Tuesday, December 21, 2010

silent words

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all people.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;and listen to all
even to the dull and ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive people, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself to others you will become vain and bitter;
there will always be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.
But let not this blind you to the virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have the right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Friday, July 9, 2010

the cancer ward..

When it shall rain,birds will come out of their nests

they shall fly,they shall be free...

i see rain through my window pane too

can i go back soon?

The silent muttering into her mother's ear,tightly clasping her hand asking her..

"Am i going home today?"

Posted by PicasaSARAH..

A girl named Sarah from Afghanistan smiling her way fighting with leukemia...She touched my life like no one ever did..she doesn't understand my language and neither do i hers except for a salaam yet she readily smiles and offers me her hand without a fail whenever she sees me.A curious connection exists between her and me which is impossible to describe in words but in her smiling face and undying spirit i take a refuge.

Her smile will always play on broken strings of my heart.

Whenever i shall feel life is overwhelming,i shall remember song of her heart and infectious smile gliding on her face....i shall find a panacea....

if you look up to me for answers why should children suffer so much...?why God is so cruel to them...?i probably don't have any answers..

But understanding,empathy,concern,wisdom,discretion,sensitivity grows from pain only..

pain makes you more aware,more grateful and gives you life in its yin and yang...

We cringe,curse,are creatures of ingratitude,greedy,seldom thankful to existence for living throbbing life we get and hundreds other gifts..

but something changed in me today for good...to smile more often,to be more grateful for each atom of life,every breath i breathe, every time my heart pumps blood, every time my cells divide,every time i am down in dumps, a SMILE will come from somewhere and lift my spirits up!!!

let life never rob child of her smile....

god bless...


Friday, June 25, 2010

Do you love yourself?

Ever since we are children, we are asked: do you love daddy? Do you love auntie? Do you love your teacher?

Nobody asks: do you love yourself?

And we end up spending a good deal of our life and energy trying to please others. But what about ourselves? Anthony Mello has a fine story on this subject.

Mother and son are in a restaurant. After taking the mother’s order, the waitress turns to the boy:

“And what will you be wanting?”

“A hotdog.”

“Nothing of the sort,” says the mother. “He wants a steak and a salad.”

Ignoring the comment, the waitress asks the boy:

“Do you want that with mustard or ketchup?”

“Both,” answers the boy.

And then he turns to the mother in surprise:


Monday, June 21, 2010

ambivalence of life...

found it scrambled in some old dairy..parched but true...

how easy it is to hurt anybody
how difficult it is to heal...

how easy it is to hold grudges
how difficult to forgive..

how easy to judge someone
how difficult to accept..

how easy it is to bereft someone of hope
how difficult to instill long lost hope again..

how easy to replace lost time with gifts
how difficult to sit and hear...

how easy to criticise
how difficult to understand...

how easy to be stone hearted
how diff to be sensitive...

how easy to end relations
how difficult to preserve them...

how easy to end up depressed
how difficult to see a bright ray...

how easy to land in drugs,smoke and hallucinations
how difficult to have courage to shun them....

how easy it is to be rude
how difficult to be courteous...

how easy to feel deprived
how difficult to feel bountiful...

how easy to chase
how difficult to let go...

how easy life seems and difficult turns in way...
tread we must the terrains
and let loose the heart reins...

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

random poetry...

in to the blossoming buds
behind the quivering breaths
icicles hanging from the muddy roofs
into her resurrected essence...

the crowds and commotion
spreading and yelling out loud
a child crying somewhere
lost his mothers touch...

painting the town red
chaos and death
sniggering at her back
humanity fleds...

triumph in failures
eternal hope alive
will she wake to see a day
when she flies...

dark secrets of her forlorn heart,
sobbing uncontrollably,
where her life has drifted?

the little girl runs
away from people
into the jungle
amidst the rabbits...

pay scales discussed
the polished grooms
the little bride
looks for love everywhere...

finding her smiling
people are astounded
she looks in mirror
do i look that strange?

summer rain welcome
with hailstorms
children collect hail
their interpretation of snow..

raindrops struggling on leaves,shimmering like pearls
ruling the earth
till it bursts...

a silence in
chaos,triumph in failures
a deep acceptance
into her
galactical essence...

untimely power cuts
melting in sun
ruthless sun penetrating
to break her self imposed shell...

beyond the unimaginable
lies the wreck of her
searching its lost pieces...

a life in a room
where dreams were made
and shattered too...

sweet summer sweat
dried up puddles
unkind heat brewing up
a tree shade somewhere...

singing her choirs
her reflected self
assigns much joy
to things she loves...

healing and support
fat medical books
rote learning
her niche somewhere else...

hanging on
she shall die of boredom
she better let go!!

love lost
friends lost
self found
shall suffice...

she is eternal,
unique self.
she should not forget
this benign truth...


Friday, April 16, 2010


When walking - walk.
When sitting - sit.
But don't wobble!

When asked how he disciplined himself in Zen, a master replied, "When hungry, I eat. When tired, I sleep."

The questioner responded in a surprise, "But that is what everyone does!"

"Not at all," replied the master, "Most people are constantly distracted from what they are doing."

We should try to live and appreciate every moment in complete awareness. Zen is not 'trying' to follow a certain way, it is just being what you are and doing what you do according to your true nature


"Lightning flashes,
Sparks shower,
In one blink of your eyes,
You have missed seeing."

A Hindu story tells of a fish who asked of another fish: "I have always heard about the sea, but what is it? Where is it?"

The other fish replied: "You live, move and have your being the sea. The sea is within you and without you, and you are made of sea, and you will end in sea. The sea surrounds you as your own being."

So the only true answer to the question "What is Zen?" is the one that you find for yourself..

People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child -- our own two eyes. All is a miracle.

Thich Nhat Hanh

Empty-handed I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going -
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.

- Kozan Ichikyo

Everyday life is the path.

Joshu asked Nansen: "What is the path?'"

Nansen said: "Everyday life is the path.'"

Joshu asked: "Can it be studied?"

Nansen said: "If you try to study, you will be far away from it.'"

Joshu asked: "If I do not study, how can I know it is the path?'"

Nansen said: "The path does not belong to the perception world, neither does it belong to the nonperception world. Cognition is a delusion and noncognition is senseless. If you want to reach the true path beyond doubt, place yourself in the same freedom as sky. You name it neither good nor not-good."

At these words Joshu was enlightened.

Sunday, March 28, 2010


Inherently incoherent,
Yet deeply in spirit

Departing with time
But united in vision

Wandering and thoughtless at times
Forgotten completely at others

Nasty at some points, and mean at others

Vagabonds of future..hard to catch

Meandering freaks
Come together once in while

They are those free aliens
Beyond social conformity's..

Weird to many..
And dumb to others

They stand together
Yet not too close

They love unconditionally
They let go freely..

They are not jealous
Nor are possessive
Or even if they are they never show

They simply flow..
They keep their spirit in Open Ocean

They sulk, get depressed like ordinary motions..
But never do they desert each other in moments of desperation

They love to spend a little time together
Wander in rest..

They are obscure

They know they can’t be together
But yet they know too they cannot be away forever

They share an intangible bond
Can be often seen laughing together

They tell not each other how they feel
But like bees they buzz forever

At moments too naive
Yet too shrewd at others

They blossom in winters..
They are not like others..

They are keepers of freedom
They are messengers of love

They have hidden languages
None with words

They care but not tell
they sing symphony of separation
and ease the tears with temptation

they are like ghosts creeping in conscience
Yet warm like fire in cold winter

they fail and fall
yet never cease to rise

They become strength of each other
When they have trouble remembering how to fly

They have dreams..
unfulfilled and dry
may be because there is jinx in their lives
Together shall they rise
and together they fall

you cannot find them in crowds
for they are too busy to open themselves to all

they are aware of each others ether
and just with a glance they will live their lives

they are platonic healers
and the gentlest breezes
they are gleeful,free,amazing

they don’t promise forever
they say i breathe the present

they don’t know why they fall for each other
they feel like balloons going up together

for world they look like two idiots..
but they enjoy their pertinent madness

they hate crowds and being stalked
they dance in rains with hands clasped together
into some far away islands into one another

they are drifting
carving their niche
diving in subliminal
they go up in Sky's calling...
and rewrite their fates

and someone said they love to be called
the wandering soul mates....

Thursday, January 7, 2010

neo life~~

A moment comes when you see the whole futility of effort. You have done all that you can do and nothing is happening. You have done all that is humanly possible. Then what else can you do? In sheer helplessness one drops all search. And the day the search stopped, the day i was not seeking for something, the day I was not expecting something to happen, it started happening. A new energy arose - out of nowhere.....!!!

This is the way to be ready: exert yourself sincerely — not seriously but sincerely. There are people who are always doing things halfheartedly; lukewarm is their life. They never achieve anything because they are always holding back. They never move into anything totally, intensely. They are always standing on the bank and thinking of the farther shore. Or even if sometimes they try, they are riding on two horses; in case the one fails, the other will always be there. They are riding in two boats. Their life is so divided that whatsoever they do they always do with a dividedness. And any flowering of consciousness is possible only when there is an organic unity in you.....!!!

A real education will not teach you to be the first. It will tell you to enjoy whatsoever you are doing, not for the result but for the act itself. Just like a painter or a dancer or a musician….

If you become more sensitive to beauty, to poetry, that means your love has blossomed. And all the energy that has been left by fear, anger and hate, will be taken over by your love, your sensitivity, your compassion, your creativity. This is the whole alchemy of changing base metals into gold.....

Understand the very motivation of all ideas, thoughts, desires. It is a seed-like thing. Watch inside — why can’t you be herenow? Why is it always that you are thinking of somewhere else? Why can’t you be happy as you are? Why are you thinking that tomorrow you will be happy? How can you be happy tomorrow if you are not happy today?. — because tomorrow is going to be born out of the moment. Out of this moment the next moment is going to be born. Today is going to become the parent of tomorrow. If you are unhappy today, you will be more unhappy tomorrow. You will have learned, by that time, many more tricks to be unhappy. You are practicing it, and you hope tomorrow to be happy? Then you are in a hopeless rut. You desire for tomorrow? — then you are continuously missing all that is here, and that is the only reality there is. If you can even for a single moment put aside desiring, then the projector stops, and the dreaming stops, and you are able to face reality......!!!


Friday, January 1, 2010

happy new year..

new year... with fresh beginnings,new zest,flowers blossoming,eternity celebrating,cosmos dancing and our being unfolding like white lotus amidst it with being here and now... may bliss be around us all!!! happy new yr to all!!!