Category: Philosophy

♥Good morning friends,

I started putting up these poems in June 2018. My sister Mona suggested that I should complete 365 days of these. I have now less than 30 to put up to complete this challenge, which looked so daunting in the beginning.

Though I shall never run out of subjects, I wanted to devote the last 30 days or so to subjects suggested by friends.

I have obtained many suggestions. I may not write poems on all since some of these have already been written.

Today is the ninth one of these. The subject suggested by Vice Admiral JS Bedi is: ‘Bonding‘. I served under him on the aircraft carrier Viraat. He ensured that we bonded well as a team. Here goes:

When the members of a team together bond,
The team objectives they can go beyond.
The example to give is that of pulling a boat,
When the crew pulls in unison, you can take note.

But bonding is not just pulling as a team,
It is love, it’s a feeling, it’s a dream.
You are several but you seem like one,
You don’t break apart even after it is done.

No orders are needed no frequent instructions,
And yet you follow the same directions.
Sometimes try watching a continuity drill,
The bonding of the team causes a thrill.

If ever you’re asked to lead a team,
Make bonding among the members a common theme.
You’d see the disparities fade away,
Like arranging different flowers in a bouquet.

♥Good morning friends,

I started putting up these poems in June 2018. My sister Mona suggested that I should complete 365 days of these. I have now less than 30 to put up to complete this challenge, which looked so daunting in the beginning.

Though I shall never run out of subjects, I wanted to devote the last 30 days or so to subjects suggested by friends.

I have obtained many suggestions. I may not write poems on all since some of these have already been written.

Today is the eighth one of these. The subject suggested by Sumedha Nair is: ‘Sprouting of bud to bloom into a flower‘. Sumedha is a very sensitive person. I have tried to imagine her intent. Here goes:

“I was born a bud and I shall remain a bud,
If I change my identity I shall become a dud.
I like looking green,
Like a fresh bean,
I don’t want my name to go down in mud.”

But then, unknown to the bud, magic took place,
The hidden forces made it open its face.
Being a lovely flower,
Gave it pride and power,
And lent it colour, beauty and grace.

There is a lesson in it for all of us,
When faced with a change, don’t make a fuss.
Allow yourself to bloom,
And don’t ever assume,
That a change shall always be a minus.

You’re not meant to be a bud but a rose,
You”re supposed to be open and not close.
Your interim situation,
Is not your final station,
Allow your hidden beauty to expose.

I started putting up these poems in June 2018. My sister Mona suggested that I should complete 365 days of these. I have now less than 30 to put up to complete this challenge, which looked so daunting in the beginning.

Though I shall never run out of subjects, I wanted to devote the last 30 days or so to subjects suggested by friends.

I have obtained many suggestions. I may not write poems on all since some of these have already been written.

Today is the seventh one of these. The two subjects that appear in this are Perfect Planning and Procrastination. Both have been suggested by HS Pannu who is regarded as the role-model in Industrial Security. Here goes:

When you believe you can, you actually can.
But, there is a difference between action and plan.
If all that you want to do is to procrastinate,
The success of your plan you overestimate.

I knew someone who’d waste time in making a perfect plan,
And then restart from where he earlier began.
Everyone was impressed with his thinking process,
But when would he do it was anybody’s guess.

The world is not changed by good intentions,
Or frequent directions and interventions.
It is really changed by those who actually do,
There are hundreds of planners but doers are very few.

Be a doer and try not to procrastinate,
After a certain point costlier would be the wait.
Years of planning and our nation is still poor,
If only for a hundred planners we had one doer.

♥ Good morning friends,

I started putting up these poems in June 2018. My sister Mona suggested that I should complete 365 days of these. I have now less than 30 to put up to complete this challenge, which looked so daunting in the beginning.

Though I shall never run out of subjects, I wanted to devote the last 30 days or so to subjects suggested by friends.

I have obtained many suggestions. I may not write poems on all since some of these have already been written.

Today is the sixth one of these. Today I have combined two subjects: Disabilities and Compassion. The forner has been suggested by Alifia Bharmal and latter by Anuj Kainthala. These lead to a beautiful learning. Here goes:

Many are born with many disabilities,
Many get these as their life they live;
Still there are hopeful possibilities,
As long as love and time we can give.
Compassion is a virtue worth possessing,
It is something that has God’s blessing.

The world is such that we’re all related,
We can’t be immune to another’s pain.
Let not the victim be devastated,
Simply because we treat it with disdain.
If others’ suffering we don’t care about,
How can we be proud of being devout?

One sure way to be full of compassion,
Is to imagine it happening to you.
Your own response you can refashion,
And place yourself in the other’s shoe.
Misery is as much a test for the able,
As it really is for the miserable.

There is a famous hymn that Gandhi adored*,
It is about not letting another suffer in vain.
You would have faith in humanity restored,
If you have also felt another’s pain.
When the sufferers with compassion you treat,
Only then your life becomes complete.

*Vaishnav jan to tene kahiye je peedh parayi jaane re

♥Good morning friends,

I started putting up these poems in June 2018. My sister Mona suggested that I should complete 365 days of these. I have now less than 30 to put up to complete this challenge, which looked so daunting in the beginning.

Though I shall never run out of subjects, I wanted to devote the last 30 days or so to subjects suggested by friends.

I have obtained many suggestions. I may not write poems on all since some of these have already been written.

Today is the fifth one of these. Today’s subject is on Strength. It has been suggested by Alifia Bharmal, Lyn’s therapist. It is a very important lesson. Here goes:

When difficult times you have to face,
You look for it to see you through.
You search for it from place to place,
But finally you’ve to find it within you.
You can’t get it from relatives and friends,
However well each one of them intends.

Fortunately, God who gives you times that’re hard,
Also gives you means to deal with them.
This acts as your biggest safeguard,
And soon you know you can overcome.
How you get it you can scarcely learn,
But a huge change you can actually discern.

The giver of every good thing is God,
And so it is with giving you strength.
Most often than not, it is reason to applaud,
That even a cripple can walk at length.
The all powerful gives you what He’s got,
It’ll always be more than what you sought.

So don’t ask God not to give you difficult days,
Just pray for His strength and fortitude.
With those you’ll find hundreds of ways,
To deal with difficulties with energy renewed.
There is never a time when He fails you,
Whenever for hard times He details you.

♥Good morning friends,

I started putting up these poems in June 2018. My sister Mona suggested that I should complete 365 days of these. I have now exactly 30 to put up to complete this challenge, which looked so daunting in the beginning.

Though I shall never run out of subjects, I wanted to devote the last 30 days or so to subjects suggested by friends.

I have obtained many suggestions. I may not write poems on all since some of these have already been written.

Today is the fourth one of these. Today’s subject is on Silence. It has been suggested by Gunjan Singh. Since I have already written twice about physical silence, I have taken it that she wants me to write about Silence of the Mind. Here goes:

So, you’ve finally managed silence around you,
But your inner self is full of noise.
The peace that you’ve found is untrue,
Since you still haven’t regained your poise.
If you’re looking for complete tranquility,
The noise in your mind is a liability.

The chatter of your thoughts can be very loud,
Really high on the decibel scale.
Your inside feels like being in a crowd,
Whilst outside total calm may prevail.
The noise inside is more difficult to tame,
And you have no one else to blame.

Slow breathing and meditation are the two ways,
To make your mind become silent.
Initially, you may encounter a haze,
And your thoughts continue being violent.
But gradually when you train your mind,
Your inner peace you can easily find.

Try making your mind silent once in a day,
And see how the real benefits accrue.
Slowly your commands your mind learns to obey,
And you find a new friend within you.
Silence is golden you already know,
Now your inner noise too you can let go.

♥ Good morning friends,

I started putting up these poems in June 2018. My sister Mona suggested that I should complete 365 days of these. I have now exactly 30 to put up to complete this challenge, which looked so daunting in the beginning.

Though I shall never run out of subjects, I wanted to devote the last 30 days or so to subjects suggested by friends.

I have obtained many suggestions. I may not write poems on all since some of these have already been written.

Today is the third one of these. I have combined two subjects (Pettiness and Forgiveness) suggested by Vice Admiral JS Bedi who practices what he preaches. I know he’ll forgive me if I haven’t met his expectation:

‘To err is human, to forgive divine’,
To overlook honest mistakes is a sign,
That you you can be kind,
Whilst keeping the big aim in mind,
And that you’re not a nit-picker by design.

How often we come across the mules,
Who are always stickler to the rules.
Your every small error,
Unleashes their terror,
They’re convinced all others are fools.

Then there are those who encourage people to grow,
For small mistakes tantrums they don’t throw;
Rather than focusing on negatives,
They build on people’s positives,
The benefits of forgiveness they very well know.

A good leader promotes the best in his team,
To lead by love and not fear is his dream.
He finds it easy to forgive and overlook,
Rather than forever go by the book,
For every petty mistake he doesn’t scream.

I started putting up these poems in June 2018. My sister Mona suggested that I should complete 365 days of these. I have only a little more than 30 to put up to complete this challenge, which looked so daunting in the beginning.

Though I shall never run out of subjects, I wanted to devote the last 30 days or so to subjects suggested by friends.

I have obtained many suggestions. I may not write poems on all since some of these have already been written.

Today is the second one of these. I have combined two subjects (Arrogance and Humility) suggested by HS Pannu whom I have always regarded as a great leader. I hope I have met his expectation:

Arrogance is the trait of the petty-minded,
And humility is the virtue of the great.
The former is by his trait totally blinded,
The latter we should all emulate.
The empty pitcher makes more noise,
When it is full it displays poise.

So next time when you want to act arrogant,
And display to everyone your conceit;
Please remember, to others it is evident,
That you are being a tad indiscreet.
The real great are never snobby,
To show others down is never their hobby.

The arrogant finally has to eat the humble pie,
And anyone can see it’s quite a fall;
A new low awaits the one flying high,
But humility never makes one feel small.
The one that stoops is the laden tree,
But is admired more than the haughty.

Gandhi had humility in his stride,
And he emerged as the Father of the Nation.
The lordly Hitler finally committed suicide,
As a result of sheer frustration.
Hence, show humility and emerge greater,
And don’t become small like a dictator.

I started putting up these poems in June 2018. My sister Mona suggested that I should complete 365 days of these. I have only a little more than 30 to put up to complete this challenge, which looked so daunting in the beginning.

Though I shall never run out of subjects, I wanted to devote the last 30 days or so to suggestions about subjects from friends.

I have obtained many suggestions. I may not write poems on all since some of these have already been written.

Let me start with the first one. Thank you Sumedha Nair for suggesting it. I hope I have met your expectation:

I accepted it, God, when you made me poor,
But kept me rich in heart and thought.
I shudder to think if you’d given me grandeur,
But had brought my imagination to nought.
A poor man today can be rich tomorrow,
But poor in thought can only lead to sorrow.

Most of the pain that a man goes through,
Is actually the result of his thought.
He starts believing that it is sadly true,
That God had dealt him the poorest lot.
Blaming God and himself makes it worse,
He lives his life with a self – imposed curse.

Thought makes a man see a glass half full,
Whilst another focuses on its empty space.
The latter on his own eyes pulls the wool,
The former always keeps a hopeful face.
Poverty in thought is the worst fate,
Nothing for you is ever adequate.

As long as you are rich in imagination,
Don’t worry about having less than the rest;
You have no cause for even the slightest desolation,
Since you are rich and truly blessed.
You can reach where no one’s been,
Not even the richest king or queen.

Be nice to people on your way up….

♥ Good morning friends,

Itis difficult to be humble in victory,
It is easier to be so in defeat.
But if you are looking for making history,
Then you don’t, with the vanquished, compete.

You grab the opportunity given to you,
To emerge as someone great.
You start a chapter completely new,
And honour the people’s mandate.

All the wrongs that the defeated did,
Now is the time to pause and recall.
Hence, on animosity you must put a lid,
And mustn’t flaunt your windfall.

God can make a pauper a king,
And He can easily do so overnight.
He can bring to earth one who’s flying,
Like cutting the string of a high kite.

….you’ll meet them on the way down too.

Frustrated with the struggle?

♥ Good morning friends,

There is always a higher hill to climb,
Sometimes physically sometimes in our mind.
This continues in one’s lifetime,
Until in the end the highest one can find.

God so easily put in our nature to Strive,
‘Nothing ventured, nothing won’ we learn.
Just imagine if He hadn’t given us this drive,
We won’t have known our living to earn.

Struggle is thus a great motivation,
That He gave to us to survive,
There is always triumph beyond frustration,
It is the quest that keeps us alive.

So next time you are caught in the struggle,
And you angrily ask yourself why.
Remember that if it hadn’t been for the tussle,
Man won’t have learnt how to fly.

It is actually a gift from God.

What does God look like….

♥ Good morning friends,

Is God a king or a queen?
We don’t know since God is unseen.
What if it is not even a person,
But is actually a thing, force or machine?

Can we comprehend God as breeze,
Going over lands, hills, rivers and seas?
And what if God is just an idea or thought,
Transcending the universe with total ease.

God may look like anything we know,
It might just be a colour in a rainbow.
It has given us the power to imagine,
It can be a person if we think it so.

We are a part of God however small,
Simply because God is in things all.
It is within us and also without.
When you need God just close your eyes and call.

….what difference would it make?

It is better to accept and be happy….

♥Good morning friends,

You may get disappointed if you expect,
So, before you do so, just introspect.
Why would you trouble your soul,
For things beyond your control?
Isn’t life without expectation perfect?

God has given you everything you need,
Don’t expect Him to also provide for your greed.
Why should you let your happiness depend,
On the response of another person or friend,
When gleefully your life you can lead?

Expectation is really another form of desire,
For things that you don’t really require.
It is as if you force yourself to say:
“Please come and take my peace away,
I want to see myself constantly perspire.”

“God, rather than expect I train myself to accept,
Since all your promises to me you’ve kept.
I don’t want to wilfully become a slave,
Or go with my desires to the grave,
At not mortgaging my happiness I’ve become adept.”

….than to expect and be sad.

Elect God in your life….

♥ Good morning friends,

We go about electing women and men,
Who forget about us the moment they’re elected.
So why not elect God again and again,
Who remains with us even when He’s rejected.

He has no other hidden agenda anywhere,
But to think of doing good for us all.
He is one to one with us through our prayer,
He considers us equal whether big or small.

His promises are never false and dubious,
Just to win our votes and hearts.
His campaign is never filthy and malicious,
He is always on top of the charts.

“God, you’ll always be the winner for me,
I elect you day after day night after night.
You represent the complete universe and humanity,
With you my choice is always good and right.”

….He is always the right choice.