Monthly Archives: April 2014

Be the change you want to see


Free of the ego cage of desires,
bulwarked by “i” , “me” and “mine”,
Leaving this confusion of identity,
I walk on the golden dust of time.

Breathing peacefully the emotions I go through,
Thinking over the deception of life and soul,
I feel the touch of divine power is nothing but
a string binding together my body and my soul.

The deepest core of breath I take focuses,
Life then becomes different – Diaspora towering recoils,
Sweetened Elixir of a new Me flows through as I recline.

Incredible were the legends that I wished to follow,
Maybe I too would be recognized as the someone by like that.
Perhaps I have to be the change I want to see in this daylight.


liberation from Colorism


Ubiquitous is color in varied shades and tones.
Like death and taxes, impossible to miss the goal!
Colors sway thinking patterns,change actions ,
soothe or irritate thus often decides choice while shopping.
Colors of buildings provide unique insights :
the culture and the materials available at that time.

Defined by a beautiful rainbow portrait in the spectrum
It often deceives the eye and brain by varied interpretations.
It may show power or weakness ,love or hate symbols,
it may be intense or fragile based on the painter’s intention.

Colors matter for wardrobe clothes and style.
But must not matter to discriminate humans lives.
Avoid  apartheid for thats most frightening!
for it promotes anger, envy and victimization.

A deception by definition touches everyone alike!
don’t see one as the enemy but as a person
for every individual is Unique and Beautiful
nothing is more democratic than  true logic ,
color discrimination is a tool for the evil.

Love and respect all ,look in the heart than skin tone!
For ugly are those whose actions are wrong!
Uplift your character and beliefs removing the negativity
thus bring forth true liberty in all nations alike-
free of conflict for the fundamental human right!
A world where every race and color is a citizen of humankind!


grandma’s angel world


Every grand ma’s experience is same :
Beauty ,power and valour filled,
where unicorns and fairies fly,
The good wins over evil each night.

I danced as my grandma  spoke of the enchanted place.
I saw a world through her wise words,
I wanted her not to end the fairy tale.
As she tucked me into my cozy bed ,
I would beg for I more tale of adventure
of a princess rescued or a frog turned into a king.

It is the most powerful world you see !
A world of infinite joy and echoes of laughter,
It is a secret well hidden from the technological nerds,
sighs of the bitterness drained ,a world absent of fears.
No sorrows last for long , so float in the air of thoughts!

All little angels in class write magical notes in crayons…
In a sky filled with an orange sun and a vibrant rainbow smiles.
Ladybirds ,deers and bunnies have tea party on green grass.
Enchanting and promising sweet world of imagination.

Granny would kiss me good night and tell me close my eyes.
then the fairies of night would come and fly me to their  world.
Now grown up I say thank you grandma for the care and love.
or I would have dared not dream of miracles and magic wands !



With bags packed I am ready to go,
The time soon comes for parting,
I see the rain patter on my window,
Today my room feels as my feet ….
so quiet and low

I see my reflection in the mirror
An adieu to the old is a must,
Just hold on to our memories,
For I shall be creating something new ….
cherish and share these splendid years while I turn
I have to go miles and miles away

Farewell. Farewell.Maybe the passage of time ,
dust may accumulate on the canvas of
the golden facade of memories but for sure
I know, removing the dust of time all these moments 
ever fresh will linger on…

I enter a new phase for which I am happy,
I look ahead for my past has groomed me well
installing  values both in heart and head.
It is time to say adieu…
farewell….keep well

even aching back may give satisfaction

A gymnast covers his hands in chalk during a training session before the World Gymnastic Championships in London

Sleeping I dreamt of infinite joy,
Awoke I found one needs to Toil,
Wishing is no promise to getting ,
Cursing Darkness is no answer,
One would have to light the lamp,
to open the treasure box of delight.

Mix hard work with the skills they need,
Throw in some passion as prescribed.
Taking a sleigh ride love the journey ,
for destination is just the beginning.

Heights by great men reached and kept
were attained not by sudden surprise,
but while their companions comfortably slept,
they were toiling in the dark nights ,
lit by the stars of their passions…

Ahead lie many surprises but ,
Have faith in the chosen direction.
For either life is a daring experience
or nothing worth the effort to wonder..
even aching back sometimes gives satisfaction!

Better now than in last days!



Photo Credit: TheLightworkers Home on Facebook

“When you are in the final days of your life, what will you want?
Will you hug that college degree in the walnut frame?
Will you ask to be carried to the garage so you can sit in your car?
Will you find comfort in in rereading your financial statement?
Of course not.
What will matter then will be people.
If relationships will matter most then,
Shouldn’t they matter most now?”

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Asoka : “without sorrow”

blood_knight images

Once in a far away land,
was a prince mighty and brave,
who believed faith of generations
evolves into trust for the state.

Like a ship without rudder,
Recklessly he romped the Earth.
Owning all he found and wanted even further.
He bathed in blood and intoxicated with fame:
Declared there is no one Greater.

Fleets of galleys through seas
raided each direction.
He burned the harvest fields
while his friends clapped at his jests.
Laments of pain received no care.
Arrows of desire flew everywhere.

One such battle was Kalinga,
At sunset as his flags rejoiced,
A victor he stood,like a grand statue,
In the midst of the battle.
Amid his hazy vision he saw,
only splatters of blood on this hands and face.

Just then came men in white clans chanting prayers.
Just then the prince feared death.
Just then the prince became a hermit.
He said ” Life is done, then What is death ?
This too shall pass. Victories,treasures and pain”


sweet dreams


When Belief in knights is like a rare dream,
legends and myths- seem a distant thing.
Entrailed by fairies ,myths and dragons.
Even if they exist in the dungeons of my dreams.
I secretly pray to them for a visit while I sleep.

Captured In an hourglass of forgotten time and place.
Chained in ruins and dust of castles of age.
Wise men of prophecy stare at future
using divine words and star watching.

They say dreams are not visions at night ,
but from shadowy skies are peeping echoes,
renders of images of life and sorrows.
the whole earth whirled in sweet tones..
singing meadow grass is swaying –
which even the fickle wind is obeying.

Soon wind softens and I hold my teddy close.
As silence comes at last to dwell in my chamber.
I hear its voice say “Tread carefully….for here the fairies play”

mystic haven


Fruit laden pastures greet,
As flowers shower fragrance,
Every petal here is the abode of God,
Welcome to the mystic forest haven.

Walk forward,crush the dry twigs below,
hear their cry carried in the wind.
Perhaps, the trees have awoken,
surprisingly -after a decade or more.

Termites dwell in mud skyscrapers ,
Mischievous monkeys make trees their swings.
A large hearted lion courageously fights like a knight.
While I silently follow the trail.

I feel a part of this balance.
like melted snow of a mountain ,
Like resigned leaves of Fall ,
Or newborn seeds of Spring .

I fly like a free bird. I swim in the waters of joy.
I feel the fire of lush as I kiss the ground below.
The aerial roots strengthen me for here sky is limitless.

I am hungry yet have no appetite.
I sleep in Nature’s gentle care.
While the stars sing me a lullaby.


give god your best


No one stays forever, but bless those –
whose Name stays for good.
Who toiled and loved, Inspiring awe and wonder,
and brought forth the gifts of the Creator.

They remind us Life is Holy, A precious gift to be shared.
So feast the joy of this festivity.Be a child at heart as you play.

Do learn all lessons wholeheartedly ,
Life is the most patient and tender teacher of all’ ,
Listen and be patient as you graduate .
Climb the stairs upward more .

For there is a light waiting.Smiling as you move .
Guiding and softly singing as you accomplish your goals.

Harness love and increase your score for No one stays forever-
But only does your Soul !



Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order. There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup. There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions. Don’t take life seriously. Life is not meant to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a prepaid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? …It’s OK,
Bunk few classes, score low in couple of papers, take leave from work, fall in love, fight a little with ur spouse… It’s ok… We are people, not programmed devices..! “Don’t be serious, enjoy Life as it comes”

Superb Speech by Chetan Bhagat at Symbiosis.

begin to live anew


His triumph is not just His , but mine.
As he rises to a new life.
Nothing can shake his goodness and love,
As the veil between time and eternity merge.

The rare beauty of a new life is a gift,
For now I feel immortal.
I will Live -forever in memories.
No fear for my physical body.
Regret , guilt and anger flee.
As I cling to Him with confidence.

For one art is a flight.
For one a means of win.
For one can choose hermitage,
Or try to elucidate this choice.
One can choose arms ,
Or One can Rise.

As I begin to live a dream,
I rejoice in the ultimate triumph –
of – my existence, for I believe
“I shall rise . I shall begin to live”

Love and forgive this friday


Sunlight slits open the dark clouds,
Crushing down my sins and bondage alike.
With Him we too were crucified that day –
Not as mere slaves or rebels but as Sons.

Forgiveness like a Balm to to my bruises,
My heart and soul now rejuvenated –
Speak – “Let the inner voice choose –
Forgiveness over vengeance !”

Harsh neighbors unite,
Arch rivals dialogue,
Nations come together –
As citizens of Humankind.

Judge Not ,nor be judged.
Condemn Not,nor be condemned,
But forgive and be Forgiven,
For Love is the only Balm for my pains.