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whatever I learned, the steps of achievements ... I learned from you. nothing to worry or shame to speak... oh master... let me oblige...

ଏଇତ ଆରମ୍ଭ... ମୁଁ ବହୁତ ଦିନ ହେଲା ତାଙ୍କୁ ଖୋଜୁଥିଲି । ହଠାତ ତାଙ୍କୁ ପାଇଲି ଫେସ ବୁକ ରେ । ଖୁବ ଖୁଶି ଲାଗିଲା । ମନେ ହେଲା 2016 ମସିହା ମୋତେ ଏଇ ଉପହାର ଦେଇ ବିଦାୟ ନେଉଛି । ଏତେଦିନ ପରେ ଆଉଥରେ ଲେଖିବାକୁ ଇଚ୍ଛା ହେଲା । ଲେଖିବାକୁ ଇଚ୍ଛା ସେତେବେଳେ ହୁଏ ଯେତେବେଳେ କେହି ଜଣେ ଲେଖାଗୁଡ଼ିକୁ ପଢେ । ମୋର ବି ସେମିତି ଭାବନା ଆସିଲା ଏବଂ ମୁଁ ଆଉଥରେ ଲେଖିବାକୁ ବସିଲି ମୋର ସମସ୍ତ ଅନୁଭୂତି ଜୀବନକୁ ନେଇ ।     ଏଇତ ଆରମ୍ଭ... ଫର୍ଦ ପରେ ଫର୍ଦ ... ଆଉ କେହି ବି ମୋତେ ହୁଏତ ରୋକି  ପରିବେନି... କାରଣ ମୁଁ ଯାହା ବି ଲେଖେ , ମୋ ମନରୁ ହିଁ ଲେଖେ ...

even if you hate I will embrace your rage

no leaf to fall...thy love... oh winter...

In fantasy world happy writing

my worries   I am a mother . My real and natural aim is to protect my children from anything unfair, mental or physical. In that ill-fated day, due to short-circuit fire consumed some part of hospital and patient died in suffocation as the hospital was enveloped with smoke. Yes, due to the brave rescue operation of the Govt. no one burnt. My children are there as fresh medical students. Now the owner of the hospital is imprisoned. Of course, hospital and the medical college is under the trust.   Still I feel worries .   1- the hospital was giving lots of services to the people. 2- why did in future people want to be the owner of such a large institution and serve? 3- Due to suffocation patient died. What prevented Govt. not to look after the safety measures of such types of institution sufficiently before. 4- What will be the fate of the all medical student, if hospital will be closed? In their curriculum practical is a most. Amid every...

Silence An old wall here beside the coconut tree. I listened the tapping of crow over the tin roof, ... as evening crept slowly to envelop . Hue of the moss changed to darker in silence. No arguments, nothing. .. A tale began and ended to begin again.

my aim is clear and path is challenging only wish is there... ' I request my body to support the journey'

I couldn't write; your emotion for me how differs with the time... for you your decision changes and for me you advice is to jump into the fire... I startled... yet following you from ages.

କେତେଥର କହିଲିଣି ... ଥରୁଟିଏ ଶୁଣ ମୋ ପିଛା ଛାଡିଦିଅ ପକ୍ଷୀ ! how many time I said... not to follow me... oh bird! from my book ହଜି ଯାଇଥିବା ଝିଅ ( The lost girl )

it is not bad to remain in pressure. but it is bad to remain idle. I have completed the errand, still in pressure. don't find the way to relax. may be some talking can make me relax. still thinking it as destroying valuable time. but, one thing I know. every even good or bad will pass away. so... be happy.

lost in the events of life of course not tired still needing a space jumped into the creativity

Autism You write from your experience and I know you can understand the language of nature. So, no problem. Amid all arguments I can get some space in your life. Antarleena Each day he writes from his experience. Nature is his abode of joy. If I will go away, your memory will drag me to the state of depression... if I will remain, can you ever accept my feelings? In the path of life your presence is the only source to make my life valuable. I can go with an autistic mind to explore the life like a mother, sister, and wife as I am truly your friend. principal ଝରକା ସେପଟୁ କ୍ଲାସରୂମ ଭିତରକୁ ଚହୁଁଛନ୍ତି । ଟିଚର ହାତ ଠାରି ଚିନୁ କୁ ଦେଖାଉଛନ୍ତି । ପ୍ରିନ୍ସିପ୍ଯାଲ ଠାରରେ କହୁଛନ୍ତି ଧର୍ଯ୍ୟ ରଖିବା ପାଇଁ ଏବଂ ନିଜ ଅଫିସ ରୁମ ଆଡକୁ ଚାଲିଯାଉଛନ୍ତି । ଟିଚର ପାଠ ପଢାଇବାକୁ ଚେଷ୍ଟା କରୁଛନ୍ତି । ଚିନୁ ସମସ୍ତଙ୍କ ଆଖିରେ ଦେଖି ପାରୁଛି ତା ପ୍ରତି ଥିବା କୌତୁହଳ , ସେ ଛିଡା ହୋଇଯାଉଛି ... ଏବଂ ତା ଚାରିପଟେ ପିଲାମାନେ ପାଟି କରୁଛନ୍ତି । Antarleen

under the pressure of sighs  the feelings of immaturity still running after in this mysterious path of life. life always shows you a different picture  beyond your own imagination. only one question hovers around... 'when will you learn?'

Sometime whole world want you to resist your own psychological feelings and give little space to yourself for self realization. And the truth is no one ever in this earth is immortal. Money always plays a major role to give a shape to your personality among many things

Autism Autism spectrum disorder(ASD) debar the person concerned to behave normally. They face difficulties in social interaction, communication. Still they are focused people and sometime excel in many sphere like writing, painting etc. By proper training they can live without any help in some cases. It differs from person to person according to their behavior and acceptance of training .

If I will be silent,  you will  feel your fault and  time and again will go outside of this changing world.  If I will sing a song, you will do your job peacefully... and this is the  life how we both are walking hand in hand to envelop our passion.

Moss It was beyond my thought, how I discovered her, the moss lady, a statue not far from my stone garden. Somebody told, it as the statue of ten thousand years, when intelligence and philosophy sprouted in the mind of philosopher's land of the new earth. In my dream no one was their except the moss lady to disturb. I meet Arpita in her Office chamber. She was inside the grey world of files and had no time for a little smile. I compared her with the moss lady and again discovered her inside Arpita, who is disciplined in the eyes of the society. A good wife, excellent mother, loving daughter and a disciplined working woman, definitely the sole bearer of torch light in the developing civilisation. -Arpita, pl look at me. - yes - let us smile and run after butterfly... - are you mad? - no - then? - I want to see the smile in your lips. - Smile! We are now in our ripe age. What people around will feel? I returned with the sighs. Moss already enveloped her to live a life. ...

a dragon fly I am not at all interested to write memoir. Revealing the truth …Ah! it is horrible. May be some truth will make you the bad man. Often I think what blocks people not to endure the truth, while whole universe is full of good and bad. Hey… it is too psychological. Rather, I should write a story of dragon flies, colorful and amazing. One day with Priya I was on the fifth floor of the office building. Her work place was not so comfortable in the summer, but in rainy day it turns into a magical place to enjoy and get revelation. After sipping tea I looked outside the window. Some dragon flies were flying there to bring the memory of my childhood. ‘’Priya, do you know, I have deep relation with these dragon flies.’ ‘Is it true. I also have their memory.’ ‘The universal truth is, each one of us have a story to tell about dragon flies.’ ‘ Yes, you are right. Let us write about them.’ ‘You mean a memory.’ ‘No, I mean a story with truth.’ I brought a white colour drawing...

enveloping the feelings in my heart my tongue sang the song of sweetness and blocked tears in the eyes to unveil the glory of agony in liesure

how to write...  leaving all dream outside the garden of thought focusing on the spell ' how to write...' engrossed the soul each day to wake up and sleep inside the boring net of ' how to write' if this will be the fate of a soul with great wish to be a writer, century will pass, civilisation just burst and fade away with smiling mock the soul will never be a writer. ah! amid the swirling passion the path here is the moments of glory, open to all for taking a generous flight, may be a minute is enough in the coffee house or under the shadow of coconut tree enough is there in the chirping nature to look and paint your canvas with pleasurable colours, none here to break your cosmic dance you are welcome for deep penance... now you discover your heart bleeding the creativity passionate, a friend like, for your pleasure and deserted silence. ©  Sarojini Pattayat   

You have to plan your own life. This is the only way for a safe future.

It is not the fear that makes you inferior before other. It is your own shyness.Look at my work and dream to be a writer. One can never be a writer without writing. Day dreaming can not make you a writer. Just write what you want to write in your leisure. You will discover yourself by writing and one day really reward yourself to know that really you  have much more like each one to present before the world. So, be happy.

second mistake is your decision. so, be brave... book is the best friend to advice and history is the best...may be your own history it will show you the path and future will certainly welcome you.

we have good feelings and bad feelings good feelings to walk a step ahead and bad feelings to shed tear in some corner. however, we feel and that is our fate to know good and bad our enduring capacity is more important in all feelings let us end the bitterness to unveil joy

what is in name? you can give any name for any character without deep thought. writing is the rhythms of your life. look and write ...the only option in your hand to be a writer.

Even in your gloom you can go ahead with your unique thought to create your own world and live there with rich thoughts. only you have to leave your pride and accept the joy around you to catch the positive thoughts from the dark negatives. you can only have the glimpses of stars in deep darkness. so, in your trouble you can feel the strength of escapes and catch them without second thought to escape the hurdles. you will be unique winner to smell the smile.

finding a space for writing is always hard for a writer who has day job. and the person who works in home  and  in office is the song of melancholy.  where the space and time to paint the creativity dancing in the mind and capturing the heart?  one moment and one line can never satisfy the thirst. only little satisfaction to argue for the modern art may not be a classic. one line... the girl is after the butterfly from so many years... never she caught it and pursued  it with lullaby to be her friend... the day became cloudy and night were with dread dreams... but, no time to make it a great story except lonely whispers wandering how the novel can reach to the reader or touch the climax and slowly look the ending point. however begin and end points are close to each other like best friend ever in this world as everything is a circle. still time plays a great role.  kill the time, time will definitely kill you. still thin...

what is present will be past within no time. so, in the given period you have to plan your time. behind the glass window it was raining cats and dog, but,  the mind had its freedom to move anywhere. I just meet my friend writing her new novel with serious mood, and I talked with her in mobile phone. she told, ' whether I am free to move physically and wet in the rain' I replied 'no'. she laughed a lot and invited me  to have a cup of tea in her philosophical chamber of discoveries. I could not resist myself and went. we shared tea with a jolly mood looking outside the dance of dragonfly. the essence of the day was very philosophical really. 'freedom within  and outside with rules and regulations of society and without such rules'. now yes, that present is already past and a thing to remember and smile.

It is easy to remain silent... let burden make chaos and pass away... change is the soul of life... wait and see what time want to gift you... don't be panic as everything will go away with the time. have faith in yourself and step forward. recognize your goal and utilise the opportunity... worship time time is money...

universe is in you its not a thing to be worried, or say the environment was not so amusing, its usual time will pass away with little touch passionate or ordinary to discuss. in the cloudy evening the pitter pattar sound is the only song to share and celebrate... let mind flew away and feel the touch of unseen horizon. at best I can say with vow, you are not alone as universe is in you...

writing letter is an art.  today I wrote a letter to my writer friend. she is excited to get it.  may be after two or three days she will receive it.  but, it is a discovery to feel  a beautiful path  that is in present scenario useless for so many.  during writing I experienced  the talk and arguments  between my heart and mind.  smile normally danced on my lips. suddenly I felt myself in the age of my school days.  I deeply felt the rhythms and voice of joys and sorrows.  new awakening I experienced.   writing letter is better than writing diary.

Thought of approaching evening what if I will not think about the past already over and burdened my thought with laughers and sorrows! but, everything already happened, taught me to live a life. The glimpses of childhood the days in countryside, the miracles of starry nights and the howls of wolf of jangle, everything still in my memory to smile in leisure. Living with smile is the only wish.

Freedom is the only sweet word ever a man can have. Never misuse it . It is the strength and peace as well as kindness. Respect its feeling and help each other to discover the joy of civilization.

look into the world the world is a ground where you have to take your own part to play. like an artist merge with your art, as you are the creation of light and your wish is to meet the eternal peace and joy. you can discover it with your own ability already planted in you to discover and amaze. don't fear for your sustainability... you are here to step forward. never feel you are alone and in darkness of sorrows and so many hurdles... you can see the glimpses of hope still there waiting for you. look into the world differently and be a joyful being to achieve and smile. You are really unique.

even if inside Hesitations we have to walk with barrios without barrios 'cause this is life. keep walking...

we all are prisoner of course but in pursuit of eternal peace, destroy horror discover joy inside

How to write... leaving all dream outside the garden of thought focusing on the spell ' how to write...' engrossed the soul each day to wake up  and sleep inside the boring net of ' how to write' if this will be the fate of a soul with great wish to be a writer, century will pass, civilisation just burst and fade away with smiling mock the soul will never be a writer. ah! amid the swirling passion the path here is the moments of glory, open to all for taking a generous flight, may be a minute is enough in the coffee house or under the shadow of coconut tree enough is there in the chirping nature to look and paint your canvas with pleasurable colours, none here to break your cosmic dance you are welcome for deep penance... now you discover your heart bleeding the creativity passionate, a friend like, for your pleasure and deserted silence.

I don't know what you really wish to do? but, look...  time is stepping forward like a stallion never to look back to support your dream and wishes, you are your own destiny maker your each move will add your happiness.

wild tree little sunshine over the green leafs, then, over the soft petals of the yellow bud yet to open its eyes. ah! the nature, always beautiful, inspiring, acceptable, we are all part of it...

It is not advisable to read every day ‘how to write?’ Thing is you have to write if you want to be a writer. Write when your soul wants to share your feelings to the world  like how you are talking with a friend. Don’t hesitate, just go on telling, writing, and just share your emotion. Don’t think to be a great writer, as you are already great... you are open to the world, world will definitely listen you.

none around immersed boat silent snowy mountain eyewitness none around under the dead sky to shed tear ©  Sarojini Pattayat   

Meditation helps. Give 15minutes for meditation. It will relax you from your pressure. It is not a medicine . It is the way of giving little care to yourself, to your inner soul. Believe, it works. I don't wish you to think about God during meditation. Just enjoy it and think about your life and goal. Attract positive vibrations of this amazing world and relax. drop by drop accumulate the glitters of joy as you are the creator's mysterious gift, you are the power your are the luck never upset you are born to win.

In Leisure   When in leisure I listen my poetries I feel my existence in this world has a purpose. Amid the darkness... rays of hope spark to put remarkable step ahead. Its raining outside; everywhere creativity sprouts; Colours of life touching the darkness support the nature to bloom again. Its amazing... mysterious also, Life, mortals, and all arguments; Putting every scrap in the question dustbin soul desires to quench the thirst of bliss in opaque. Let me unveil... my tires of vision, where I have lift unsolved riddles, listening poetries, the talk of my soul, aromatic touches and wistful dream. Now the longing is at the vanishing end.                            Free Verse

The rumbles and whispers Cloud all over the sky; In meadow bugs are moving for raindrops.

ମୁଁ ଏବେ ଏଇଠି ବସିଛି , ସନ୍ଧ୍ୟା ଆସୁଛି ତାର ଚିରାଚରିତ ପ୍ରଥାରେ । ମୋ ଟେବୁଲ ଉପରେ କିଛି ଫାଇଲ ଅଛି । ମତେ ଆଉରି ପସିବାକୁ ହେବ ଫାଇଲ ଭିତରେ । ସେଥିପାଇଁ ସମୟ ଆଜି ନାହିଁ । କାନ୍ଥ ଘଣ୍ଟାର ଶବ୍ଦ କହୁଛି କିଛି ଲେଖିବାକୁ , କାରଣ ଏଇ ସମୟ   କାଲିକୁ ଆଉ ନଥିବ ।   ଝର୍କା ଡେଇଁ ଗଲେ ମୁଁ ଛୁଇଁବି ବଣୁଆ ଗଛର ଫୁଲ ସେତିକି ତ ...ଦରକାର ଏଇଠି ବସି ବସି ପଥର ହେବା କି ଦରକାର ଏମିତି ତ ତିଆରି ହୋଇସାରିଛି କୋଣାର୍କ ...

On writing I don’t want to know how you became the great writer. My concern is how you described your moments.   We are talking desperately in any subject, still unable to write about them. So, in my opinion writing dialogue is more easy than describing.   Thus,   at the end of day   if I am unable to describe, let me write some dialogue to satisfy my urge of writing.   Anyhow   if my inner self wishes   to have satisfaction in writing, then my sole job is   to write and express feelings in any mode. x- how are you ? y- well. x- have you ever missed me ? y- never. X(with a sigh)-But, I missed you a lot. y-(with a smile)That is your problem. x- In my opinion true friend should miss each other. y- why? x- I don’t know, but I think we should. y- In my opinion we should not miss each other. Rather we should write down every sighs in paper and relax. x-(smile)okay...may ...

In the pool of boredom I found the reflection of moon not at all easy to trap. It happens when ominous verses encircle you with ugly thoughts to cripple your soul. ... I didn’t wish to follow the fast moving time to catch the sunshine and store them in my feeble mindset for the upcoming birth. I know each step here is the step towards the end that is inevitable and easy also. Amid confusion I collected my scattered memories and created the unreached heaven again to grim and win. copywrite Sarojini Pattayat.

ଅବଶୋଷ ମୋର ସୁରମା ସହିତ ପ୍ରତି ଦିନ ଦେଖା ହେଉଥିଲା ବସ ଷ୍ଟୋପେଜ ରେ । ଦେଖାହେଲେ ସେ ଖୁବ ଖୁସି ହେଉଥିଲା । ଆମେ ଗପୁଥିଲୁ ଦେଶର ଚର୍ଚିତ ଖବର ଉପରେ । ଅନେକ ସମୟରେ ଗପସପ ମଝିରେ ପଶି ଆସୁଥିଲା ସେଇଠି ବୁଲୁ ଥିବା ପାଗଳି । ପାଗଳି ଯେ କେବେ ହେଲେ ପ୍ରଥମରୁ ପାଗଳାମିର ଶିକାର ହୋଇ ନଥିବ ତାହା ହିଁ ସତ୍ୟଥିଲା । ମନେ ହେଉଥିଲା ଆମେ ବି ଦିନେ ଏଇଭଳି ଅବସ୍ଥାରେ ଯେ ନ ପହଞ୍ଚିବୁ ବୋଲି କୌଣସି ଗ୍ୟାରେଣ୍ଟି ନାହି । ତେବେ ସୁରମା ଏସବୁକୁ ବେଶି ଗୁରୁତ୍ଵ ଦେଉନଥିଲା । ବିତିଗଲା ଅନେକ ବର୍ଷ । ମୋ ଚଷମା ର ପାୱାର ବଦଳିଲା, ମୋ ସହର ବି ବଦଳିଗଲା । ହେଲେ ସୁରମା ସେମିତି ହି ଥିଲା ମୋ ମନ ଭିତରେ। କୌଣସି କାରଣରୁ ମତେ ପୁଣି ଆସିବାକୁ ହେଲା ମୋ ପୁରୁଣା ସହରକୁ । ହଠାତ ଦେଖାହେଲା ସୁରମା । ମୋତେ ସେ ଦିଖି ସେମିତି କିଛି ଖୁସି ହେଲବୋଲି ମୁଁ ଅନୁଭବ କଲି ନାହି । ମୁଁ ଫେରିଆସିଲି । ଏବେ ଭାବୁଛି ତାସହିତ କେବେ ଦେଖାହୋଇନଥାନ୍ତା ଯଦି ଭଲହୋଇଥାନ୍ତା ।

ଅନେକ ଦିନ ତଳେ ଠିକ ଏଇଠି ଆମେ ଗପିଥିଲେ କବିତାର କଥା । ତେବେ ତୁମେ ମନେରଖିଛ କି ନା ମୁଁ ଜଣିନାହିଁ । ସେଦିନ ବି ଖୁବ ବର୍ଷା ହୋଇଥିଲା , ମାଟିରେ ଥିଲା ମହକ ; ସନ୍ଧ୍ୟା ର ଆକାଶ ଦେହରେ ଥିଲା ଅନେକ ରଙ୍ଗ । ଆମେ ଖୁବ ଗପିଥିଲେ । କେହି ଜଣେ ପଚାରି ଥିଲେ ତୁମେ ସବୁ କଣ ଗପ? ଆମେ କେବଳ ହସି ଦେଇଥିଲେ ପ୍ରତ୍ୟୁତରରେ । ଏମିତି ବି ଜୀବନ ବାହିଯାଏ ନଈ ଟିଏ ହୋଇ ପ୍ରତିଦିନ ଫୋଟ ହୋଇ ଝୁଲେ କାନ୍ଥ ରେ , ଋତୁ ଚକ୍ରରେ ଜୀବନ ଛୁଏ ଦିଗନ୍ତ । ସେଇ ଜମ୍ବୁ ଗଛ ତଳର ଗପ ସବୁ ଆକାଶର ମେଘହୁଏ ଖୁବ ନିଜର ମନେହୁଏ ଜୀବନ । sarojini Pattayat.28/06/2016

In the doom You are broken inside In your voice unending pain I felt In the lap of nature Wavy mysteries blooms every time to accommodate yours feeling. Then, Why did to repent the remnant past Walk on and on to enjoy the life; In the doom; You will be the winner anyway.

ଅନେକ ଦିନ ପରେ କବିତା ଲେଖିବାକୁ ଇଚ୍ଛା ହେଲ। ଅନେକ ଦିନ ପରେ କବିତା ଲେଖିବାକୁ ଇଚ୍ଛା ହେଲ। । କବିତା ଲେଖିବାର ମାହୋଲ ଥିଲା ସତରେ, କିନ୍ତୁ କବିତା ଜମା ଆସୁନଥିଲା । ମୋ ଅଫିସ ଚାମ୍ବର କୁ ଲାଗି ଛିଡା ହୋଇଥିଲା କୃଷ୍ଣଚୂଡା ଗଛ ଟିଏ । ମୌସମୀ ବର୍ଷା ରେ ତାର ପ୍ରତିଟି ପତ୍ର ଦେହରୁ ଧୁଳି ଧୋଇ ଯାଇଥିଲା । ମୋର ମନେ ହେଲା, ସେ କଣ ସତରେ ତାର ଅତୀତକୁ ଭଲରୂପେ ଧୋଇ ଦେଇଛି ନୂଆ କିଛି ଲେଖିବାକୁ । ଏମିତି ଏକ ମାହୋଲ ରେ କବିତା ଲେଖିବାକୁ ଇଚ୍ଛା ତ ହେଲା , ତଥାପି ଲେଖି ହେଉ ନଥିଲା କବିତା । ମୁଁ ଦେଖୁଥିଲି ତୁ ଭିଜିଛୁ ମୌସମୀ ବର୍ଷରେ ତୋ ଦେହର ଧୁଳି ବହି ଯାଇଛି ଅତୀତର ଦୁଃସ୍ଵପ୍ନ ଭଳି ଆକ୍ତାମାକ୍ତା ହୋଇ ଭିଜିଛୁ ତୁ, ଏବେ ଆଉଥରେ ନୂଆ ଜୀବନ ଟିଏ ବଞ୍ଚିବୁ ବୋଲି ତେବେ... ମୁଁ ଭାବୁଛି ଆଉ ଗୋଟେ କଥା; ଏଇ ଦୁନିଆ ର ଆଖି କଣ ତୋତେ ନୂଆ କରି ଦେଖିବ ! ନୂଆ କରି ପଥର ଦେହରେ କି ଫୁଟାଇ ପାରିବୁ ଫୁଲଟିଏ !! ନୂଆ କରି କଣ ଲେଖି ପାରିବୁ ଜୀବନଟିଏ !!! ନୂଆ କରି କିଏ ସାହସ ଦେବ ଆଉ ଥରେ ବଞ୍ଚିବାକୁ : ଏଠି ତ ସଭିଏଁ ସ୍ଵାର୍ଥପର ; ଭୟ ଲାଗୁଛି ସମୀକ୍ଷା କରିବାକୁ ତୋର ସ୍ଵପ୍ନା ଆଉ ଭାବନାର ଦିଗ ସେଥିପାଇଁ ମୁଁ ଚୁପ ଚାପ ବସିଛି ମୋ ନାଆ ର...

Health is wealth  You have to give yourself little time to look after your health. This is the reason why our rishis advised us to follow good diet and practice yoga. You can not achieve success in your life and pursuit your dream without good health. It is your body that will provide you facility to achieve your goal. If you are a unhealthy person you can never get potential energy to care your dream. Avoid wrong diet whatever it may be and remain fit to walk in your life with positive outlook.

Even if it is hard, do what your soul wants. recognize your goal and without fear go ahead. Be positive to get inspirations.

try to relax in this week end

Learners are the winner

“ When you do things from your soul,  you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” ― Rumi In this drifting evening I am facing myself A bowl of emptiness I am painting with my senses. Beads of moment is  my treasure Nature's voice is my inspiration, A bunch of wild flower is waiting for my smile there... Living a day I am still depressed.  

From my chamber, you will find little space to peer, For me each day is the penance and each evening is the pool of depression. A sigh of not achieving the goal. Living a parallel life a day job and a authors dream... Is not it funny!

my silence tears are the pearls of the moment barren sky is the poet of your heart, your voice is the song of my poor soul I listen them when we are apart.

Selfishness I don't want to put definition of selfishness at this moment. Rather, I want to say, what will happen if I will be selfish ? I know for my selfishness the world is not going to face a vigorous  change. But, I will save good amount of time for my own use. Time is priceless and to save it we should be selfish. We should utilise our time for productivity. We should utilise it for our  lasting pleasure. hmm... In the meanwhile I have to sip a cup of hot chai to prepare my mind to work proper, I mean  to continue the flow of words. Ha...ha... It continued without any blockage. I am now inside a problem of accepting  quoted price, and as per rule lowest one has to be selected. okay everything will be done within the rule. Let us now come again to the point ' selfishness '. Selfishness is not at all a jewel to wear,but matter of argument is, why not we will be selfish to see our work done or achieve our goal. Each goal sh...

If I will not say In the world of difference if I am not unveiling myself it will drag me to the corner of more darkness… a corner what I may name it as hell in this earth. Hell or heaven it is your own mindset, that is, how you have lived your life or how you have planned to live or how you wish to plan a target. Besides, society has already divided you in pieces with colors of caste ism, racism, man, woman, religion and so many ism. Still with colors of isms we are advancing to draw the most sophisticated civilization of openness. Let us be hopeful not to be influenced by the age old rules of social bondage and in the sunny path of life, let us contribute only for humanity. This is the only escape to reduce the depression inside us. Over the above clarified foundation we can built the castle of love to humanity. That will be fine and the single rule here is love without any expectation. Human being is the most satisfying,and complected creation of the Go...

"Fear" You can't avoid it... You have to avoid  to take your next step, to unveil your own luck... you have to avoid fear.

ଯଦିବା କଥାଟା ସେମିତି ଗୁରୁତର ନ ଥିଲା , ତଥାପି ମତେ ଭାବିବାକୁ ପଡିଥିଲା ସମୟ ଟିକେ ଦେଇ । ମୁଁ   କିଛି ବୁଝେନି ବୋଲି   ତା ମନରେ ଥିବା ଧାରଣାକୁ ମୁଁ ଚାହିଁ   ଥିଲି ଆଉ ଥରେ   ନ ଆସୁ ।   ରଶ୍ମୀ ଅପା ସେମିତି ଛିଡା ହୋଇଥିଲା ଖୁଣ୍ଟଟିଏ ଭଳି ସ୍କୁଲ ପାଖ ବରଗଛ ଛାଇରେ ମୋ ସହିତ ।

girl with her puppy   girl with her puppy in the lap of wild blossoms listening to each other beautiful picture prompt. I love it © right , Sarojini Pattayat   

I, and my pen From the dreary stone age netting into the present, the sucking sermon, in the lap of serenity composing the verse of life I, and my pen. Have you ever heard the morning rhythm, the days, dance, the evening gesture and the night’s hugging moments? If yes, you are sucking, the pleasures and pain alike, and pen is the friend of that creative hour in silence, travelling... a blushing gypsy. © right now , Sarojini Pattayat   

Sweet, Sweeter, Sweetest Cloudy morning, Sunny morning, Sweet morning, whatever you want, you can paint it in your mysterious mind. Actually the attitude of your mind plays a major role in experiencing your own joy and bliss. It is the mind, that plan your fate and  your fate is your own creation. Let us prepare morning tea[ tea can be taken at any time of day, but to a limited amount...three cup in a day is enough] for one cup *** mix 1/4th of cup of milk with 3/4th cup of water, then boil. Add ginger as per your taste. Add tea leaf. Bring  a cup... pour sugar as per your habit[less is good]. Pour above mixture. Then...  sip calmly. You will find your tea  from sweet, to sweeter, then sweetest .

ଜୀବନରେ ଅନେକ କଥାକୁ ସାମ୍ନା କରୁ କରୁ ମନରେ ଆସେ ଅନେକ ତରଙ୍ଗ। କେବେ କେବେ ମନେହୁଏ ସତରେ ଆମେ ଦିନେ ଚାଲିଯିବାନା? ଚାଲିଯିବା କଥା ଭାବିଲେ ବି ସେମିତି କିଛି ମନେ ହୁଏନାହିଁ । ତେବେ ଆମେ ଯେ ଏଠାରୁ ଚାଲିଯିବା, ଏହାହିଁ ଧ୍ରୁବ ସତ୍ୟ । ବୋଧହୁଏ ଏଭଳି କିଛି କଥାହିଁ ମତେ ପ୍ରେରଣା ଦେଇଥିଲା ଏଇ ଲେଖାଲେଖି ଭିତରକୁ ଆସିବା ପାଇଁ।

To adore you Walking inside the zone of sacrifices you are lonely in the path of life, Stepping slowly towards unveiled future lots of dream, still waiting for you. Amid the remnant of present losing your pastel smile, You are vanishing, O’ lady in the darkness of umbrella. But, There are colors for your latest painting, whirling... Please, Take departure from the gloom... Verse is gleaming to adore you.

My journey-07/06/2016- Tues day 1- wrote one personal essay 2- attended a meeting  Face book is consuming more time. I have to draw a plan rather.

My journey 06-06-2016 Little bit selfish today. 1. submitted two no of literary assignment 2. translate three no of hiku 3. had meeting with an editor of literary magazine 4. trying to complete the reading of ' game of thrones' of George Martin to earn extra miles you have to be little bit selfish

Dragon fly I am not at all interested to write memoir. Revealing the truth …Ah! it is horrible. May be some truth will make you the bad man. Often I think what blocks people not to endure the truth, while whole universe is full of good and bad. Hey… it is too psychological. Rather, I should write a story of dragon flies, colorful and amazing. One day with Priya I was on the fifth floor of the office building. Her work place was not so comfortable in the summer, but in rainy day it turns into a magical place to enjoy and get revelation.After sipping tea I looked outside the window. Some dragon flies were flying there to bring the memory of my childhood. ‘’Priya, do you know , I have deep relation with these dragon flies.’ ‘Is it true. I also have their memory.’ ‘The universal truth is, each one of us have a story to tell about dragon flies.’ ‘ Yes, you are right.Let us write about them.’ ‘You mean a memory.’ ‘No, I mean a story with truth.’ I brough...

story of Renu It is not at all a big story. It is a story of my friend Renu. ... One fine morning as usual she went to her office with a wish to achieve her target to write a great story. She entered into her office chamber and told her orderly to not allow any one to her office chamber without her permission. She looked at her table, and with thoughtful mood sat. After sometime, she felt inspirations flowing in her mind to dance on the key board to write her remarkable story. She amazed, how flowery words were flowing down like the water of a long waiting stream with the hope to meet the dead end. it was obvious for her, as she had already read a lot on writing in the internet, and already meet awesome writer through their books.She wanted to write a fantasy. She called her orderly to prepare a cup of hot coffee to get more inspiration. Her orderly after few moment served her the hot coffee. Sipping coffee, she dreamed a land full of jasmine flowers and butterfly....

1-Read the essay on Master Basho. He was really an inspiration to each poet. 2-Now we are discussing about our student life in  university. 3- " looking at the sky. It was cloudy and full of passion'--one line from my next story

read Matsuo Basho edited five no of stories wrote haiku[2 no] chaired a meeting outlined a story I will now gift myself to attract inspiration for my writing. gloomy weather...more sweating...

Don't know what makes me to loose confidence. Loosing confidence is  dreadful . Each time self motivation is necessary. You can inspire yourself  ... look outside, go for a walk... listen music... make yourself giggle like a child... its necessary to energize your inner strength. My sole aim is to be a good writer... a satisfying writer...a voracious reader... Its not at all easy. You have to use your time like money[in reality time is priceless]... because, for us time is only 24hours. So, I think, I can share more in future date to the world. 

The shadow  

how can I... how can I admit you as my possession? time is enveloping me like a slow poison I am meeting the evening star over the horizon. In my garden lots of aroma... roses are blooming mysteriously; but, I am smelling the last event of life

fragment Between us, a fragment... beyond the knowledge to love and live. A mysterious telepathy each day killing our soul. A dream to cross the tulip garden and cuddle you blooming. Aha! your miss call a downpour in the wasteland.

of course I know, she is not absconded. She may be in some valley in search of inspirations. But, real joy will reach my heart when she will describe her journey in some evening near the sea beach. She had gifted me some red rose. Her gift always surprised me to smile in my dark chamber. I want to describe everything, time is very less. ... Let me first cross the milky way. [c] sarojini pattayat

water Everywhere the smell of desert the hope is sleeping in the dream of water alone we can't achieve... unitedly human can survive. Nature want the care and compassion, Let's understand its bare feeling, as we are its part and supreme its our responsibility to adjust the grieves. Under the sky clouds are flying beyond our dream, the anger of god to endure with patience... To explore the life may be the only goal in the barbed wire humming bird we are. water... the life, the dream of coolness, will be the illusion...  if...  we destroy our conscience, May be, still there is some hope we can save our glittering civilization.

the pool Summer... brought the memory of the little pool of my village. It was cool... fragrant, and full of childhood thoughts. But, our hunger for more place destroyed its sanctity. Now a building is there, and the pool is dancing in my dream

happy poetry month

haiku mid summer in the city park a dead sprinkler

wild forest aroma of life resides

late evening full moon beside the bustling city 

Pressure makes a man perfect I was in my office chamber, fully depending on my subordinates, without any pressure, thinking that, I am in the right path. But, depending upon the subordinate remains in the book of fool. You have to learn  and master the business yourself and face the hurdles. My higher authority wanted me to give a presentation  within one hour. I had no way. I prepared the document myself and presented  that in the meeting. It was not perfect, yet it satisfied my authority that I did the job in right time. So, may be your subordinates are intelligent and have ability to help you, you should develop yourself to run and win.

Your life is your mirror, your own creation. Have confidence and make your life what you really want.

If I am Your Lover In the moonlit night I waited you... I wish you are there to love me, Oh! My love.   In each season I want your passionate presence, I want you very close to my heart Oh! My love. With the rhythmic steps of life We are flowing with grieves and joys Can we ever discussed our love to each other? Oh! My love... I am waiting you for my last sigh and for my last dream to gift you....

A girl was there with lots of dream in her eyes to live a successful life. She was looking at the nature with her dreamy eyes, had passion to mingle in it. But, what really she got? You can unveil, if you really walk hand in hand with me.Let us explore the world with that girl. Let us bless her to achieve and live a successful life.

Mastering an Art The cobbler in his tiny cabin, amid new and old shoes, within the smell, he usually tolerated from years mastering the art without any more reward smiling like a child after reaching the finishing point of the day. His smile can be felt as blessings. He will sleep in his small room with bliss to have the strength for the next day. Mastering the art ... for the purest smile, is not a child's play. To be a master deadly struggle is the only way.

On writing poetry Writing poetry is the way to have bliss. It is the most interesting section of literature. It will teach to look life differently. it is one kind of penance. A poet has ability to see the bliss in very bad situation. So, write poem or read them to get the solutions of life. my office chamber coolness embracing the spring when window slides

Listen more to make a plan

Be serious to your work

...knowing you is not a miracle, but, a pause to inhale your beauty... Bikash opened the door with anxiety and found Payal there with her dreamy eyes. He shocked and gazed with fool like gesture. "-Don't you want me to enter into your cool laboratory. "little satire was in her weaver voice.   

Nature of human being Bikash knows, the nature of people changes with the time . With thoughts dancing in his mind he wrote... 1. Change is the vital phenomenon in this earth 2. Change comes to the human being more often than any other species. 3. Human mind grows every moment to get adjusted to the nature. 4. Nature wants peace and harmony. So accordingly human being should change . 5. Nature has created human being for its own reason. That should be felt by each human being.  Bikash wanted to write down everything. but, the knock on his door diverted him to stand up and attend the person at the door.

The world Time was not passing. Bikash looked at his wall clock. He again looked at the computer screen. He wanted the time to run speedily. But, it was not happening . He felt the time for him was unending. He had no friend, no one was there to talk  or receive his call.  He was missing something , very close to his heart. He wanted to be the child again, be the lover again waiting Riya inside the park nearby after class. He went to his small kitchen , prepared two cup of black coffee. He kept one cup of coffee before him and sip another cup of coffee silently. He has to live his life in this way. He has made his world like this. It is his way to live. He wanted this mechanical life, really it was the aim of his life. Then, what for such loneliness? He was no way unsocial. He has enough thought for society and people. may be this situation is the first step towards penance. A soft smile danced on his lips. Now he felt somethin...

prologue no one knows who will cross your path in silence someone is following let me unveil... let me unveil the dreams; each has its throb to giggle and cry... yes, someone in shadow following . nothing to desire. let me paint his heart of dreams. let me respect his time and dream. soon I will gift you a novel to recall in your solitude. happy writing...

Arthritis... Ah!! A life with pain, A life with dreams and hope, A life with poems... Make sure that, your pain is to compose poetry... Look towards nature... Hopes of life is there to hold you , to give you strength . Life is the mystery , a poem beyond your own imagination. Wait and watch.

Accept that you are unique. Face the challenges of life. Never waste the time. It is precious. Give some time for your health. Never think yourself alone. Love the nature.

Working is not enough to be successful in the life. You should make yourself updated and face the life as per the demand of time. Be presentable and understand the language of the moment. Never hesitate to accept the truth. Be polite. Don't be so open that, all will challenge your personality. Keep something secret to be a responsible person.

No one can deny the nature as the mother of endless joy. Let us feel it and inhale the beauty to destroy the grieves forever. 

The faith of God is the strength to face the world.

Love yourself...

I want to see in your eyes. The statement is logical no doubt, but it also attracts  a word like 'emotion.' In the world of love, this statement is very important. It brings sensation and feelings of love forever. However, love is the mystery. No one ever have a complete definition of love. So, always accept the universal truth to be confident in your work and life.

barren paddy field a crow over the coconut branch loneliness sarojini pattayat.19/01/2016

JOY is in you. ---------------- More or less, we have no scientific device to enhance the joy.  It is purely logical. You are responsible for your own mood, your own happiness and agony. I think it is your own strategy to feel and make your world as you like.  No one is responsible for your agony except some.  Most of the case happens as you wish. So, wishing something means you should wish consciously, seriously.  Wishing carelessly means you are planting a seed to bring harm to you. We are all the part of nature.  We should train ourselves to learn the indication of the nature around us. The nature is all things including the people around us. Let us study all to avoid pain and embrace bliss. Thanks.

I was really not tired. But the feeling was there as I reached to a point.Beyond that there was the unending field of literature to run,and this feeling made me tired not to write a single word.So many doubts encircled me to make myself more lazy. Someone inside me argued-'hi, can you complete your run in this birth?. I startled , and felt the tiredness in my each cell. Í looked around and not found anyone to listen me except my own heart. I said,-"hmm, I cann't run, may be can gather my all strength to jump.' The chilhood memory danced in me. Yeah, i was taking part in jumping competition, can jump, can't run. If I will run, I will not win. But if I will jump, I may win or if not win, I can enjoy the jump. The mind just took a flight to feel the utmost colour of the universe. sarojini pattayat.18/01/

Walk ... someone is there to open the door, don't hesitate don't remain in panic. Don't close the window of learning, don't think yourself a fool, we are here to perform our side, Someone is there to judge. Feel... You are the special, You are the nature, You are the blessed one here to do something best, Destiny has already there to help you, You are not like any other You are yourself the special, Don't think to be like any other, Each one here is the special creation. Just walk... Someone is there to open the door.

SILENT SPECTATOR "One day I will meet you to listen about my last birth" In the cool darkest moment you will be there to accompany me with all serenity... I will leave the place without second thought to walk with you... Your soft friendly smile will be my only desire... And everything around me is just an illussion  here... So... each day is the new day of your's plan ... to overcome and feel the moments like a silent spectator. sarojini pattayat.12/01/2016

People normally don't accept change. Reasons: 1. They fears. 2. They just wants to remain with old pattern. But if you will deeply observe, you will astonish to know that nature always changes. And we can also find the changes in our social values. So, changing is the other name of life. We should accept it to maintain our own value.

Discovering yourself From many days... I am trying to discover I' really interesting to look into your own heart. My I is inside the illusion to be immortal... I astonished towards the crazy I, Oh, Alas! I is not understanding any of my statement, To be immortal is its only aim...

Now look ... Amid the earthquake within the vanished city what remained was not to tolerate. The anger of nature... 

Wandering ... Its twenty minutes past Four... the December evening creeping in, the oyster... the city is full of graphitise, good and bad, erotic or religious, nothing to worry... I'm at the topes, wandering where the love and peace have veiled there face.  

The silence suffering by cough I am out from the talking world... really talking with real I within...  a world is there,in its pure colours and beauty. I am happy... viewing the place of compassion, and marvel for what I was longing... the moments of silence is more closer to my soul, the nature is mysterious here..  enveloping all the grieves: life here is the unending joy.

Journey ..... Each journey ends one day, whatever may be the hurdle, and without hurdle journey can never be interesting. Life is also a journey, you can define it as the bunch of different colourful journeys . To make life meaningful, we should paint it with different colours. Colours of life are the moments that we live...we feel... the joys...the grieves...the hurdles...the quarrels ...the giggles, the hugs and also the kisses...and many thing...you yourself can discover from the stream of unending time. If I will stand before the canvas, I have to paint something. And canvas is nothing , but the life itself. Paint it... that's all the aim. Journey, or the canvas, its your own pleasure to make it colourful... So, walk and touch the horizon. sarojini 2/1/2016 Odisha