The idea came
to my mind
it crystallised
in my heart
feelings began
to suffuse
words broke
into verse-
to be hidden
they did refuse-
the creative muse
is an endless wonder:
fiery, fearless, dauntless
and uncompromising
it can't be defused!

Don't travel so far
that you can't find
your way home-
like a drunken person
in another place and time
you've left your heart and mind

to your senses
when you've later come
and long for home
it will be too distant-
your past footprint
you'll be unable to find

do not travel too far
all you need is in your home
many have returned empty-handed
disillusioned, disappointed, tired
and vowed never again to roam-
home is that which truly does bind

Wisdom
doesn't buy freedom
between the two
I'll choose the latter
in my freedom
I'll work towards wisdom-
this certainly is better

Don't say:
'I can't help it'
you certainly can
if you'll keep your wit

When I return
will I be a better person
or still unchanged
with my faults unbroken?

If so, it'd be preferable then
that I don't return--I'd be empty-handed
with nothing to celebrate, no story to relate
a moral failure,  scorned and disregarded

Life becomes lighter
if you learn to let go
if held tighter
the self will not grow

it will be fettered
its space will be constrained
freedom will be curbed
living will be endlessly strained

That I am being admired means nothing to me:

I should accept what I am and not be affected by the opinion of others

Being simple
is very hard
that's why
people easily lose heart

who would be willing to let go
of their cherished comfort-zone?
in their anxiety and fear, doing so
would mean themselves they no longer own

such is typical human nature
which is insular and self-directed
with its boundary clearly drawn
every move carefully calibrated

over time, the self hardens
change is no longer possible:
it has been cast in the hardest steel
and is no longer malleable

It must be grounded

on moderation and reality

lest one becomes deluded

Everyone
has their
'once upon a time'
each in a different form
intensity or rhyme

do you know yours
or wish not to remember
for reason or reasons
of your own
unknown
to others?

Mine belongs
to me alone
I don't need
to share-
oft times
scenes of the past
revisit to remind
we were intimately
close before-

I'm an old man now
my eyes are weak and dim
still that point of time
continues to stick
to my very sensitive skin
I'm kept alive
in memory
in reverie
in the tiniest
of poignancy
and imagery.

Let what you've done
in the day leave no trace
for you to regret in any way
or cause you any shame-
the acts will speak for you
and your reputation
will suffer no stain-
all that you'll inherit
is dignity, honour and gain

A good organisation creates an environment that fosters openness, creativity, courage, authenticity and freedom.

There's no coercion, compulsion, fear or lack of security.

With such an ethos, the organisation will keep its people and enjoy greater growth and productivity.

You love the world
does it care
or reciprocate?
Haven't you felt this before?

Life is no Utopia
to think so is grievous error
idealism doesn't work
dreams fall over-

you love the world
it doesn't see it as a favour
even your utmost effort
will end in futile endeavour

You've spent most of your life
analyzing other people
but haven't enough time
to understand yourself-
that's your greatest moral trouble!

Life this is:
Should I?
Should I not?
Which is more worthy
of note?

Do I like
or dislike?
What are my grounds?
Which would be right?

Should I engage
or disengage ?
Which would be
to my advantage
or disadvantage?

Should I continue
stop, or pause?
Which would be
a better course?

Should I stand apart
or participate?
Which would give me
the cause to celebrate?

Should I stay here
or go away?
Am I sure
which would make my day?

Should I believe
or disbelieve?
Do I truly know
which would bring relief?

All said, of this
I'm sure I know:
this is my life
the path Ive chosen I'll follow

In response to a post on the same subject:

Saying NO requires true courage-
An honest NO is better than an unauthentic  YES

You can only be
your true self
when you've ridden
of all your doubts
that are hidden
in your life's shelf-

the past
must be laid dead
into new ground
you must break -
a new path
you must take-
by no means
as easy task
don't you mistake!

The sojourn
will be rough
and tough
your will and resolve
will be put
to the utmost task

the triumph
will be yours
at last
if you're bold enough!

So little of life
do I ask-
in my simplicity
everything is enough

every beseeching
is a loss of freedom
the greater the desiring
the tighter the prison

ah,  what joy-
nature is beckoning!
Winter's snow has melted
now is the kiss of spring

outside my window
the flowers are dancing
on the nearby tree
a bird is cheerfully singing

at my little farm- the whole year
I've been diligently cultivating
every corner is blooming
ah,  it's time now for the best harvesting!

Hello, Poetry
many thanks
for knocking
on my door-
do you want me more?

Oh no
don't apologise
though me you woke
ere the break
of dawn-

last night of you
I dreamt
such tender words
you spoke
dearer than those
of my most intimate friends'

whatever, whenever
in no way will we quarrel
we are each the other's alter ego
a tie that will never be severed
only destined to grow

this my heart does know:
when my life's sojourn is over
you'll be near
to hold my hand
to comfort
and happily
into the Realm
of Eternal Beauty
I'll go

I can't live life clinically
that's why I choose poetry

This is joy lasting:
the thought that I'm nothing
no striving, no competing-
no comparing, no seeking

in no-grasping and no engaging
in silence, peace and contentment abiding

It never affects
nor defeats me- the external -
of my life I'm in full control
my courage and endurance is internal

West:   Aim at success

    East:     Pursue peace

Don't aim
at the future
what's on hand
is enough treasure
in the beckoning
of every opportunity -
there shouldn't be
any reason for tarrying-
the sun has only
set hours for shining
soon comes its setting-

let your talent
be in best unfurling
let your heart
be fearless in feeling
let not love
be in waiting
reach out
for the lips
that are craving
for kissing-

indeed every moment
is right for praying-

don't look
too far ahead-
the present
is your becoming
the reason for living-

when the last bell
is in chiming
you'd have no regret
but find sublime joy
in your farewelling

Don't ever say:
' I can't help myself...'
  every situation
  you can control
  if you believe in yourself

World history
means nothing
to the common person-
each is only interested
in their own life-story

We can't rush through life:
living requires patience
waiting, grit and endurance
there's much discomfort and strife

I should never say:
Let the day inspire me
rather,   let me inspire the day

The heart has desires
that the mind can never understand

Without stillness
there's no mental clarity
people are over-active
they are shrouded in ambiguity

West:  Accumulate

Zen:    Empty yourself

I don't thirst
to be first
unknown and unnoticed
I silently pursue my life-purpose

I can't say
people are unkind
but this I do believe:
selfishness is what drive their each mind

I can't say
people are unkind
but this I believe:
selfishness is what drives their each mind

An ugly word- 'accuse'
   why do you use?
   Do you really have a case?
   On what legitimate ground does it rest?

Every person
     creates their freedom
     or their prison-
     it's an internal phenomenon

It's within---sanity-
     I don't look out to society

Where love is
people neglect
where it's not
they regret

Powerful is the word 'not'
it releases one---it unties the knot

I don't need

my leader to be

myself I accept fully-

I'm free!


To be or seem

a leader for others' eyes?

Wouldn't that be self-surrender

and my sad moral demise?

I don't change myself
to suit life or the world
if I were any time to do so
I'd be worth nothing at all

I'll be as I am, no less, no more
even unnoticed or frowned upon
despite my weaknesses and faults
I'll thrive fully and still be my very own

Human nature is never homogeneous
and this is the rub of life first and foremost:
everyone has to be treated in a different way
to save us and the others from needless dismay

no fixed formulas are available to anyone of us
how the other parties should be addressed
no wonder living with those around causes us so much stress
how often do we find ourselves in such interpersonal mess!

I  don't step into the day
with a view to winning
my role I well know:
myself I should not be failing

for to win is to compete
as though I still lack in self-being
the day is silently  prompting:
'   Focus on your self-flourishing'

The how-to of life
doesn't lie in books
or anyone else's advice
nor in the teachings of the most wise

you're from start to end your own
only you know yourself best
you chart your life-path alone
you don't belong to the rest

you'll traverse the darkest night
and know the terror of the experience
there will be no sign that points to the light
an hour seems a life-sentence

but after having found your exit
you'll. emerge as a new person
the mystery has been unveiled
at last,  your how-to has landed in your hand!

Nature or nurture?
       I'm 49% of the former
       and 51% of the latter-

     nature is linear and  deterministic
     nurture in learning and experiencing
     forges ahead and is always dynamic
     also  there's no standing-still
     from beginning to ending

     whatever nature has endowed me
      is the raw material I need
      to mould into the desired shape
      that will my life harmoniously fit
      made possible by the maturity of nurture
      both I'll never fail to keep

      the two are twins in symbiosis
      they need each other and never compete
      those who segregate them will suffer setbacks
      and their lives will not be complete

Self-understanding is the greatest freedom.

How can anyone
judge me?
I'm not an external
but an internal identity.

Truth
is that which
no one can mute

How can I hide
from myself?
Can a tree rid itself
of its branches
twigs or leaves?
Can I just disappear
leaving my self behind?

The broken pieces
the vanished hopes
are parts of life
and can't be severed-
they remain within
the fabric that makes
a person what he is-
such he has no choice
but to accept in heart and mind

himself he must hold together
all else set aside and despite
then nothing of him will be segmented
and wholesomeness he will ultimately find.

How can I be like yesterday?
The scene has changed
and I'm ****** into a new unknown
challenging me, clinging to my heels
it's as though myself I've to invent

to cope--the past dissolves, loses its grip
and is lifeless, no longer relevant
I've to assume the guise of a new man-

time has spoken and has split open
now is a new world---its contours
images and the people within
are a sea of fresh encounters-
I'm a newcomer, a total stranger
stranded in an incomprehensible  land

who and what will be on my side
to offer a comforting word or lend
a helping hand ?   Here I lonely stand
in a trajectory the language of which
I don't understand!