Written on the eve of my kid’s bridging ceremony which is held to mark their end of academic year. The idea is to cross a figurative bridge (from one teacher to the next) in front of friends and parents.
Random musings on going through their yearbooks which is a collection of photos and quotes of every important moment at school in the past year
This life of ours is like a log of wood burning in the star that is the true spirit of everyone
My response to those seeking life’s purpose, but unable to find it. My answer to what I think is the true purpose of life.
Isn’t it fitting that it takes a heart to balance the rhythm of life and love to make some sense of our existence? Here are my thoughts which try to join the, rather, vague dots connecting love, life and that divine touch.
Please do not worry the world will end tomorrow… My thoughts on this whole doomsday thing
We have a very strange history here on earth. For anything that we make, we seek ways to destroy. For all the heart breaks we suffer, we still long to love and do good. I was thinking what god would be thinking, looking at us. My thoughts here.
That day when we rid ourselves of corruption and greed; that moment when we fight, not among each other but FOR; that fleeting passage of time when we realize WE matter, then we can call ourselves FREE. Till then let us tread the hard path!
I think the name spells Beerto millions of people around the world, but to a traditional Bavarian it is more of a way of having good fun (of course coupled with beer)!
A poem written for a picture post in a public forum. I could connect with the pic in the form of a struggle a human undergoes at some point in life during the eternal quest for peace.
Sentiments apart, what would god think as a great gesture moving us closer to the higher altar? A poem touching the greater philosophy of life