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July

  Months are arriving and leaving. Without your footprints over the bay of time , the joy of a winner you can never feel. The footprints I mean your achievements. It is not about waking up or sleeping or doing your daily work. It is about something that may make you proud. So, you have to choose and create your destiny. You have to focus. you have to learn to know your opportunities. You have to set goal, focus and achieve it.  It is not so easy. I am writing to be a good writer. But, I am not living a writer's life. Then can it be possible to walk in this way? Behind every achievement lots of hard work we can discover. Without writing one can never be a writer. This happens in each sphere of society. Without hard work and practice one can never feel the achiever's winning enjoyment. We always see the end product. We appreciate. But, we never try to know the hard work behind it. We say them lucky person and always avoid the opportunities around us due to our own lazy behavior....

God have created everything to pass away

    It was a rainy day... It was a sunny day... It was a clod day, It was winter... It was spring with koyel and flowers... All day we remember passes... Step by step... Each day  Each moment We have are precious 'cause, we never meet them again... Wonderful... God have created everything to pass away... Mortal... But its essence is mysterious, magical, musical... We can keep everything in our mind  to recall... To dream... To be wise...

Wishes

  You wished... wishes bloomed  to think and rethink sun,  dived in the west.  I planned for a novel basing on your journey from countryside to the metro city and i confused as i saw your mom still in a dark corner not knowing the world around pathetic i thought yet i blocked by negatives only to find a coy place for her in my story.

Shades 1

 It was evening. Sun was to set in the west. I was in my kitchen, but listening the busy city. I thought to have a cup of tea and relax. The evening sky was turning gold, the drifting hopes. Time was jumping towrds blurry darkness.Two birds I saw flying from west to east, perhaps returning to their nest. changing images  shades  never blocks  a fly to home. ~sarojini

Leave it

 Leave it.... the depressing thoughts, the painful truth, the far behind dreams, Think... all are well around, the paupers, the billionaires, the escapists, whole world has yet the aroma to feel good & feel peace. 

The poem of setting sun

  Sun at its height  Name, fame at each step Sun took a long sigh As steps to go down appeared. One, Two, three... "Yes, a circle of movement", sun said; Smiled, Took a jump, With joy, and colours went away, To return again and again.