Your day

You have had a blessed day if you did not have to take any medication whatsoever or await any medical report. You have had a lovely day if you have laughed a lot till your sides ached.You have had a perfect day if all the news and communications have been positive or expected.You have had

Realise

Our time is limited,Our past can’t be edited,Our future isn’t alwaysWishfully scripted.Figures in banks and Figures in the mirror,Represent nothing but Impermanence, mere.Niether saves us,From an earthquake sudden-All dreams and domes crash,Beauties mutilate,Money doesn’t reach Beneath the debris.All great and small here-Lie buried, breathlessUnder one tremor,So unexpected, so sheer.

Mountains of Muscat

Today there is a rare And unusual clarityIn the skies and one can see The faint outline Of the highest peak. May our minds Always have such clarityAnd may we be grantedAnd blessed such visions That guide us Into the unknown With calmness And divine sublimity.Good Morning World!

First day of October

First day gone,Will October bringA joyful song to sing?First day gone,Will October bringA new friend to ping?First day gone,Will October bringA reason to keep smiling?

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

Come, September

Come September,Like a dry leafShake off Everyone’s grief.Come September,Make life better,Help everyone shrug,Each big and small grudgeCome September,Help all remember,You precede October,And the last quarter,Of this year,And it’s time To acknowledgeThat in the Fall,Nature let’s goAll dried and old,Bares itself to the coldLikewise, September,Let everyone’s heart Begin to clear,Of worry and fear,Of a frown or

Keep away

Keep away The urge,To delay.Get up!Do it!You have to do it anyway.Exercise?Declutter?The follow up call?Making a meal?An unpaid bill?What is it,You haven’t done still?Today, make it a dayTo begin, to attempt, to complete,whatever it be:Any pending talks,Your Nature walks.Or lots of to-do tasks.’What’s your plan?’Today, to you asks.

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

Control

‘You can never expect life to be as you would like life to be. But you can always expect the most carefully thought of ways to deal with what is thrown at you. So how you respond is the key to your own well being.Do not rush into a reaction immediately. Take your time.You choose

The Art of Leaving

Leaving is an art.Smilingly depart.Not all you meet qualifyFor a heart-to-heart.You can’t verify Any person or relation’Beforehand’ Only afterwards, You realiseHow genuine they are.Time reveals,Always, and alsoTime heals.Leave, don’t grieve,Don’t pine For what is not,Don’t in Moha-mayaGet so caught,Shallow human selfishnessHas no limit,Nor measure,Gather yourself,Choose a closure.The ‘art of leaving’,Means moving on,Into new worlds.In new

For some of us

For some of usFrom this day, today,This world will never be The same again.A few words unsaid,A few tears unshed,Will forever remain.For some of us now on,A hollow feeling,An emptiness,A sense of loss,A long, quiet silence,Will forever remain.This world will never be The same again.To those ‘some of us’Whose hearts have broken,I say, let us

Time

Spend your time well.It’s the only thingWe have no clueWhen it will be over.Think about how muchWe need to push ourself To accomplish today.Your journey and mine,Is like a sip of wine,Time gulps us over,May it go slower.We live the distance, From presenceTo absence.We breathe the distance,From soundTo silence.We traverse the distance,Our journey together,Some day

Now on…

A prayer poem for all May all safely return home. Today and every day,Day after day,May hope and light, In your heart thrive,May your smile revive.Thankful that allHome may safely Finally arrive.Blessed with health,May you return In your full form soon,Your second life,Your new boon.So forge ahead,All days, Each hour,Truly matter, This disaster,You did survive.Today,Every

The unexpected

It is this ‘unexpected’ that might shake us and break us. Shaking and breaking mean an end, a collapse of all that signifies our meaningful existence.In the face of it,Remember:As your eyes dry,You are too numb to cry,Surrender ‘me’ & ‘my’.Let your soulAt God’s feet lie.Resist the questions’Why me’ and ‘why’Logic is just one wayMore

How far did you succeed today?

How was the day? You had a successful day if you laughed a lot.You achieved considerably if you stayed focused.You did great if you helped a few persons.You did well if you spoke your truth no matter what.You were doing fine if you stood up for yourself and stated how offended you felt.You were right

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

Not all mornings are good.

Some mornings A noisy silenceIn your mindBut your lips smile.Some morningsA quiet noiseIn your heartBut your lips pray.Alternate cycles bringA smile, as tears stingOr tears, with a smile.Accept.Learn.Detach.Move on.Stronger, surer.

The final destination

Reaching to our origin.Shunya, the eternal,Shunya, the infinite.Reaching to our origin.Shunya and Silence,Silence, the endless deep,Death: pre-destined,Eternal sleep.Reaching to our origin,Shunya, the infiniteSilence, the ultimateEternal Peace.Om Shanti.Om Shanti.Om Shanti.

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

Disentangle

From little to more,We are entangledIn daily lifeOur mind and heartTired and mangled.Take a deep breath,Now with force exhale,And let it all go,Repeat again and again,Till you knowThe heaviness is gone,You don’t feel Overwhelmed and low.To yourself Just remind,To:Disentangle, Distance,Detach.You can’t alwaysYourself grind,Free yourself From burdens,From ‘Musts’ And ‘Shoulds’Do not your mind, So strictly bind.Life

#ShaheenCyclone

The winds howlThe windows rattleThe doors bangThe rains pour and peltThe sounds threatenThe thunder’s louderThe water levels higherThe warnings stricter.Tempest, twister,Hurricane or Tsunami,The destructive Gonu,Or Shaheen cyclone,The land does moan,The sea does groan,The wind has lostIts usual control,All living creaturesAre paying the cost.The planet did warn,The globe got too warm,The deserts dry Now are floodingOh

Being just me

No I didn’t prioritize Folding clothesCookingHouse keeping.I wrote verses.My apologiesFor fresh fruit,Salad mealsAnd just washedUnfolded, unironedClothes.I deliberatedOver lyrics,Rhythm, rhymesAnd word tricks.To sweetly suggest Being a woman I can multi-taskComes with a risk:I need my rest, My ‘me-time’,To hum my rhyme.What I can,What I will,What I won’tI decide,You don’t.

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

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

Detach from Fear

You may feel fear, Sometimes fleeting,Sometimes intense,At times momentary,But seems ever-lasting.Yes, its natural,Yes, you have fear,But I guarantee,Fear you can conquer.Having constant fear,Your mind heavy, Foggy and unclear,The victory wheelHow will you steer?Both feet Not grounded,One down,One up in the air,Won’t you fall,Come on,Stand up tall!Fall and fear,Fear and fall,Go together,Neither is fair, So do

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

Post pandemic do’s and don’ts

Do not ask folksHow they are,They may not Want to recallMany a scar.Say,’Good to see you’,I’m here to help you.Do not presume All’s well,Maybe they choseOn issuesNot to dwell.Say,’Whatever it is, May you heal, It will take time,Want some ice waterWith a squash of lime?Do not share How awesome Your staycation was,Some have had to

Anticipation

Step out With a feelingOf anticipation.Do resolveTo learn fromBoth experiences,Bitter and sweet,The life lesson:Duality is the norm,And co-existence is To go with the flow,Or choose to decideYour own journey,And harder your boatYou must row. Continually emerge Stronger and evolve.Embrace a pinch Of true dynamismRemember wrapped inside the nagging problem,Hides the solution.

COME, SEPTEMBER!

Bring some melodyLessen the cacophonyCome,September,Heal the ailingBrighten the paling.String hearts together,Make tempers milder,Come,September,Let’s hear melodies,Begin soothing Heavy, hurtful memories.Come, September,Remind us our cheerAnd patienceAnd put our livesBack in forward gear.

Compassion

Halt a moment,Stop! Save a child,Listen to the lament,Life for love is meant,Rise above discontent,Revise your intent,And choose to be,The One to helpTo nurture and care, And let each of usTo the ‘other’Be truly’God-sent’.

Reflect calmly to find your balance

Meditate to findThe balanceBe mindfulOf how you feelKeep your mind Very still.Meditate to de-stress,To worries release,To realign,Receive peaceAnd reconnectWith the Divine.

Draw the line.

Life is not about just having. Life is more about living. Life is more about experiencing rather than accumulating. Money is no doubt very essential for enabling empowerment. There are no two things about it. But to live less in order to earn more and just have more at the cost of too much stress

One day at a time

When in life,There’s no rhythmThere’s no rhymeNo laughters chime,A tear glistensYou can’t even sigh,Your breath feels muffledEach time you inhaledIt felt like an effortAnd you struggled,At that juncture,When every nerveYou feel will rupture,Just be in silent pleaReally pray to the Divineand sense the silenceAnd hear the quiet,Say to self,One day, at a time.

Surrender

The way to goWhen you knowNothingThe way to goWhen you feelEmptyThe way to goWhen you justDo not knowThe way to goWhen words failAnd tears dryThe way to goIn such a timeIs to Surrender.To silently stayNot ponder just pray.Pray if not in words Prayed before or pre written, But just pray That a ray reachesThe dark

A day comes

A day comesWhen what mattered,You must let go.You just know,You give up.It is the day You are justa little less aliveBut you survive.Like the cat’s last lonely walkaround the street,In extreme heat.Losing hope,To find a biteTo chew, to eat.Both you and the catSo much alike,Until next dawn,Both just survive.Will the catWithout the hat,Not named Tom,Nor

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: