Something written impromptu; maybe I hear too many unheard cries of late? This is written for those kids whose childhood has been cut short – perhaps by war, calamity or acts of terror.
They were not meant to be headline news in negative sense. Maybe if we were tolerant enough, we might have seen another flower bloom
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.
Written for my kids – on international father’s day!
This life of ours is like a log of wood burning in the star that is the true spirit of everyone
Dedicated to humanity
The eternal soul is an unquenched thirst in our mind for perfection, a fire burning deep within each one of us, an unresolvable enigma whose purpose is beyond human understanding. Yet seek it is what we do, day in and day out.
As I complete another chapter in my life and shift on to a new place and new friends, I ponder over these games that fate plays in life and the ache one feels while parting with a stable lifestyle and some close friends! Hopefully all these are for something good ahead.
Is nature simply a reflection of the thoughts in our mind? Then how is it possible that two people look at the same object and yet come up with views so differently? Something that I tried to translate when watching a blooming flower
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.
Birth – is amazing; seeing the baby react to the first sounds of light, sound and touch – scintillating; knowing that god trusts you by putting a little one in your care – moment of truth!