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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.
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