Saturday, July 02, 2016

what are you afraid of? man, surrounded by gigantic mountains and dense forests, standing defenseless below thundering clouds and stormy, grey skies......But what could nature possibly want from an insignificant like me? Everything I was or had, including my body, was bestowed on me by the Divine. It was a liberating feeling to realize that I had nothing to lose, and therefore, nothing to be afraid of.

-if truth be told, Om Swami 

lesson from woods

When you go out into the woods and you look at trees, you see all these different trees. And some of them are bent, and some of them are straight, and some of them are evergreen and some of them are whatever. and you look at the tree and you allow it. You see why it is the way it is. You sort of understand that it didn't get enough light, and so it turned that way. 

And you don't get all emotional about it. You just allow it. You appreciate the tree. The minute you get near humans you lose all that and you are constantly saying "you're too this, or I'm too this." That judging mind comes in. And so I practice turning people into trees. Which means appreciating them just the way they are.

-Ram Dass

Then came the Light

We all come into existence as a single cell, smaller than a speck of dust. Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and subtract. Matter changes hands, atoms flow in and out, molecules pivot, proteins stitch together, mitochondria send out their oxidative dictates; we begin as a microscopic electrical swarm. The lungs the brain the heart. Forty weeks later, six trillion cells get crushed in the vise of our mother’s birth canal and we howl. Then the world starts in on us.

-all the lights we can not see

Monday, June 27, 2016

the mourn

i am trying to remember you
let you go
the same time.

nayyiah waheed

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Dancing with the wolves

i like the lines you use on me
they crackle a little, like magic.
i cannot pull my mind off you
even though
i do not trust your hands

Yrsa Daley Ward

foreign language

sometimes i want to say it.
and there is nothing in english. that will 
say it.

I will always be a translation

nayyirah waheed

Friday, June 24, 2016

the work

your soul stained my shoulders
my whole life smells like you
will take time 
undoing you from my blood.

nayyirah waheed

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Tuesday, June 21, 2016


close your eyes.
close your thoughts.
open your mind.

do you see yourself?

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Pure Unconditional Love

Love. Pure unconditional love. Just simple desire to love and be loved. I will never understand the world with so much hatred. So much intolerance to appreciate this simple wish.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

The unknown

Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it. Nor can we know ahead of the fact (and here lies the heart of the difference between grief was we imagine it and grief as it is) the unending absence that follows, the void, the very opposite of meaning, the relentless succession of moments during which we will confront the experience of meaninglessness itself. ― Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

Saturday, February 20, 2016


“Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I've accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it's a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it's a way of making contact with someone else's imagination after a day that's all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.” 
― Nora EphronI Feel Bad about My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman

Sunday, January 24, 2016

For future generations

The world spends billions of dollars for some bonds (I am talking about chemical bond here!) not to be broken (Read anti-corrosion industry). However, some bonds need to be broken after end use. The challenge is colossal, yet needs to be solved. We, scientists need to come up with those programmable chemical bond which can be triggered to break down when we desire.

We have one planet to live so far. We have overspent earth's resources. We have over-occupied earth's spaces. NASA warns us  2015 as the warmest year till date.

For the sake of future generations, practice at least one act of sustainable initiative every day.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Some angels

It is cold outside. Angels do not fly. Some angels do.

They walk the road less taken. They do not rest even the woods are lovely, dark, and deep. They transform the everyday cacophony into beautiful music. They inspire. They guide. I know one of them. You may know. One day everyone will know.

Happy birthday!

Wednesday, January 13, 2016


Death leaves a heartache
no one can heal
Love leaves a memory
no one can steal.

From Irish headstone

Sunday, January 10, 2016

I will see you inside

In Hinduism it is called the atman. It's God, Guru, and Self together inside.
I will see you inside.

Love Everyone

Ram Dass

Friday, January 01, 2016

Happy New Year

I have confidence in sunshine. I know that in every morning there will be sunlight after a dark night.

There are almost certainly billions upon billions of solar systems in our galaxies, with planets at many different distances from their central star. There may or may not be living in those planets. We will continue to debate the value of the new year in the horizon of "infinite" time-space. However, another year of resolutions, hopes, and  dreams are alluring enough to keep us wishing a happy new year on every first date of the month called January.

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

The Sunsphere

  We rise again in the grass. In the flowers. In songs. In lights.

Located in the heart of downtown Knoxville, the Sunsphere consists of a 192-foot steel tower that serves as the base for 74-foot spherical ball containing 360 windows. The windows were sprinkled with 24-carat gold flakes so they would twinkle and glow in the bright sun.

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Monday, December 28, 2015

The dancer

In soft blue light, the ballerina glides across the stage and takes to the air, her toes touching Earth imperceptibly. The ballerina assumes one pose after another, each fragile and symmetrical. In the physics of solids, crystal structures can be found that appear identical after rotations by one-half, one-third, one-quarter and one-sixth of a circle. Crystals with one-fifth and one-seventh symmetries do not exist because space cannot be filled with touching pentagons or septagons. The ballerina reflects a series of natural forms. She is first ethereal, then lyrical. She has struggled for years to develop a personal style, embellished with fragments from the great dancers. As she dances, Nature, in the mirror, pursues it's own style effortlessly. It is the ultimate in classic technique, unaltered since the universe began.

For an ending, the ballerina does a demi-plié and jumps two feet into the air. The Earth, balancing her momentum, responds with its own sauté and changes orbit by one ten-trillionth of an atom's width. No one notices, but it's exactly right.

An excerpt from Alan Lightman's Pas de Deux: 

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Hare in the moon

Each folklore teaches us life's important lessons. Every night the moon reminds us  the Hare's selfless offering. The story goes like this:
A priest asks a hare for food. The hare has nothing to offer except itself. It lights a fire and decides to immolate itself. Pleased by its selfless offering the priest creates a impression of that hare on the moon. It becomes timeless.

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Sunday, December 27, 2015

The reader

She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live. 

Annie Dillard

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Phenomenal woman

They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Maya Angelou 

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Friday, December 25, 2015

Sri Somesvara temple

 Lord Ram gave Hanuman a quizzical look and said, "What are you, a monkey or a man?"
Hanuman bowed his head reverently, folded his hand and said, "When I do not know who I am, I serve you and when I do know who I am, You and I are ONE." ( Tulsidas, Ram Charit Manas)

Located in the lap of Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina Mount Soma is founded on the universal principle of  nature, the Vedas.

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Sunday, December 20, 2015

Pale blue dot

That's home. That's us. On it everyone you know, everyone you love, everyone you ever heard of every human being who ever was live and died their lives. Every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, every saint and sinner i the history of our species lived there on the mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. How frequent their misunderstandings, how fervent their hatreds. Our imagined self-importance, the delusions that we have some privileged position in the Universe are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In al this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. Like it or not, for the moment, the earth is where we make our stand.There is perhaps no better demonstration of folly of human conceits, than this distant image of our tiny world. It underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known. 

Carl Sagan's Pale Blue Dot, A Vision of the Human Future in Space
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Thursday, November 26, 2015

I am

I am like the wind
No one can hold me
I belong to everyone
No one can own me
The whole world is my home
All are my family
I live in every heart
I will never leave thee.

From the words of Neem Karoli Baba, known as "Maharajji",
adapted by Jai Gopal

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Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Miracle of love

The pain is too much to bear.

But I bear it. I bear all. There is nothing else.
let me give you flowers.....

Forever let my love be unfulfilled
Forever let me yearn for you

Can I ever forget that I never remember you?

Subtle is the path of love.

from the book Miracle of love

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Music in the air

akti rod akash proman,
akkhana deu akkhana gaan
                oi meyeti ganer soman
                chol oke sajai, sur diye sajai

One slice of ray imitate one cloud
One wave one verse
                  That girl complements a song
                  Let's decorate her with music

Joy Goswami

Monday, October 26, 2015

All the light we can not see

The brain is locked in total darkness, of course, children, says the voice. It floats in a clear liquid inside the skull, never in the light. And yet the world it constructs in the mind is full of light. It brims with color and movement. So how, children, does the brain, which lives without a spark of light, build for us a world full of light? 

– All The Light We Cannot See, Anthony Doerr

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Being Brave

“When I lost my sight, Werner, people said I was brave. When my father left, people said I was brave. But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life. Don't you do the same?”
Anthony Doerr,
All the Light We Cannot See

Friday, October 23, 2015


WORDS are nothing but expressions
EXPRESSIONS are nothing but emotions 
EMOTIONS are nothing but feelings
FEELINGS are nothing but poetry 
POETRY is nothing but soulful words And
Every word has SOUL

Irshad Kamil 

Saturday, October 17, 2015


We forget we have two ears and one mouth and we should use them properly. 
We forget everyone shines, given the right lighting.
We fail to appreciate the light before dawn. We forget to notice the murmur of falling leaves.
We remember Steve Jobs, we fail to remember Steve Wozniak.

Don't think of introversion as something that needs to be cured...Spend your free time the way you like, not the way you think you're supposed to.

Inspired from Quiet, Susan Cain book "Quiet"

Sunday, October 11, 2015


Aji jhoro jhoro mukhoro badol dine

Aji Jhoro Jhoro Mukhoro Badol Dine
Jani ne jani ne kichu te keno je mon lage na
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Rain falling into the sea
Rain in the river

Rain on flowers
Rain on leaves
Rain under trees
Rain on hills

Rain on my skin…

Each with its own unique raga
Reverberates across the sky
On to the earth…

indira babbellapati

Monday, October 05, 2015

Anything can happen

Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child,
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me-
Anything can happen, child,

Where the sidewalk ends

Sunday, October 04, 2015

The power of humility

I am as frail a mortal as any of us and that I never had anything extraordinary about me nor have I now. I am a simple individual liable to err like any other fellow mortal. I own, however, that I have enough humility to confess my errors and to retrace my steps.

Mahatma Gandhi
Autobiography of a Yogi

Saturday, October 03, 2015

Life in many colors

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

-the Painted Drum

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Art and Beauty

Don’t ask why
this delights me.
In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.


Friday, September 25, 2015

Mother of Exiles

From her beacon-hand 
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command 
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. 
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she 
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, 
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, 
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. 
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, 
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

Emma Lazarus

Divine Love

Ordinary love is selfish, darkly rooted in desires and satisfactions. Divine love is without condition, without boundary, without change. The flux of the human heart is gone forever at the transfixing touch of pure love.

 Autobiography of a Yogi

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Silent Storm

I'm here to use my heart and my hands

Somehow the bruises changed my plans


And there's silent storm inside me

Looking for a home

I hope that someone's gonna find me

And say that I belong

I'll wait forever and a lifetime

To find I'm not alone

There's a silent storm inside me

Some day I'll be calm.

Carl Espen


Home is the place where, when you have to go there, 
They have to take you in.

Robert Frost

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Small wonder

 We could be wrong this time, again. The enemy may not be exactly what we think. It may be a force that resides in many quarters, including inside our skin, in our very words, the questions we frame, the things we love most, the things we can’t live without. Our greatest dread may be our salvation. We are in no position yet to declare the moral of our story.

Small change, small wonders—these are the currency of my endurance and ultimately of my life. 

Barbara Kingsolver

Sunday, September 20, 2015

An Experience in Cosmic Consciousness

From joy I came, for joy I live, in sacred joy I melt.
Ocean of mind, I drink all creation’s waves.
Four veils of solid, liquid, vapor, light,
Lift aright.

The Autobiography of a Yogi

Sunday, September 06, 2015


Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.


Saturday, September 05, 2015

The song of explorer

So much that I’ve lost,
I have nothing Except a fierce hunger
To fathom this world.
Naked, I knock on the door,
Wearing only my questions.

Alan Lightman