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Good morning. Sorrows comes and go away just like anything. You want only to be brave enough to face them. Smell the fragrance of mourning breeze listen, how birds are talking and merry making how they are busy. Look the blue freshness of sky He is silent, but, positive; Covers the whole earth with love and care.  by,sarojini pattayat.-30/03/2013

Sometime i thought I'm alone But... to my utter surprise i found the world full of song with different tunes may it be of joy or sorrow. It is your interest to embrace them with positive or negative feelings to make life a happy journey or hurdle at each step. It is really up to you to change the ordinary dew drop a colorful special poem and a singing castle of dreams. It is really up to you to paint the life with matching story to touch the horizon and never repent for waisting the precious moments projected some where beyond our imagination and thought. by sarojini pattayat-31/03/2013

Love is love, just feel ... for a moment or for years; It's a fragrance deep inside blooms with its touching hopes, it's a lively panting, clear,aesthetic a desire to discover oasis in the desert with unlimited dream, it's a passionate poem written over the veil of illusion, to cover whole time. It's a magic mirror kept by the Unknown to explain the life; Tear and smile dance in her earth hugging each other to satisfy the unending thirst, Love, the lovely feeling is the only sweet music to wait a while and listen for ever. by sarojini pattayat.-31/03/2013

MY CITY-2 -------------- Evening is touching the busy road of my city; All want to listen the voice of someone close to the heart waiting somewhere to share and care the experience of the day; The birds are flying back to their home with an imagination to gossip with their children. After a while the busy aroma of the city shall change her story; Every where i expect joy and joy to adore the life and forget the pain. by sarojini pattayat.-30/03/2013

Sarojini Pattayat 8:48am Mar 30 Good morning. Sorrows comes and go away just like anything. You want only to be brave enough to face them. Smell the fragrance of mourning breeze listen, how birds are talking and merry making how they are busy. Look the blue freshness of sky He is silent, but, positive; Covers the whole earth with love and care. by,sarojini pattayat.-30/03/2013

I 'm not blaming you ------------------------------ -- In the brightest hour of day when I recall you you avoid me with plea that you are too busy. When sun set in the west inside scattered thought  you still in your work wave to catch the last fish. Night in its magical touch sing the sweetest song, Amid the darkness I find my soul waiting with desires and dreams for a little care and share, of the story of whole day, you in your deep slumber whisper the turn and twist of your schedule as you are a perfect man to worship work as God. I'm now a learner following your path, Sometime think is this a true color of life??? or, a trend of civilization where we are the busy particles of a great project. .............................. ... by sarojini pattayat-23/03/2013

The Mirage -------------- The days passed. Love bloom everywhere, in the earth,in the sky, in whole universe. But at the end the same result; a mirage wait to adore the moment. Illusion rules the life; unsatisfied thirst kills the heart bit by bit to destroy present and future and try to make the life  a riddle, unsolved, opaque, A mirror; that shows joy and attracts to wander without any aim. The argument  somewhere deep inside talks again and again to be conscious but, the mind don't want to understand don't want to accept the real It only want to  get satisfaction from the dream. The life becomes a satire, and mingles with the moment to touch the end. ........................ by sarojini pattayat.25/03/2013

Desires --------- The desires fill the air try to understand the meaning of time. Life is too small many things to do wastage of this. never can be excused. Family is the heaven know what it says you can't get peace without it. Believe in God He is the only lover never betrays in happiness and sorrows. by, sarojini pattayat-21/03/2013

A Poem for Kitchen -------------------------------- I wake up, morning breeze touch my blurry eyes, Mom inside the kitchen in her sweet world of dream, know my call of moment serve the tea with home made dish. My thought begin with the tinkling sound that, kitchen produce inspiring to move steadily with joys and sorrows of life. I can not forget, what kitchen show me the love,the joining hands, a family need to grow up in this ambitious struggling world, to stand with honor in the society. by sarojini pattayat.-21/03/2013

LOVE ------- (1) ---- You feel me, my presence bloom in your heart, I discover a new world deep inside the fateful life. (2) --- You know me. my faith grow in each bit of time to make your dream complete,new and colorful. ----------------------------------- by sarojini pattayat.-21/03.2013

I in the midnight waiting new thought to come and embrace me to give me a new world of dream. by sarojini pattayat.

To the poet. ................ Within the joys and sorrows We search peace and friendship, To live here forgetting pain, But is it so easy??? Time passes as usual; Don't stand, to listen our talk. We live usual life, work hard, to proof , that we are different from all. by sarojini pattayat.16/03/2013

Worries. --------- With the pace of time i know i am loosing something and also discovering some amazing corner, i think i am mature enough and can paint my life what i want but, each morning with the rise sun i feel i am still a child running after butterfly and never satisfied. by sarojini pattayat-12/03/2013

DO YOU THINK THIS IS YOUR DIARY I am opening your life, undressing your thought, looking your passionate heart; want to dissect your events one after another. I know you love me and not think anything for my act. Yet I think am I wrong! But, for my reason I am doing this. I cannot die peacefully, if I will not express my heart. May people think it as a sin, but, now, it is the peak moment, I should express everything... by sarojini pattayat-10/03/2013

Love for life -------------- Your beautiful eyes whispers, you love life; but, look this civilization, wants to destroy everything, peace, hope; everything, that i paint for you. Can i think them human? civilized? whom God have created with all tenderness, whom God have blessed to grow peacefully, and make an abode of peace and kindness. Slowly my hope is changing into a blank imagination; Yet, i love your eyes, your whispering eyes, Where i have discovered the thirst for seven colored life. --------------------------------------- by sarojini pattayat-10/03/2013 Note-The photograph of Three-year-old Afghan refugee Nageen Jihandad plays with her doll in a slum near Islamabad, Pakistan [© Muhammed Muheisen/Associated Press] made me to write above poem.

“The Meth’ written by Tanmay Kulshrestha is unique one, have literary effect and a message to the society. It is a passport to understand the young generation, their dreams, desires, and feelings. The book has power to create interest inside the reader to unveil a strange world. It is a slogan to make the earth free from the drug.                   It is a story of everybody. One can feel it and discover his/her soul inside the world of the writer. I personally enjoyed each word, each line, each event and twist in the story.                 I request everyone to read ‘The Meth’ to find a way to save the generation that gradually going inside a fake world of pleasure. by sarojini pattayat.07/03/2013

Soft feelings... Open your blurry eyes to say 'Good Morning'

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A bird inside the Cage I was there, A bird inside the cage; You came, Sat on my cage, Talked about the blue sky, sweet fruits, blazing rays, enjoyment of flying over the roaring ocean, snowy mountains, and all greenish, But, You never trained me to fly. Once i told you a fabricated story, How i left the cage and search you here and there, wandered and returned with heavy heart, You frowned, blamed me, 'who told you to fly do you want me to have problem? ' so... Please go away, Oh! flying independent bird, Enjoy your time, I'm happy in my cage, I'm trying to forget yours all stories about sweet fruits and blazing rays. sarojini pattayat A land behind the mist A wonderful land Behind the mist, May be full of furious aliens, or, may be angels lives there, I don't know, but have to go, As my path ends there. sarojini pattayat A little bunch of relaxation The deep blue sky, And the morning sun, Never cheats ever showers re...

For You -------- I know, You are deceiving me like other day, but, i myself stunned ! That, i want to be deceived by you always. What should i name to this earthly relationship? Can i believe it as love or some kind of sacrifice, that, i experiencing from the date we met. Inside the illusion i know we will never live here, if some other birth is there you will remain ever in my heart, You are always the gainer i believe in this world or in some future world, and i am just a failure fellow sighs i am leaving for somebody to feel. --------------------------------- by sarojini pattayat -05/03/2013

STORY OF A SUMMER EVE I wandered all over, At last, Wait you near ‘Sculpture Park’ To have a glimpse Of your personality, And,   Felt your emotion in the summer eve. So many thoughts With different images were Floating in my mind To know you. Around me Young mass was   Chirping and talking Like groups of different bird; I was slowly entering Into my lost time, When I was just like you,   A young fluttering butterfly, Having a vision To achieve my dream, We had never met before; But, Look, I recognized you, From the curve of the path When you appeared Like a small dot In your black t-shirt   With Matching jeans. We talked a lot Like old bosom friend;   Time passed, Somebody painted Black shade Over the colorful eve sky; I felt, I should return back, However, so many stories were there to talk, So many questions were there,   To be solved by the moments. A strange solitary...

In search of peace --------------------------- Quarrel at home means painting a sad picture of insecurity in the tender heart of child. Can we not avoid it? Can we not stop it? Can we not keep our home In peace? We are all educated people Know every thing and understand each aspect of life; Amid the horrors of outside world we can keep our home a sweet nest for living. Please come, And take a promise today to avoid shouting inside our little world, and lead a loving life at least, for our young generation. by sarojini pattayat.02/03/2013 .

To dream ---------- So many faces are in the life, to some i fasten to my heart, to some i try to forget; Inside the light somewhere sit the silent dark; Inside the darkness somewhere sit the talking light; Inside the trance each event dance, before my eyes. With each sun rise and, each sunset some voice rings in my ear, Gives solace and talk with passion to forget the sorrows and hug the fun; Sitting before the present i try and try to dream and write the uncertain future. ----------- by sarojini pattayat-02/03/2013