despair

15th August not the day of repentance ! Can you talk to a woman Without Lynching her breast ? Can you approach her Without touching her dress ? Because everytime You stare What colour what size she wear She push herself Into the state of despair

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आपको पता है कि जिस दरख़्त या पेड़ की जड़ों के भीतर सांप अपने बिल बना ले उसपर तो कोई पंछी या परिंदा भी घोसला नहीं बनाता। ✍️uvsays✍️ #Pseudo Secularism #Light #secularism #Pseudo secularism #Life

आपको पता है कि जिस दरख़्त या पेड़ की जड़ों के भीतर सांप अपने बिल बना ले उसपर तो कोई पंछी या परिंदा भी घोसला नहीं बनाता। ✍️uvsays✍️ #Pseudo Secularism #Light #secularism #Pseudo secularism #Life

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