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Importance of Yoga And Yoga Mat

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Time And You

It was a time, without you

nasty nights and gray lights

broken ribs and dry roses.

Time Passed and I got you.

Break the rules and run with me.

Move your arm faster than sparks

Let the heart relax a little bit.

Let the cloud watching it

 when we fly above

far from their eyeballs.

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Thoughts Of A Nyctophilliac

Eyes like the devil

I knew would destroy me

Voice like velvet

I knew would make me slip

Hair a jumbled mess

Don’t know if I am blessed

An innocent look that lurks

Almost hid the devilish smirk

Rugged beard

Tough to tame

Was his heart

Too tough to claim?

Glasses covered his eyes

But nothing was hidden

Could he look into my soul

Like I could unbidden?

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Baby I Would Love To


I would love to hold you close ;



I would love to feel you

Between my ribs,always.


I would love to walk with you

On the endless lonely road.


I would love to describe you

In front of every strangers.

Babyyy …

I would love to sail with you,

With my tiny boat ,under blue moon.


I would love to  travel with you

With a unfinished map.


I would love to grow roses

In my garden only for you.


I would love to find grasses and

Daffodils  for you

Even in the deserts of this planet.

Babyyy …

I would love to be the 

Small pinkish bud of your balcony.

Rather  than being shrub

At the queens garden.


I would love to eat corn with you

Even if other offers me 

Fatty soup in frozen winter.


I would love to dream about you

Always,  even if im standing on 

My broken mountain.


I would love to be the chain 

Of your neck.


I would love to be the rain drops

That touches and moves along 

Your chicks.


I would love to love you 



I would love to write poems ,

Only for you; always.


I would love to shout for you

Day and night

Oooooo ooo ooowww


You’re the only moon 

Of my sky.


I would love to stay awake

Beside you like a crazy vagabond.


I would love to die with you

And go to haven ,together.


If i have to chose only one soul 

For my heart…….

Baibayyyy……its gotta be you

Gotta be you……

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Micro – Story : The Broken Pen And The Girl,A Untold Story From My Childhood Memories

Once upon  a time……A nine-year old kid sitting at his desk. His  name is Samir . Today he came for a scholarship exam. He never attend any examination like this. His family was not so rich. He also have two sisters. So this exam is very much important for him and his family. If he able to score good then the scholarship money will help him to buy new books this time.

Samir is talented, as well as a hard worker. Like every other boy,he loves playing in green fields. But he do not play  much because he know his father is a part time worker in a rice mill. Every day  his father works whole day ,to see  their  smile at evening.
Samir don’t know much about the world . But he wants to be famous and to earn enough money that his father can enjoy everything without working in that rice mill.

Samir was always  serious about study. He also have a good image in his school. So teachers  recommended his name for the scholarship examination.

Samir got the question paper from a old lady teacher. The room is pin drop salient because the lady teacher scolding everyone who whispered for a moment. Samir started writing. Most of the answers of the question paper he know. He starts writing.

Samir brought two ink pens. One is black another is blue. But the teacher told them to write in back pen only . He surprised by listening such instructions first time.

The exam is one hour long. Samir did well only  three questions of  five marks each are left. But one question he can’t able to complete. He was lost in some thought for a moment. Suddenly a sound of dropping pen heard by all. No body showed attention to that sound. It  was samir’s black ink pen. When he pulled out his pen from under the bench, he found the ink was broken.

Samir don’t know what to do now. He only had one black pen. Now he can’t answer remaining questions. He become very tensed. His face became dark and sweats came up on his little face.

He don’t  know anyone in this room. He was also a shy boy to unknown persons. So he can’t even asks someone  for  a extra black ink pen . Now he was feeling guilty.

He began to weep silently. Sometime latter he realized a soft push from a soft fingur. A girl sitting at the bench beside him holding a beautiful black ink pen towards him.

The girl smiled and whispered very slowly…..

“Take it and complete your answers”.

Samir was speech less for a moment. He don’t know how to give thanks to the girl. He just started looking at her with big wet eyes.
The teacher shouted “-only fifteen minutes left”. Samir then quickly turned around and started writing down firstly.

He just completed all the answers in last moment. The final bell of the exam ranged. Now all students leaving the room and shouting loud. Samir was so happy now to find someone who helped him so much.

Samir whispered to the girl with his broken voice——..

“Your…. Pen.,; ummm… Thank you very much for this”.

The girl smiled and said with joyfully “it’s ok… I’m Rini,….mmm  but for what, you are crying that time!? ”

Samir don’t know what to say, he became tensed again.
Rini placed her hand on  samir’s shoulder and said…. -“hay it is nothing, look  i  only helped you a little bit isn’t it. Lets go our parents must be waiting ”

Both walking across a passage. Rini said -” i hope you get selected for the scholarship”.

Samir asked -” why?” .. Surprisingly.

Rini replied -” ummm…. Now you are my best friend and I’ll be proud of you if you get the scholarship. Isn’t it?”
Samir smiled first time in the whole conversation ……… And they began to walk towards the gate where their parents are waiting for them………

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