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Life and arthritis Painful of course... Swelling joints, trembling hands, cheater legs, A fear, psychological and powerful to clutch you in dark depression, all negatives. Eating fruits is harmful for you, doctor opined... It's the nature blessings, mind said, It was the repeated arguments. .. I read Harry Potter Found the graveyar ds here and there, The ultimate truth The graveyard... Is not it awesome, Finding grave yards!!! Life is just a mock and living with arthrites, one adventure. I choose a best apple to eat in the breakfast. ~sp~

About  writing You have to choose your own life. If I am an author, my first job is to write. From early morning I should think about a story  and I have to research. If I am a poet, nature has immense inspiration... my job is to listen its voice and choose images. No thanks and no sorry... Walking is the best policy. ..

~three steps~ ♡♡♡ a castle♡♡♡ ■a cave■ ♢♢♢ a temple♢♢♢ ☆☆☆☆☆

All about publishing We talked a lot.  She had called me to share her thought. Of course all want to share with a wish to have a supporter to their activities.  I agreed with her all points. One point was ,  she don't want to hurt her publisher about scanty publication of her book,  moreover with imperfect proof reading with maximum spelling mistakes. She said 'let me think I have given ten thousand to some of my relative.'  I agreed with her as i know my disagreement could not be the way to get back the money from that publisher. But it again revealed me a dark side of the publication industry of my State, how publisher are cheating people. It is truly a hurdle for an aspiring writer.

~poetry month~ poetry month nature is composing verses in cuckoo's coo

Seed of war They devour for thrill. May it be war or stock exchange, They plant it. ' cause, They are keen to be immortal, In history, In parable, In myth.... In the technology,scientific and logic. What about the people,who toils in sweats and blood?? Their fate dangle in the hand of unseen in a dark corner. Sarojini Pattayat

The chirps Summer is gliding through the koyel's coo, and of course aroma of jasmine all over, In my dream also. My blurring eyes did not miss the coolness of season passing by with hot glare. Under the slanting sun brown bird was collecting gooseberry sticks to knit its nest. Compassion everywhere I felt in my tiny heart: Can I ever  deny nature's heal? It's eternal to support life in each season and stage. I glared at the sky with tears of love.