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The center and the circumference  held onto the radius of breath And traveled the locus of life To keep alive the circle of Being When comets of tangents Moved past The circle's awareness Grew fast There was an entire World unexplored beyond The circumference left the center To explore Unaware that it lost the radius It kept exploring randomly But now missed it's family Looking for a center to connect The circumference cursed The moment of its eject Until it found it's center again And it's lost circle regain!

In a seed shop various seeds placed side by side were discussing their future life on Earth. Apple seeds said "Our family will raise the Earth to tall heights and we shall produce the reddest and sweetest apples ever!" Pine seeds said, " We shall grow on the hills and produce tall trees and beautiful decorative pine cones overlooking the scenic beauty around" Orange seeds did not want to be left behind, so they spoke, " We shall produce the juiciest oranges that can cure the nausea the heights of hills can cause." Carrot seeds spoke, "We shall store all the food under the ground to protect it from the cold winter winds and serve the juiciest carrots all through winter" The humble pumpkin seeds said then, " We don't rise very high or go under the ground, but we produce the meatiest pumpkins" A farmer visiting the shop bought all the seeds and took them on their journey around the Sun through the Earth of his fields and orchards.

 It was the last day of University exams. By afternoon, as soon as the last exam was over, the University ground was buzzing with happy sounds of students cheering and celebrating the onset of vacation after the two week long examinations. Hina was happy with her performance in the exams and joyously rode her bike home. As she rode, she gently tapped the leaves of the roadside trees in joy. The winter sun was hiding behind the clouds and it was about to rain. She was midway on her way back home, when it started drizzling. Around the corner of the street near the town park she saw a man who lay on the street shivering in cold. His shirt was torn and dirty, and he was crying miserably. Hina stopped, alighted from the bike and asked him why he was crying. He did not answer. He kept weeping and shivering. Hina took her shawl and put it around him and asked him what made him cry and sit in the street. He stared at her; her shawl had brought him the warmth of the sun on that cold da

While walking on the road I met Time He seemed to be in a hurry I asked him if he could stop  For a while to talk He said he could not He had to keep moving To keep up with the latest trends, fashions, technologies etc. Otherwise he would lose out 'Lose out on what ?' I asked As I ran along to keep pace 'Lose out on my position, My value, my very existence I have to be there before anyone else I have to keep changing to keep the world going' After running a while I could no longer keep pace with Time And I let him pass Then I met Love She was not rushing anywhere like Time She was peaceful and serene I asked Love How is it that you are so peaceful? Don't you feel that you have to move, to change, to keep up with the latest trends 'I have always been like this' she said 'Though the world around me keeps changing. I am very primitive and old fashioned but that's how I am I don't feel the need to

A bowl is most useful when empty The world is so full How could it be useful? We have valued things that are not useful So do not gauge your value by your usefulness Gauge it by your fullness!

No one outside of you taught you how to breathe No one outside of you taught you how to hear No one outside of you taught you how to see No one outside of you taught you how to feel The one within who taught you all this Made you the innocent, sweet, all embracing toddler Spend some time with the one who taught you all this Your very first guide who accompanied you to Life Visit that one teacher once in a while Visit for a pause of gratitude and a refreshing smile!

Be vegetarian, eat the vegetable in you. Eat that which vegetates in you. Animate it!

I remember how you slipped into the shoes of my feet How you put on the trousers of my legs And slipped into my arms like the jacket sleeves You zipped up the jacket and left the place near the heart open Then when you wore the scarf of my hair You forgot to put on the mask of the Face!

Time and again you have devalued me Time and again I have come back to you To wed the first number And start the series anew The singles and the two-digit couples Or a family of digits three All of you shall need me to move on And grow your family tree 🎄 Divide anything by me and you have an infinite power Any number shall be number one raised to my power Try to multiply your valuables through me and you shall have nothing Do not judge me by the face, my place in your life means everything.

In the beginning was the Word And before that was Silence When Silence left One Word spoke to the other... "There is a radiance in your eyes And your lips hold some unspoken words When I see you I am speechless When you leave, there are only words!"

Don't expect the world to understand you First understand your Self Then understand the world  And only then can a little of you be understood by the world... And then, that much is more than enough!

तेरे पास लौटने की वजह नहीं कोई यहाँ ठहरने का बहाना भी नहीं शवास भर का अंतर है दोनों के बीच ये न हो तो मैं भी नहीं तू भी नही वजहों को लक्ष्य कह कर कब तक दौड़ते रहें लक्ष्य स्वयं ही दौड़ा फिरे तो पूर्ण कैसे होए ठहरे जल में ही दिखे बिंब पूर्ण आकार राह जब समाप्त हो तब दिखे घर का द्वार घर, द्वार, राह, वजह जब नहीं उत्साहें स्वयं ही स्वयं का लक्ष्य हो तब अदृश्य होती राहें खुद से खुद तक सफर करने को शवास की राह बनाए यह राह भी न रहे तो पथिक कौन और लक्ष्य कौन कहाए।।

Reaching for the limitless Yet rejoicing in limitations Enthused for the boundless Yet relaxing in the boundaries Seeking to meet Yet satiated in aloneness Seeing the duality Yet feeling the oneness Such is the merger of Infinite in Finite form

Walk not ahead of me, I may not follow Walk not behind me I may not lead anywhere Just walk with me And while we walk Let the road of this Adventure of Life unfold Let your eyes talk to mine Let them share some moments of smiles Let's not make sense of our journey Let's not try to understand it Let's not try to find if it's right or wrong Let's enjoy our adventure as it unfolds Until the time it starts enjoying us As we will eventually roll Come, let's set the destination to travel Come let's see the path unravel!

Tolerance is to silently say I like you even if you're not like me It isn't a repressive submission But a celebration of variety Tolerance means a larger heart A broader vision to see That which looks apart Is also part of me Tolerance makes you stronger And not your weaker Self As it includes and accepts all Like part of one Big Self #InternationalToleranceDay

The one who has chosen to wake through the night Through the darkness is bathed in light Radiant and waxing his way to being full Though his gravity is less, he has a strange pull A pull that moved millions of eyes And in his light dissolved their 'I's! #supermoon

SMILE: The best gift you can bring to someone... The safest infection The most affordable ornament to wear... And the easiest 'mile' to travel!

You are me, not mine I am you not thine! Create not a path and a distance along You are me, I am you is my heart's song You are me, not mine I am you not thine! To see the Self we created each other We love the Self when we love one another You are me, not mine I am you not thine! In the vast existence there would be nothing to do Had we been one instead of two Though this duality is unity in guise It prompts us to forget and think otherwise Until we have known that You are me not mine I am you not thine!

Listen, but don't overhear See, but don't overlook Because when things are over done They need to be done over!

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Fuel supports Fire While she keeps on consuming it Dying out when Fuel exhausts Ah! what a strange relationship! Naive, defenseless Fuel keeps on burning Not knowing why and illuminating what Unless it itself is Fire Consuming it's own lot! What a strange relationship the two of them share! Yet it isn't an odd pair... Burning to keep warm and have light Is all so fair Only the untamed Fire is cursed That brings a ruin which no one nursed The one that cooks, keeps warm and brings light Is the Fire that's every home's delight! The Fires that burn wastes and corpses to ashes Though useful; to homes they have no passes As they remind of mortality and  perishable solidity But the wise keep it close as it casts off insecurity Close to it they live in moments that are perishable as Life Reminding of the transient nature of strife Such a fire restores purity to the ever-changing Earth A purity that all elements come with at their birth Fire never h

When you know Why You shall know How The clarity of purpose And the value of Now Shall bring you closer  To the One that you are And you shall hold Eternity In the minutes of an hour!

Discard not the empty vessel It holds more than you can see Do not rush to fill it up Let it stir your creativity

What you give is always less than who you are What you do is always more than who you are Should I settle for more or less versions of you Or take you just as who you are!

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You are a vehicle That the passengers drive To the passenger's destination you cover the miles Your maintenance is upto the one who drives The make of your engine determines on how much fuel you'll thrive Simply be there and Let them drive...

The one who is the spirit Holds the abode of body When the spirit departs The body falls off Keep up the spirit To upkeep the body And let it travel To stay home

They had been married for over twenty years and in all these years, Mr and Mrs Sharma visited the temple as a daily ritual and lit an oil diya (lamp with a wick) to invoke light into darkness. As a symbol of the advent of wisdom, temples usually have diyas lit in them. Mr Sharma believed there was a certain mystical quality to the light of the flame of a diya that cannot be substituted by electrical lights. The light of the flame he believed, has a certain degree of aliveness to it, which is absent in the electrical lights trapped in a glass dome or tube. Perhaps, the freedom of the flame and its direct facade of the Fire element (Agni) in a well-behaved manner made it so unique for this couple. They even took their wedding vows with the sacred fire as a witness, which is a common custom in India, and he worshiped Agni ever since then. His neighbour, Daya who lived in the house next to theirs, was not a ritualistic person, but somehow was enchanted whenever he saw Mr Sharma pe

Life brings us to some difficult crossroads at times, some difficult choices to make, when what seems right in one plane seems not so in another, but then we all find the way. This is a story of two friends who were soldiers in opposing armies. They once had to fight in war against each other. As each of them fought for his country, it was not known to them that it was their last battle together.  While looking through the objective lens of the rifle-scope as he shot the enemy soldier, who now stumbled after he was shot in the chest, Kay suddenly felt that the face of the soldier on the other side was familiar. He looked again through the rifle-scope to have a closer look at his face. It was his dear friend, Bill. He had shot a bullet at his dear friend! He knew if he would cross over to the other side to save him, he would be showered with bullets. Nevertheless, he rushed to save his friend, amidst the bullets raining from either side. There was a strong impulse to save Bill, d

  Want, the beggar had been in a very bad shape when Contentment ruled the state. However, he was shown mercy by few, and received their attention in uplifting of his status. But he used their kindness to his advantage and continued begging. He then became a perpetual and rich beggar. Soon he captured all the markets and towns and sent Contentment into exile by a treacherous conspiracy with his friend Temptation. He made all inhabitants of the state a slave of his tyrannical demands.  His wives Indulgence, Greed and Lust were losing the resources of the country to their sons Anger, Chaos and Laziness. Anger was a spoilt brat who would even threaten his parents for life. Chaos was a totally confused personality and Laziness was a born sycophant who promised to take the legacy of Want to great heights! However, all of them were incapable of maintaining and undeserving of the resources they had acquired.  The ruler of the enemy state, Discipline was a sheer threat to Want and his family.

Our lives are pulled by the string of our dreams like a kite. This thin string may sometimes become invisible with only the kite floating above and being visible. But the string is there as long as it floats above the skies, with the winds of breath. Mrs S. Saraswathy a retired government school teacher,from Chennai, India, now living in Singapore since 10 years, 72 years of age,  obliged me with this insightful interview where we shared views on one's dreams in life. She started with telling about herself: Her father was in the teaching profession and had inspired her and all her 7 sisters into teaching. She started working as a teacher at the young age of 19 years. She taught English and Mathematics. Since it was her dream to be a teacher, she thoroughly enjoyed every bit of her teaching life. She said, " More than teaching it is important to love your students. If there is mutual love between students and teacher, learning becomes so much easier as the student is in

A Matter of Time She was sorting out the clothes in the closet; putting aside those that got shorter to be donated and torn ones to be used as dusters. When clothes got old or torn, she used them as dusters. She felt environment conscious in this type of reuse and even found it economical as it saved her money for the dusters. One of her son's vests had a hole in it so she decided to replace it as her dusting cloth.  After it was used for the intended job, it turned from white to grey, with all the muck on it. Even after washing the stains won't go off, and she did not even try scrubbing it too hard, as it was only a duster. This duster was washed alongside with other clothes which included some new vests for her son. After washing when she put up the clothes to dry on the line, her son accompanied her. Placing the new vests and the 'duster' side by side on the line, she casually remarked to her son “Look at the difference!" trying to point out

A Letter to GOD Top of Form Bottom of Form When I was around 8 or 9 years old, my mother had been sick for some days. I asked my father “when will Mummy be well again?” He said,  “If you write a letter to God to make Mummy well, she will get well soon. God responds to small children very quickly.” I took his word and tore a paper from my school note-book and wrote a letter to God asking Him to make mummy well. I even decorated it with small sketches colored with crayons to make it appealing for God to read. Then I went to Papa and asked him for a stamp. He said that letters to God did not require stamps.  So I simply glued the edge of the paper, folded inside like an inland letter, addressed ‘TO GOD’ and posted it in the post collection box near our house. I was still unsure if the letter would reach God without the stamp. But in my heart I hoped it would. I waited for a reply too. Each time I heard the postman’s bicycle bell, I would run out to see if he had got a