Meditation

What wonders have time brought, 

All at my window. 

The numbers keep changing, 

Every day new life springs, 

Out of old ways of thought. 

Oneness with the universe, 

With a thousand kindred souls,

Spread across the earth, 

Space and time and universe. 

Sitting before my gizmo, 

I wander with delight, 

Through snow-covered landscapes, 

Gather in my curious hands 

Sheaves of snow-sprinkled blossoms.

A bird spreading its wings, 

The earth from space or a tiny flower 

A thousand scented candles

All new ways of bringing me back, 

To my centre, my self- 

All at my window. 

Kiss

Abhimanyu

            You are your own refuge. 

Kiss Goodnight

For one who has longed to see your smile, for one who has longed to taste your lips again, for one who has lived just for another day of togetherness, each day has been a day of love, each second was a celebration of your love and each lifetime a way of getting you back...International Kiss Day❤

International Kiss Day

The Notebook

Sunshine Forever

You do nothing but sing praises of the sun;
The mighty rays that sweep across everyone.
There are no masks on your face but truth
The pain of fighting hard for a loyal path.

You see the best that is possible for all of us;
You cry out over the tiniest details in surprise
You sing with the twilights over the sunshine,
Abundant and joyful that has blessed us all.

The taste of perfection in a move of hand,
The model that you emulate, the best life.
Though it has its ups and downs as I can see
May this battle defeat all bittersweet strife.

When the sun rises in its glory once again
We will sing the sunshine song in unison.

The Sun

infinite blessings

Fire and Ice

Manual of the Warrior of Light

A warrior of light knows that certain moments repeat themselves.
He often finds himself faced by the same problems and situations, and seeing these difficult situations return, he grows depressed, thinking that he is incapable of making any progress in life.
‘I’ve been through all this before,’ he says to his heart.
‘Yes, you have been through all this before,’ replies his heart. ‘But you have never been beyond it.’
Then the warrior realises that these repeated experiences have but one aim: to teach him what he does not want to learn. 

Sunrise

To wake at dawn with a winged heart

and give thanks for another day of loving...

Kahlil Gibran

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Journal Entry 3

When I go on a writing spree, it is as if a 
creative spirit comes alive that overwhelms all the other ways of thinking and living that I am used to. This spree is unlike moviebinging or book-reading spree, or musical overloads that I occasionally experience. It gives a kind of balance to a chaotic mind and recompenses the losses that this life has suffered till recently.
Life has not been easy, and it has suffered so many unforeseen calamities, wounds that need healing and losses that have become the habit. Yet when you enter this creative phase of writing out your mind, this life spirit makes its presence felt and keeps you believe that you are exactly where you should have been. Also, there have been many instances of sheer good fortune.

In the olden days, when I was in college, what I wanted the most was freedom, to break free like Icarus and fly out of the many mazes that surrounded you. Then, in the thirties, one longed for stability, for having a fixed routine with no big surprises or twists and turns- like watching a favourite film one has viewed so many times, with life moving in predictable patterns. 

Now, nearing forty, one thinks of all these big dreams of freedom or stability with a bit of indifference. What I might like right now is to enjoy life, taking time to savour individual moments because I have become forgetful, unlike the young days, and it might ta

Journal Entry Day 2

I have begun writing in this beautiful new book, in a diary with a green cover, ready to inhabit the creative space that is offered by the blank pages. As I said earlier, writing in a diary is often like baring yourself before the one you love, without any inhibitions and without self-consciousness. I want my lover to admire the beauty of my curves, the tiny details that make my body apart, with its moles and warts. Just like that, I want you to take in my writing with all its beauty and its flaws, completely, unconditionally. So, off to revealing my heart thoughts to my confidante.

I haven't written like this in a long time with only a few lines a day because of the busy schedule of being a teacher and managing a household at the sametime. This year, I got myseld a diary with a green cover that says Save Our Trees, Save Our Earth. I am thinking of switching to the virtual format though as this business of writing down thoughts has become too tedious.

As I told you, this last year has been one of good fortune for various reasons. One doubts every year whether one has learnt enough. This life has been full of ups and downs, at times with nothing to bring in happiness. Despite troubles, one has survived though not overcome the obstacles that life threw in its paths. And regarding the blank pages, they can inspire a dull spirit by bringing back life. I felt something come alive within me as I stared at the fresh-scented blank pages. 

Journal Entry Day 1

The New Year began quietly at 0001 while I was busy writing in my journal. This has been my habit for the last many years when I have found happiness in journalling about the passing year and the coming one. Unlike childhood, when the New Year began with prayers in the church with the Midnight Mass, the years since my marriage in 2008 have been blessed with midnight musings and nothing else. I have jumped like the proverbial monkey from faith to spirituality to religion to nonbelieving all the time and its hardly news that I don't go to church any longer.

Writing in a journal often means that you are offering yourself, baring yourself  without any kind of censure. In some of the diary writing years, I have thought of publishing mine but it never happened that way because I was too busy with many things and my journal writing endeavours mostly fizzled out before the end of January. This year I want to write a journal that is worth publishing and want to create positive changes in all spheres of life