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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

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

High Overhead

I love you across the cold spaces 
Of this world,
bereft of your voice.

Tonight I’m imagining
That you are imagining me.

Richard Bausch

Sunday, June 21, 2015

For Annie

But my heart it is brighter
      Than all of the many
Stars in the sky,
      For it sparkles with Annie—
It glows with the light
      Of the love of my Annie—
With the thought of the light
      Of the eyes of my Annie.

Edgar Allan Poe

Who are you?

I am a small poem on a
page with room for another.

Share with me this white field,
wide as an acre of snow,
clear but for these tiny
markings like the steps of birds.
Come now.
This is the trough of the wave,
the seconds after lightning.
Thin slice of silence
as music ends,
the freeze before melting.
Lie down beside me.
Make angels.
Make devils.
Make who you are.

From Movie Words and Pictures

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Grassy Grass Grass

Grass grass grass,
tree tree tree,
leafy leaf leaf,
one two three.

Birdy birdy bird,
fly fly fly,
nest nest nest,
high high high.

Cloudy cloudy cloud,
wind wind wind,
rain rain rain,
mud mud mud,

Doggie doggie,
dog runy run run,
quickie quick quick,
homey home home.

Bedy bed bed
sheety sheet sheet,
sleepy sleep sleep,
dreamy dream dream.

Dancie dance dance,
singy sing sing,
grow grow grow,
biggy big big.

Woody Guthrie

Sunday, May 31, 2015

To Evelyn Hope

So, hush- I will give you this leaf to keep:
See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand!
There, that is our secret: go to sleep!
You will wake, remember, and understand.

Evelyn Hope, Robert Browning


Some days are like that. I  bury myself in myself. Regrets from the first love glimmers through the memory sky. The moral armor seems too heavy to carry. Love for the silent thing is hard to share.

Random line in the book reminds us that we are nothing but ashes and dust. Yet pride wraps us in a cloak.

Monday, May 18, 2015

My Annabel Lee

 Drawing by Shruti Ghosh

I was a child and she was a child,   In this kingdom by the sea,But we loved with a love that was more than love—   I and my Annabel Lee—With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven   Coveted her and me.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
    And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

Edgar Allan Poe

Sunday, March 01, 2015

My Valentines

Very fine is my valentine.
Very fine and very mine.
Very mine is my valentine very mine and very fine.
Very fine is my valentine and mine, very fine very mine and mine is my valentine.
from: "A Valentine to Sherwood Anderson," 1922 - in A Primer for the Gradual Understanding of Gertrude Stein

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Heera para bajaar mein

Heera soi saraahiye
Sahe ghanan Ki choT
KapaT kurangee maanva
Parkhat nikra khoT

Only that diamond is praiseworthy 
which can bear the blows of a hammer.
Fraud, deceptive men (who try to look better than they are)
are found to be bad when when tested.

Kabir Doha

Friday, February 20, 2015

Small Small Things.

choto choto din nana ronge rongin
choto choto asha aksathe bhalobasha.

Small days filled with colors
Small hopes of loves to share.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Sunday, February 08, 2015

The invisible

IN one of the most popular ads shown during the Super Bowl last weekend, the Indian-American actress Mindy Kaling thinks she’s become invisible. Cabs pass her by, and men barely look up on the sidewalk. And yet she embraces her invisibility as a kind of liberation. More of us should do the same.

How to be invisible, NYT article by Akiko Busch

Friday, February 06, 2015

Tiny joy

The richness of life doesn’t lie in the loudness and the beat, but in the timbres and the variations that you can discern if you simply pay attention.
Seth S. Horowitz, NYT

Sunday, January 25, 2015

I heard you

Heart of my love!
you too I heard, murmuring low, through one of the wrists around my head;
Heard the pulse of you, 
when all was still, ringing little bells last night under my ear.

Walt Whitmann

Thursday, December 25, 2014

The ray of morning sun

The poet strikes his lute and sings out:'Victory to Man, the new-born, the ever-living.'

They kneel down,the king and the beggar, the saint and the sinner, the wise and the fool,and cry:'Victory to Man, the new-born, the ever-living.'

The old man from the East murmurs to himself:'I have seen!'

Rabindranath Tagore

Saturday, December 20, 2014

This road

The place you took me from I do not want to get back there, The place we are going do not want to get there. But this road, this road is good. I want this road to never end.

Dialogue from the movie Highway

Quiet is good

Dear Self,
If you ask and get no answer sometimes the silence that bounces back is the loudest truth. Be appreciative and open hearted to any stillness you receive. Everything is not meant to be yours and everyone is not worthy enough to hold a place in your space.
Quiet is good.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Hush Little baby

Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
gonna buy you a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird won't sing,
gonna buy you a diamond ring

And if that diamond ring turns brass,
gonna buy you a looking glass

And if that looking glass gets broke,
gonna buy you a billy goat

And if that
billy goat won't pull,
gonna buy you a cart and bull

And if that cart and bull turn over,
gonna buy you a dog named Rover

And if that dog named Rover won't bark
gonna buy you a horse and cart

And if that horse and cart fall down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Saturday, August 02, 2014

The joy of music

According to Pausanias, the greek author and architect there were three original muses: Aoide ("song" or "voice"), Melete ("practice" or "occasion"), and Mneme ("memory) that are the foundation of music, the purest art and the least easy to value. Music exists only in space, in the distance between two points in time-you can not frame it or admire it on a pedestal.

Lets celebrate this moment with the joy of music making.

The pursuit of passion, George Kahn

Friday, July 18, 2014


When you reach for me, reach with love.
I vow to return your extension with open arms and a dancing heart.

Alexandra Elle

Sunday, July 13, 2014

The scholar

He is the Answerer,

What can be answer'd he answers, and what cannot be answer'd he
shows how it cannot be answer'd.

Walt Whitman

Saturday, July 12, 2014

The gifted

There are people here on earth who will never understand you. They won't get your passion and they'll mistake your drive with just a dream that you'll never be able to grasp. The beauty in their doubt is the ability to make them watch you stumble your way to the top with or without them. Trust me, they will be watching and waiting for you to fall. However, you will never come crushing down because your drive to succeed is n't just a dream, it's your reality.What I have learnt over the years is that what is mine will always be mine. My gifts are not for others to "get" or understand. My life walk is captivating, even to the ones who are determined to see me burn where I stand.

Love in my language, Alexandra Elle

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Beautiful Los Alamos

Whenever things went wrong at Los Alamos, and there was never a day when they did n't, we had one consolation-we had view.

Ruth Murshak

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Scent of my mother

jononir a bedona,
viswa dhoronir se je apomar dhon

na pare rakhite  nije-nikhilere kore nibedan.

Mother's own grief,
Her own treasure is now owned by universe
She can not keep it to herself-gives him up to the world!


Saturday, March 15, 2014

One Lovely Morning

Unstained and untouched
You come forth to the world
Glorious in beauty,
Pure and serene:

Yet in your innocence
Often you deceive us
Transforming the dew
On your life-giving leaves
Into sparkling gems!

Gonnoske Komai

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Where are the solutions?

We hear little about them. Indeed, most of the news we receive focuses on the troubles in the world. Clearly, we face a cascade of challenges and dangers at home and abroad—and we need to know about them. But while we are inundated with stories of violence, corruption and incompetence we hear relatively little about the struggles and successes of the people who are advancing positive changes. The ratio of problem-focused information to solution-focused information in the media is completely out of balance. It distorts reality; it is dispiriting; and it deprives people of the knowledge they need to properly assess risks and recognize opportunities. If you were asked to list ten problems facing the world, how long would it take? Two minutes? How long would it take you to list ten solutions?

Read David Bornstein book How to change the world