Wednesday, 30 September 2015

ODE TO A PHOENIX


                                           Ode  To A Phoenix   
            

                                       Nestled in the heart of a blossoming tree
                                                she had just begun to weave
                                                    dreams of a  joyous tomorrow  .
                            
                                             But Fate and Death  conspired
                                                 and hatched a cruel plot  ,
                                                        to nip her hopes in the bud .
 
                                             And then  fell a bolt from the blue
                                                hitting her nest unawares
                                                    bringing it down to the earth
                                                           shattered and burnt to the core
.
                                               Too deeply hurt by the  blow
                                                      to sense her  wounded self  ,
                                                            she lay petrified  ,stunned
                                                                in the wrecks of her rosy dreams  .

              But long before  the deadening  woe
                       could mar her lively spirit
                           she decided to wring her eyes dry
                               and rise  up to face whatever  was   due .
         
                               With slow but sure strife
                                         she flew through mist and snow
                                                      carving  her route to  resurrection .

                                                            And lo ! She has made it   !
                                                                  Reaching the land of bright sunshine
                                                                     She is perched on the high olive tree
                                                                          revived  in  spirit  and zest  again  .
                               
                             Yes  !There she is !
                                   A hope  reborn  ,a dream realized  !
                                           Rising  again from dust and ashes  .
                                                 to face the joys and woes of  life  .      
                                Spreading  her newly grown wings
                                    she is ready to map the skies .
                                                     And as she  soars high up  and higher
                                                            I rub my eyes in wonder  -
                                                              and ask myself -
                                             Does  Phoenix  belong to legends alone  ?



Dedicated  to a  young lady who  joined Indian Army  when her husband  laid down his life  guarding the national border  in Siachin   glacier. .She decided to follow his  noble career  and underwent the tough military training to resume the service  of the nation  just where  he had  left  it ....
                          
                     This brave heart is  my Phoenix and   this ,   my salute to her indomitable  spirit  !
               





            









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Monday, 21 September 2015

GRATITUDE

                                     On World Gratitude Day
Gratitude ,
    The noblest of  emotions
         That springs forth from the depth  of  heart  .
        At  times expressed  through palpable signs  ,
             But often ,too shy for words or gestures ,  
                  Dwells contained inside  !
                   Both ways ,creates a state of bliss
                       Invisible  as music but soothing as a song .
     Gratitude ,the fondest   of gifts one can give or receive .
            Like 'mercy'1 it is  a  two fold blessing ,
                That benefits both the giver and the recipient   .
           
1             Indu __Sept .21
 Shakespeare 's view on the quality of Mercy



Friday, 18 September 2015

A poem from Gitanjali

When the heart is hard and parched up 
   Come upon me with a shower of mercy ,
         When grace is lost from life 
               Come with a burst of song  .
                    When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides
                         Shutting me out from beyond ,
                              Come to me ,my lord of silence,
                                   With thy peace and rest  .
                When my beggarly heart sits crouched ,shut up in a corner ,break open the door ,my king ,and come with the ceremony of a king .

When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust ,O thou holy one ,thou wakeful ,come with thy light and thy thunder .
Gitanjali ,39 

(This beautiful poem by Tagore has been very close to my heart ever since l found it .A constant companion ,it has  helped me maintain my faith in the all embracing benevolence of the supreme power that manifests itself in varied forms ,ranging from soft showers to  threatening thunderbolts , appearing  in accordance with   the need and situation .)
                 

A POEM FROM GITANJALI

When the heart is hard and parched up ;
    come upon me with a shower of mercy .
When grace is lost from life ;
   Come with a burst of song .
When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from beyond;
Come to me  my lord of silence 
With thy peace and  rest .
When my beggarly heart sits crouched ;shut up in a corner  ;break open the door ; my king ; and come with the ceremony of a king  .
When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust ;O thou holy one ;thou wakeful ;come with thy light and thy thunder  
.  Geetanjali  39

                ( This beautiful poem has always been very close to my heart  ;ever since I found it for the first time ; a constant  companion  all through ; it has   helped  me maintain  my faith in the all embracing   benevolence  of the supreme  power  that manifests itself    in many forms   ranging from soft , soothing          showers  to the  lightening and thunder  as per the need of the  situation .)

Thursday, 17 September 2015

When the heart is hard and parched up ,
Come upon me with a shower of mercy   
           
         When grace is lost from life  
              Come with a burst of song   
                     
                     When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides  shutting me out from beyond ,
     Come to me my lord of silence 
                      With thy peace and rest  .

When my beggarly heart sits crouched ,shut up in a corner ,
      Break open the door ,my king ,and come with the ceremony of a king .

            When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust , O thou holy one , thou wakeful ,come with thy light and thy thunder  .

Wednesday, 16 September 2015

Dear friends the pieces of writing that you find here ;are the pearls of wisdom  picked by me  during my readings ;my only claim  to them  is  my affinity to the thought expressed by the author  ;known or unknown .
Somehow ; i believe that  you will relish  going through them ; just as l do  .
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Tuesday, 15 September 2015

Words-----
Words can confer strength , they can drain it off  ,words can gain friends ,they can turn them into enemies , words  can elevate or lower the individual .One must learn the habit of making one's words  sweet soft and pleasant .
Atharva Veda 
How to speak

Monday, 14 September 2015

I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power  -- that the path before me was closed ,that provisions were exhausted and the time had come to take shelter in a silent obscurity .
But Ifind that thy will knows no end in me ,andwhen old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart, and where the old tracks are lost ,new country is  revealed with its wonders  .
 Geetanjali,37th poem 
Be creative.Don't be worried about what you are doing --- one has to do many things--but  do everything creatively; with devotion .Then your work becomes worship .Then whatsoever you do  is a prayer and whatsoever  you do is an offering at the altar  .
 OSHO
Life is our teacher .Life communicates with us all the time and it is a lesson to see how life has continuously led me to the people I need to meet to the situations I need to experience and to the places I need to be  .

Saturday, 12 September 2015

          There was a man who made a living selling balloon at a fair. He had all colours of balloons, including red,yellow,blue and green. Whenever business was slow, he would release a helium-filled balloon into the air and when the children saw it go up, they all wanted to buy one. They would come up to him,  buy a balloon, and his sales would go up again. He continued this process all day. One day, he felt someone tugging at his jacket. He turned around and saw a little boy who asked, "if you release a black balloon, would that also fly.? Moved by the boy's concern, the man replied with empathy, "Son, it is not the colour of the balloon, it is what  is inside that makes it go up."
        The same thing applied to our lives. It is what inside that counts. The thing inside of us makes us go up is our attitude. Have ever wondered why some individuals, organizations or countries are more successful than others.
        It is not a secret. These people simply think and act more effectively. They have learned how to do so by investing in the most valuable asset-- people. I believe that the success of an individual, organization or country, depends on the quality of their people.
       Experience has shown that human resources is the most valuable asset of any business or country. It is more valuable than capital or equipment. unfortunately, it is also the most wasted. People can be your biggest asset or your biggest liability.