Brightshare

With the rising sun Hope enters the earth With well-being for all. Don't go backward You are the child of aspirations Move forward Step by step To embrace bliss. With rising sun Birds chirp I listen That penetrates the heart And create peace in the mind For a best beginning. With rising sun I look dreams get real Karmic account attaches new karma For new achievements. I say 'pranam'  To the rising sun Enveloped with the sunshine.

The path We are walking together, The life we are living together, Can never upside down For any foolish turn and twist, As time passes like a river With all purities and impurities To make Each day a golden day And Each night a dreamy land.

I am in my office chamber and enjoying the tea. What more a writer want? But amid everything comes sudden halt, something wrong,  something like negative thoughts and happiness seems like a dream. But time never stops. It passes with lots of hope and promises. Amid everything I am queen of my own land. I am the creator and destroyer. So what prevents me! Let's walk with time, which is the ultimate friend,  philosopher and guide. 

It was a feeling... Hoping for the best. I was in the land of nightmares, In search of  a silver lining. Yeah ... I don't the looser. I discovered tiny dew drops there waiting... with lot of colours . I enjoyed and wrote a verse. He smiled. .. I smiled back. He said, " never cry.  If you will cry,  I will leave . " I asked, how will I stop it! He answerd,  " just remember me and feel my presence. " I discovered the unending journey and the bliss with Him. Yes  from that day I'm happy And always hope for the best. By Sarojini Pattayat.04/06/2014

The bird flew a little, perched over a branch of gooseberry tree. The branch trembled and settled. Some dry leafs fell down. The murmurs of breeze she felt. It was not new to Sulabha. Smile was dancing over her lips. She knows, it happens everywhere in the nature and what she observed was only a snapshot. She sighed and looked towards the old book in her hand. She  again immersed in the pages of  the old book ,but felt somewhere a deep connection between the nature and the the words written. Old book was not the singing bird. The bird was not the book. But she was flying with the old book and the bird from present to past and again to future.

it surprised me how people changes anger brusts in the battle of Covid also. over the horizon still the single star peeps to show the ultimate path to walk alone. leaving  your zon of turmoil, turning to have my abode of poetry oh once good people, live your days in peace as we are mortal. pain brings poetry I am thankful but how long to endure! one day it may burst and I may be like you in the battle swimming in the ocean of anger.

Life Never stops. And it is the responsibility Of each one of us To help it to go on. To remain in the present Is the mantra. To enjoy the present Is the weapon. No past, no future. Present is the king. Life is To experience, To enjoy, To win.