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Completing 49 years

Thank you Life for 49 13 Octobers
Is aging chronological

Or spiral?

Aging is random,
In moments few,
Our mental age grew.

Is aging greying
Or growing?
It is both for some,
Making use of this privilege is true understanding.

Is aging resting

Your case,

Or resisting?

Aging is building a case

Singular, exceptional
and then resting:
For posterity, be inspiring.

Is aging sweetening
Or embittering?

Aging is a little of all,
Like so many shades
Of a shedding
Maple leaf at Fall.


Aging is choosing

To remain affectionate,

Yet to be detached,

From life's disarray,

Messy at times,

But that's life, anyway.

Aging is being

And becoming

More inwardly beautiful,

And outwardly

Silently observing,

And wisdom-gathering,

Aging is a chance for

Telling tales more,

Half stories uttering,

In whispers, in words,

Musical and gentle,

Coloured with meaning,

Aging is poem-ing

In rhythm and rhymes,

Like the morning chimes.

One more 13th October
I am blessed to see
I thank my Papa and Mummy
Always in deep gratitude for my most supportive mother.
Aging is reliving random memories
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I believe, I trust

Success
Success is the result of our genuine talent, sincere effort and strong decision to not give up before we achieve our goal. Yes. But then how is it that only few succeed while many do not, despite of the talent, effort and determination? 

We do reflect- oh the timing was not right, or some stroke of bad luck...etc.

I feel above and beyond the obvious, there are four more things- our success is attained as it is:

First, God is answering someone else's prayer.

Two, our success is fruit of our ripened past good karma.

Three, our success is a blessing recieved.

Four, our success is pre determined, our path calls us, as we are chosen to be instrumental in accomplishing larger designs for the larger good.

So is our success something to be proud of, or not?
I think actually it is better to keep our grace and have a gratitude-filled heart towards a universal supreme energy and understand our success as a rich and truly humbling experience when we count how many people indirectly or directly helped us get this success, get us here.
So ours, is then, the role of an instrument and to be chosen as an instrument we may feel gratitude, exercise detachment and show affection.
We must do what we do to
feel alive with excitement while doing our work, feel alive with joy when we accomplish, live in that moment fully and then detach and move on to something different and new- for a rolling stone gathers no moss, and well, we cannot cling to one success forever just like we cannot keep on eating sugar forever!

Taste success, devour it, savour it, then 'gargle' with humbleness and gratitude, cleaning your mind, heart and soul and keep moving on...
Move on to do more, to new beginnings!

When for no reason

Sometimes for no obvious   
Or explicable reason,
You may just feel
Your heart is heavier,
Your mood is low,
Your reflexes are slow.

Usually around this time,
Same day, same time,
In the past,
You have faced,
A devastating setback.

The heart has not forgotten,
The mind has not overcome,
But you have moved on.

At such moments,
It helps to do Pranayam.
Meditate.
Be gentle with yourself.
Do some new artwork.
Read a new poem.
Smell the flowers.
Direct your attention
To chanting or prayers
And observe meditation.

Reward yourself
With care and compassion.
Instead of avoiding
The feeling, be with it.
Accept it.
Improve on self-preservation
And self-care.

This too shall pass.
Hope you have a good life ahead.
Nature helps healing, so does Silence
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Closure

In the beginning, is the end.
At some point of time,
Its just time,
To leave a job,
To leave a relation,
To leave a nation.

Some by choice,
So we may rejoice,
While some endings
Just are meant,
Pre written, predestined.

Perhaps a reluctant exit,
A heart-heavy bye bye,
At crossroads, we arrive.

Eyes we may half close,
Refusing to face
The uncertainty upfront,
Though questions chase,
No answers to hunt.

Then tears escape,
And sighs release
Lips we may seal,
Quiet and low we feel.

Each closure
Brings emptiness too,
Ends a phase of life,
Perhaps long overdue?

Look towards the new,
Watch the morning light,
The dawn adorns
A slightly golden hue.
Soak in the sun's rays,
May your energy renew.

You are enough,
To take care of you,
To yourself, do remind
To seek and look,
You will surely find,
Hope is within you,
Courage exists there too.
Give yourself quiet time to do proper closures
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Control

Think about it
'You can never expect life to be as you would like life to be. But you can always expect the most carefully thought of ways to deal with what is thrown at you. So how you respond is the key to your own well being.
Do not rush into a reaction immediately. Take your time.
You choose to be a highly inflammable chemical or not, in the moment. Be gentle to yourself.

Increase your self control. Score high in it. Self control is a challenge. Score atleast 70% and aim 90% in 5-10 years".

Think about it.😊
Good morning Duniya!
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The Art of Leaving

Leaving is an art.

Smilingly depart.

Not all you meet qualify

For a heart-to-heart.

You can't verify

Any person or relation

'Beforehand'

Only afterwards,

You realise

How genuine they are.

Time reveals,

Always, and also

Time heals.

Leave, don't grieve,

Don't pine

For what is not,

Don't in Moha-maya

Get so caught,

Shallow human selfishness

Has no limit,

Nor measure,

Gather yourself,

Choose a closure.

The 'art of leaving',

Means moving on,

Into new worlds.

In new beginnings,

Do start believing.
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Topsy

Not a great morning, I say, but do what you can and just pray.
Ces`t la vie!
The world is at times
A bit topsy, a lot turvy,
For you or me
Or her or him,
The morning may seem,
A bit like
Coffee gone cold,
A bit like
A slightly burnt cookie,
That too without cream.

Your mood may seem low,
The sun may glare
And pale your glow,
Life may bring you,
Blow after blow.

If this be such a day,
I wish good luck
Comes your way,
Hope all the odds
You do overcome,
And find solutions,
Where there seemed none.
You’ll get there…be back in control soon! This too shall pass.
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As April approaches

Here comes April
This April:

Hold your positive thoughts longer,
It makes your words
Sweeter and stronger.
Hold your peace longer,
It makes your words calmer.
Hold onto truth forever,
It gives your words
Power.
What thoughts you keep,
That far you'll reach,
Your intent, your thoughts
Into your words will seep,
And find a place
In your speech.
Be word-conscious today onwards!
Be April 'Wise'
Not April fool,
Be 'Word-wise',
Relaxed and cool.
April goal
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For some of us

May their soul rest in eternal peace
For some of us

From this day, today,

This world will never be

The same again.

A few words unsaid,

A few tears unshed,

Will forever remain.

For some of us now on,

A hollow feeling,

An emptiness,

A sense of loss,

A long, quiet silence,

Will forever remain.

This world will never be

The same again.

To those 'some of us'

Whose hearts have broken,

I say, let us bid

Our final farewell,

To the dear departed,

Who now lies in peace

Rises to God,

No longer in pain.


Without them,

Our world will never be

The same again,

As they left quietly,

On the final journey

Rising to Paradise,

Welcomed by eternity-

Leaving with us,

Pure, precious values,

And pearls of wisdom,

And unforgettable

Moments and memories.

To those 'some of us'

Inconsolable, tearful,

Today in this unfamiliar

'Never the same again'

Wide wide world,

Those 'some of us'

Feel their absence in

This familiar homeland,

As they try their grief

To stoically withstand,

I too, with them, stand,

And pray that always

God holds their hand.
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Grief

Grief is never brief.

From it,

There's no relief.

Let it shed

From your heart,

Autumn after autumn,

Leaf after leaf,

Tear after tear,

Drop by drop.


Bare eyes,

Bare branch,

Bare heart,

Just continue to live,

Dhak-dhak, dhak-dhak,

Beat after beat...


As you walk on,

Mile after mile,

Remember:

Life is brief,

Accept grief,

With it reconcile,

Try once more to smile.
Smile

Hold peace today

Today ensure

Words are not flung,

No heart is with

Harsh words stung.


A thousand splendid

Truths we realise

When we observe silence,

And choose to be wise.


Affirm to yourself

once, twice, thrice,

Words are over-priced,

If at all I speak,

Only goodwill

And blessings,

My words ought to

Either spread or seek.


Words are meant to be

In prayers sung,

Silence is

My mother tongue,

Quiet is

My other tongue.

Speak only if you can improve upon the silence and add real value by uttering words.

This too shall heal

However lost and hurt you feel, remember impermanence.
The fact of impermanence

We ought to hold

Onto closely,

Especially awarefully,

Consciously, every day.


Impermanence in life

Does remind us

That injuries

of the heart,

body and mind

Do not hurt forever.


This new injury

Feels heavy right now,

Unbearable somehow,

But its not permanent,

Soon it will heal.



Always remember

We are all temporary,

What happens to us

Does end, does pass,

And so shall we.
Each experience, each moment is Fleeting…

Not all mornings are good.

The darkest hour is before the dawn.
Ces`t la vie
Some mornings 

A noisy silence
In your mind
But your lips smile.

Some mornings

A quiet noise
In your heart
But your lips pray.

Alternate cycles bring
A smile, as tears sting
Or tears, with a smile.

Accept.
Learn.
Detach.
Move on.
Stronger, surer.
This too shall pass

The final destination

Rishi Nitya Pragyaji.
Om Shanti. Om Shanti. Om Shanti.
Reaching to our origin.
Shunya, the eternal,
Shunya, the infinite.

Reaching to our origin.
Shunya and Silence,
Silence, the endless deep,
Death: pre-destined,
Eternal sleep.

Reaching to our origin,
Shunya, the infinite
Silence, the ultimate
Eternal Peace.
Om Shanti.
Om Shanti.
Om Shanti.
SHUNYA
(Shunya means ‘Zero’ in Sanskrit)
Reaching to our origin

Morning of Memories

Memories are like mountains
The fog hides them all
And the sun
Reveals as we recall.

Some days memories
Play hide and seek,
A clouded mind
Struggles for detail;
Other days, memories
Refuse to leave,
All visuals you retrieve.

Memories.
Mountains far and near
Sometimes a smile,
Sometimes a tear.


Fog-hidden Al Hajar mountains

Re-think and relax about health

Walk down any hospital ward.
You will find patients of all shapes, sizes, ages with different maladies. A sportsperson has a spine surgery, so does an accident victim and so does a housewife bending to pick up toys - spine surgery when she has had a slip disc. A person who religiously did Yoga, went to the Gym, also ends up with cancer like an obese person who suffered genetic obesity or hormone imbalance. None of us can escape pain.

So, in the end, do reflect and rethink how far one ought to be obsessed with one's shape, size, diet and lifestyle?

Reflect on health in being accepting and content as well as realistic. Live life's each moment fully in how you enjoy little things, have fun, do some mischief, sing a song along, walk on the beach,and enjoy your midnight snack with a grin that is a mile long.

That is NOT to say do not care or be mindful of your diet and exercise.Please DO CARE.


This is to say, do NOT be obsessed and fret about it.
Have your Que sera sera moments and follow your heart.

At times, its ok to leave alone some issues for time to mend, its ok to accept life with all its discomforts- physical, mental and emotional.You have to choose your battles.You need to tred light on your own heart.

Sit with your heartache.
Sit with your sadness. Feel your feelings.
Grow closer to yourSELF.

Breathe.

And then, hum-que sera sera, whatever will be, will be, the future's not ours to see.
Breathe. Just be.

What if…

Comforting thoughts
If we've lost
A near and dear one,
May we find within
Patience and solace,
That they're resting
In a better place

What if
Death was for them
Rest and relief?
They could not bear
The suffering,
Take not the pain,
So left this life
And the soul reached
A beautiful realm
Much greater, higher.

Let us perhaps
Hold this belief,
To lessen the sorrow,
A comforting thought
Maybe we can borrow.

Accept fully,
This journey
To the other realm
Follows cosmic time,
Not an age in number
As in temporal time.

A day comes

What mattered always, you must let go.

A day comes
When what mattered,
You must let go.
You just know,
You give up.

It is the day
You are just
a little less alive
But you survive.

Like the cat's
last lonely walk
around the street,
In extreme heat.
Losing hope,
To find a bite
To chew, to eat.

Both you and the cat
So much alike,
Until next dawn,
Both just survive.

Will the cat
Without the hat,
Not named Tom,
Nor pretty
Hello Kitty,
Find a fish
In a dish
Or Jerry the rat?

And you,
Will you ever
Overcome that?
The day is new but you are no longer what YOU were.