~good night~
cool moon
and glittering star.
Be friendly to share with me.
O!
it is awesome to have something
very close to heart.
The dream is the only mystic friend
in the solitary night.
And the talk of night bird
paints a belief
that you are not lonely.
In the midnight
the world seems under the shower of moon ray.
Joy songs everywhere
to console you and your throbbing heart.
Okay!
Let us sleep well
with prayer to that mysterious Friend
Who created everything for us .

by sarojini pattayat.21/12/2013 — feeling wonderful.

Good morning.
Here is a tale for you all.

The dream of a poet
_________
Long ago.A poet was walking under the lamp post in the foot path of Bhubaneswar.So many vehicles were running in the road. She was thinking -can I write about all things what is happening around me.And it remained in her subconscious mind.
She meet her friend in the Indiragandhi Park nearby.Talked all these thing.They walked in the park.Shared each others joys and griefs.Returned to the home.
In the night in the deep slumber she went into the dream.The dream was very peculiar.She found her friend telling her to die under the lamp post to make her poetry lively.

She wake up.
It was 2.30 am.
She wrote" Yes I should die". I should mingle in the poetry.
She opened her window. Found the silence of morning was telling her something.She wanted to understand the feelings of the early morning.Morning was telling her to think positive. Death is not only way to escape the life, to write poetry.She should face the challenge and feel life what it is.She should go into the passion of love the griefs, the bliss, the aromatic nature to mingle in the poetry.

The birds of her garden were chirping.The squirrel were searching food.
She looked deeply to the nature, the sky, found bliss inside her heart.Yeah her life has a meaning.
She should think positive to feel the passion of seventh sky.

This much was the tale of a poor poet.

by sarojini pattayat.16/12/2013.Monday. — feeling excited.