The night seems mystic
inside the calm surrounding,
sharing thought with shadows.
Sometime the feelings of rare love
sometimes the grief of inner soul
sometime the loneliness
hammers me
that I am alive;
and
I have
to walk ahead
alone in the path
that have no end.

I surprised,
without a little murmur
the date has been changed.
I am just passed the past
of thrilling experience.

One day
I will sleep inside my grave
like the passing time
You will remember me
in such cloudy days of rainy season.

by sarojini pattayat.01/08/2013

AGE
------

Pratik, one of my friend always makes me remember that, I am an adult and going to be old. Of course, whole-heartedly I accept the truth. However, my point is where it has been proved that a person at his/her ripping age is unable to achieve something. In India, all rishis achieved, in their ripe age. It is an age to put your experience in the life project to gift the world the most amazing thing of yours whole life.

I decided and wrote in my diary-

“I don't want to remember my age. This age factor is pushing me down. my young heart and mind will push me up and up to achieve in the game of life. I do not want to see the mirror to count my ripening hair or try to make them black. Let me think it as a change to adore my experience, decide my place in the responsible citizens, and make my young to follow me to face the life as it is”.

by sarojini Pattayat.29/07/2013

Chup chap office se nikel gei aur pahunch gei aur ek duniya ko, jahan children were dancing like angels.Itna achha lega ki me bhul gei ki I am an adult.Bas meri samne meri bachpan thi.

27/07/2013

You opened yourself
yours heart, yours thought,yours desire
what I feared.
Now, I am here
with my own dream
never to cross the line of fire
the rules, the old thinkers thought
being an woman:
as I want the world
to remain in peace.

by sarojini pattayat.27/07/2013

Life
----

'Hi, any thing came after a bunch of roses'
"No,I have already told him that, I am not the right person to accept your wonderful gift."
"You are rude"
"May be.But I have spoke the truth"
Nilima's curiosity about the shadow person arose doubt in the mind of Amrita.
She wanted to avoid Nilima forever to have peace in mind.

***
Life is not a game to play and forget.
It provides lessons to read and understand.
Reading life is the most wonderful experience in whole universe.
Just try to read you will find joys of a flying swan and sorrows of the stream ended in a desert.
***
by sarojini pattayat.24/07/2013

It was a constant disturbance.
Sitting very near to me
sometime he was playing with his mobile
sometime unnecessarily looking at my face
sometime writing to make me believe that
he was the only listener in the meeting.

I thought and thought.
Yes,
yesterday
he was in face book whole night;
And now
he is fighting with his sleeping eyes.

by sarojini pattayat.24/07/2013

For my little heart
-----------------
Remembering you
I imagine you some where around me and within me.
I can never forget you.
You were a part of my broken heart,
a dream of love I missed,
a passion, a tender feeling,
that I felt.
You passed away
I could not do anything
helpless
weak
before the power of time.
Yet, you are here
inside my mystic world
glittering, spreading aroma;
and will remain fresh
till my last breath.

by sarojini pattayat.23/07/2013

Better were the days when I was waiting you for playing doll after school break.With utmost pleasure we were going to the nearby river to look at the fish sleeping under the leaf.With great care I was taking away the leaf and it was amazing for me at that time knowing that fish sleep opening its eyes , still and beautiful.

Better were the days when in college break we meet each other to have tea.In library we gossip a lot about civil service exam and our future.

So simple we were at that time, never hurt each other in our dream also.We were kind to each other , understand each others joys and sorrows.

How the life changed.Now we never get time for little talk or a simple"hello"???

You have already become a shadow of my dream and a story to recall in my leisure; passionate feelings to remain life long.

by sarojini Pattayat.23/07/2013

The dream
in my heart
to bloom
and spread its fragrance
all over the earth
for friendship
and peace
and happy living.
The time is short
and miles to go.

by sarojini pattayat.22/07/2013.

My feelings for pigs
-----------------------------

Amid all smells
pig live and love
have you ever seen sparkle
of any thought over their nice faces???
I have never found.
Yet I thought
what is their motto???
Their mother so sweet
sprinkles love
take care
I'm envious.
In groups
they like to wander
and ready to be slaughtered
any day any moment
that hurts.


by sarojini pattayat.20/07/2013

Sprinkle passion
over the petals of feelings of your deep love,
keep some where it deserves in your heart,
for gifting an unnamed unique pearl
that will glitter to change the darkness
from every corner...

by sarojini pattayat.20/07/2013

Avoidance
-----------
Avoidance is not good. But, sometime it help to save you from an embarrassing position.To avoid people i sometime don't answer to their call. don't reply to their message, don't stop to have a great chat. With a simple smile I quit the place.
               It hurt really to avoid. But what shall I do?I don't have enough time to share with them.In the busy life I think to share a smile is enough.We have many thing to tell each other.No time to manage.Let us write each other and read leisurely, and give little comment.Thats the only way left.

Sarojini Pattayat.18/07/2013 

After nearly one month I met Anu in the park. She was walking bare foot to get mystic relief from the arthritis.She smiled at me.
'Are you well ?'I asked. I know that the answer will be negative.
With a little pain she told,'No', want to die.It is so painful. This world and this disease".
I had no word to make her endure the pain..For, i know how this arthritis crippled me for two long years and how i struggled to come back to my life.

by sarojini pattayat.17/07/2013

The rain in my city
--------------------
Its a wave you know,
full of happiness
remembering all the incidents with you.
Under the wild tree
your first mystic appearance
in the rain
compelled me to
put you in my poetry
as the only romantic character.
From that day
your each wish
became my wish
and
your each dream
i tried to full fill.
I know you are satisfied.
You forgot the rain
and the past
where we struggled a lot.
But,look
the rain of this city
still sings the song
of that mystic painting
of your first appearance
that made me to know
the turn of life and luck.
...
by sarojini pattayat.15/07/2013

One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII
by Pablo Neruda

I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don't know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

Pablo Neruda, "One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII"

 ".... and you are beautiful! Keep writing, darling. Write your little heart out.....and be happy."

In my land
a demon was there
with three numbers of head.
He was a good animal
loving the princess of the land.
Time passed
the princess one day
kidnapped
by a wicked prince.
The prince kept her
in a place inside the blue ocean
roaring always in agony and for peace.
The king announced
if anybody was there
in the whole country
who could bring princess.
He promised to give his daughter
and made him his son-in -law
and give his land to rule for ever.
The demon went
killed the wicked prince
brought the princess,
But,
alas!
the princess did not want
to marry him.
The demon wanted to kill himself;
Suddenly,
A hermit appeared
changed him to be a handsome one
by sprinkling sacred water.
The princess was happy
the king was happy
He arranged a feast
where all went
but nobody called me
to participate.

by sarojini pattayat.09/07/2013