What matters

What someone said, hurt.It mattered, it hurt.Its over.Focus not what they said,But how you felt.How you feel determines your emotional well being.So choose to be emotionally resilient by being flexible. Everytime you hurt, make a conscious move to come out of that experience. You may start singing or reading a joke and laughing or simply

Happy Teacher’s Day

Should I thank you Life,For what you have taught me? It is irreversible and unforgettable. You give no second chanceThere is no timeFor a backward glance.You have set The toughest lessons And sudden twists And unexpected turns And all this On slippery and steep pathways,With no promises of getaways.You give no hint Of the next

Closure

At some point of time,Its just time,To leave a job,To leave a relation,To leave a nation.Some by choice,So we may rejoice,While some endings Just are meant,Pre written, predestined.Perhaps a reluctant exit,A heart-heavy bye bye,At crossroads, we arrive.Eyes we may half close,Refusing to face The uncertainty upfront,Though questions chase,No answers to hunt.Then tears escape,And sighs releaseLips

Migrant

The winged explorer,The sky-migrant,The global gliderThe borderless flyerThe bird Tell me, Do you look backTo your first nest,To your first branch,To your first tree?Do you only fly onward,Do you only move forward,Never glance backward,Never sigh,Just fly high?Me too, a migrant,Between cities,Between tongues,Between thoughts,Between my originAnd final destination, Here and now, on earth,Only pursuing Peace is

Topsy

The world is at timesA bit topsy, a lot turvy,For you or me Or her or him,The morning may seem,A bit like Coffee gone cold,A bit like A slightly burnt cookie,That too without cream.Your mood may seem low,The sun may glare And pale your glow,Life may bring you,Blow after blow.If this be such a day,I

A beginner’s mind

I wish you, An idea new.I wish you,A beginner’s mind,No past to rewind.May your heart,Hold anticipation,And affirmation.May your eyes,Find more possibilities,Than see otherwise.Go ahead this week,Hopeful, not meek,Follow your dreamDoubt-free, Go, seek!I wish you smile,As you walk,Mile after mile,With a spring, In your feet. May soft petals be underneath your feet now and always.

Live in Real Reality

Life is not lived Through an electronicTwo inch foldable screen.A game played virtuallyMeans losing health Both physically And mentally, no moving.Playing from a couch,Is that true sporting?Success is not A virtual dream,Applauding a cartoon,Or a footballer ‘anime’.Life is not experiencedAlone, behind a screen.Remind each other,That the screen Is a tool,Don’t overuse it,Like a fool.Use it

March into March

February’s ended,How did the month of Love,Shower missiles fromAbove?Let’s pray for better senseTo prevail, Let’s pray for allHumanity at large,As we barge into March.Let’s visualise Peace, In the month ahead,May every human being,Have water and bread,Each sleep safely,Under a roof, in a bed.May March see Loving kindness more, Higher cooperation score, And mindfulness galore.May we

Weekstart checklist

Get equipped with:A lot of optimism,And positive magination,Coupled with clearIntent of right action,Supported with effort,And exude confidence,As well as choose:Mindfulness,Topped withA dollop of kindness,And prep yourself well:A great deal of reading,Lot more of listening,Spend a chunk of timeOn deep reflection,Exercise a fair amount Of discretion,And resolve to keep Your mind steady,Ok then- Yes, For this

Laze and gaze

Let yourself laze.Enjoy the mild sun-raysLet the cool breeze Blow on your face,Smile, feel ease.Let yourself laze,At the horizon Raise your gaze,Let time reveal,This life’s maze.

Gathered to garnish

Tangy-sweetColourfulSoft-centredOrangesBerriesPineapplesAll reds and yellowsMeandering echoesOf a lived life’sBows and blows.A narration silent,Reminiscences vibrant.All greens and pinks,Meandering echoes,Of un-voiced wishes,If’s and Had it been’s.Tangy-sweetColourfulSoft-centredOrangesBerriesPineapplesGathered to garnish,My solitary mindHumbled and hungry,Meandering echoes,Of regrets and memories,Tastefully savouring.

Only

Only when tears overflow,We regain our balance,And then does peace glow.Only when fears We do face and overcome,Does living lifeSeem worthy and awesome.Despite the impediments Continue your journey onward.Despite the highs and lows, Our gears we quickly change,We drive and move forwardThrough Life’s Complete and inescapable ‘Good and bad’ range.Let go the tears.Face your fears.Change

This weekend…

Pay attention to how Aligned are your thoughts with your words and deeds.Pay attention to how Refined are your thoughts, words and deeds.Pay attention to howSincere are your thoughts, words and deeds.Pay attention to howPositive are your thoughts, words and deeds.Pay attention to Who you are.Who are you?You are your thoughts, words and deeds.Pay attention

A thorn…

If a thorn pricked,Hurt and bled you terribly,Would you intentionally Put yourself through That prick again? Then why let a memoryOf a day bygone A survived, bad, Injurious experience, Revisit, re-prick,Rehurt you repeatedly?Let go the past,Protect your heart,From hurting.Heal yourself:Replace the thorn,By revisiting Re-touching the petalsOf only the best Bygone moments.Let go gloom,May your heart

Safed Jambu tree

You stood belowReady to catchThe jambus I would throw.I climbed up Branch to branch,Tried to pluck the jambusYou spotted and told meTo reach out With the sticksWe tried to tieTogether by and by.Those hidden in between The lush green leaves,The jumbo white jambus Were our absolute treat!A fresh fruit so simpleBrought a dimple,With your pretty

Oman Environment Day

The palms loadedWith dates sweet,The oceans stretchFrom Muscat to MusandamAnd many miles more,So blue and so green,With golden sands on the endless shore,A treasure of marine lifeMay it thrive, multiply,And ships anchor here,Day and night There’s lively cheer,Sailors carry storiesFrom far and wide,Oman welcomes them all,With arms open wide.8th January we reserve,To vow and promise,On

A zzzzzesty morning

Add a little more…Citrusness.A little extraZing and zest.Beyond, go beyond,The mundane,the ordinary.Make extraordinaryA habit:That extra zingAnd the extra zestThe You: Your very best.

Heartfelt

All that is true to self is heartfelt. All that is heartfelt is sensitive. All that is sensitive is caring. All that is caring is loving. All that is loving is gentle. All that is gentle is delicate. Like the breeze Gently touches The soft petals And makes the flower sway, Lead a heartfelt Gentle

Morning of Memories

Memories are like mountainsThe fog hides them allAnd the sunReveals as we recall.Some days memoriesPlay hide and seek,A clouded mindStruggles for detail;Other days, memoriesRefuse to leave,All visuals you retrieve.Memories.Mountains far and nearSometimes a smile,Sometimes a tear. Fog-hidden Al Hajar mountains

A reflective morning

Forty more days For 2021 to go.The pendulumRocks to and fro.Do we realise,What more we need To do, to know?Do we decide to shrinkOr do we want to grow?2021 bids farewellSo soon, in a blink-Forty more daysFor 2021 to go.Unlike our others,Who left usAnd went ahead, To the final home,We breathe here,One more year.Shall we

What if…

If we’ve lostA near and dear one, May we find withinPatience and solace,That they’re restingIn a better placeWhat if Death was for themRest and relief?They could not bearThe suffering, Take not the pain,So left this lifeAnd the soul reached A beautiful realm Much greater, higher.Let us perhapsHold this belief,To lessen the sorrow,A comforting thoughtMaybe we

Eyes

Your eyes reveal KindnessSadnessMadnessLaughterAndGlitterOrBitterAndAngerKeennessMeannessCuriosnessBoredomOr just dumb,Desire or dream,Or shielding shrewdAnd outright rude,A guilt sheerOr fear clear?Truth sneaks out From your eyesAndReveals bothYour rise, your fall,Gives a glimpse Of your soul.Eyes know your ‘all’,Your wounds and wisdom,Your greed, your glare,They reflect it all.What stories silent,Sealed lips hide,Your eyes Whisper them all.

Don’t feel like

If you don’t feel like Starting the day, Your chores and duties Confuse and overwhelm you, The sigh is longer And heavier than usual,Then sip your coffee slower, Remind yourself,’I choose to be braver’Breathe and feel The air expelled, Close your eyes And imagine The clouds moving,The day tooWill glide through.You will lose some,Win one

Forgiveness Prayer

Annual Jain Forgiveness Prayer day has coincidentally fallen on 9/11 this year. As if the Universe has conspired that people all over the world ought to forgive each other and move on…for forgiveness will bring peace, and peace will bring progress. May the day Be smooth, silentAnd peaceful too,May this dayYou truly forgiveAnd release allCreatures

Re-try, re-fly

In this steep flight, You tried, you fell.At you, the world Will love to yell’Fail fail fail’.To your SelfYou will tell:I will perch a while,Then re-fly, And aspire A higher sky.Life is a vast ocean,I remain resoluteI am far above All this negativity And fearful commotion.I have succeeded In a million things, Done everytime betterIn

In between silences

In between silences,A few words Fly in,Birds from farawaySkies of ideas,Carrying a new story,In sheer poetry.

I walk

I walk. Sometimes, I walk away From an uninvited Walk-in visiting memory, Sometimes, I walk To reach nowhere, But to walk away From the need To reach Somewhere. Sometimes I walk Away from expectations Unreasonable, stifling. I walk Miles and miles. Sometimes I walk To sort out My own journey, Meet my thoughts halfway, Question

A new day, a new way…be AWESOME today!

Work becomes effortlessWhen you performWith keen interest And sincerity.When you do your best Out of anxiety, You block the flow Of fresh ideas. When you do your bestCalmly and with love, Your ideas like a fountSeem endless and Excite you to do more. This brings magic To your work,This is the ‘extra’ In the ordinary: