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

Question not

Question notThe past,Or the future.Answer not,The present.Let mysterious moments Mix and make A mojito of memories.

The Art of Worrying

A nagging worry Might be an opportunityTo bring about changeAnd turn the worryInto a personal change,Take responsibility, To improve self, Change a ‘given’ belief,Re-question, redefine What bothers you and why.Think beyond the clouds,Of anxiety and worry,They may shower upon you,A refreshing insight, Or wisdom anew.

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

Raising sons…

Dear Mothers, Hope you empower women And as mothers proudly Raise sons as gentlemen, Charming, kind,Mindful, possessingReal integrity.Men who are praised For absolute chivalry.They hold doors, Happily help in chores, Make their women Feel like royal ladies. Mothers, whose sons,Are their dears, And raise gentlemen For others’ darling daughters: And their sons know the lady’s

Who are you?

What are you? You are your mind, You heart, body, soul. You are the ‘are’ Not yet the ‘were’.So you are:The present, The breathing ‘you’. You are the time you have left with you. So when you ‘do’ something, With your body,mind, heart and soul, You actually give yourself whole.To what?That you decide.How you dedicate

Brought nothing, lost nothing

Born empty handed, Leave empty-handed. Live with love and light. When here we landed,Weren’t you and me,Both born empty-handed?Then let’s live life,Without hate and strife,Unassuming and light,Choosing love: Not might over right,Decide none to exploit.Lets feel from The depths of our heart,And reach great heightsThrough our open, Un-burdened, mind,Always to ourself remind:To keep our thoughts,

A day full of possibilities

Just think each hour,Within your power,What can you do?You’ve 7,200 minutes Plant seeds Of flowering treesJust for minutes 15To find one morning,Smiling flowers 16!Left with 7185 minutesImagine how much lifeYou can fill in these!Have a positively action-filled And happening day. May you choose to:Nourish, accomplish,and flourish!

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

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

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

In between silences

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

Make this morning good

Make this morning good, For those around you,It will get better So much more,for you too.Make this morning good,For a stranger too,It will be better A zillion timesFor you!For every task,Smile behind the mask,Walk a little extra,Do your best, Be your ‘ultra’.You get to decideYour coolest version,Be outstanding,In thought, In word And In deed,Do rise

September, here’s ‘orders’ to all 30 of you!

Mr. September!As you have arrived,Here, Sign your bona fide:You’ll be kind To one and all.You won’t barge in With unexpected stuff.You’ll not spoil Any plans or Snatch any smiles That are wide And grins so ‘on’,You won’t make Anyone forlorn,Especially As this Covid,Has gone on and on.You’ll do your best, Be hope-fulfilling, Generous and givingLetting

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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.

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: