It's neither the best
or worst of times
only the interregnum
where the fiercest moral battles
will be fought
one by one:

good over evil
love over hate
peace over war
justice over tyranny
fairness over arbitrariness
happiness over sorrow
light over darkness
resolve over helplessness
calm over restlessness
patience over haste
engagement over dissent
kindness over callousness
friendship over enmity
humility over success
hope over despair
victory over defeat
altruism over selfishness
sacrifice over privilege
generosity over greed
humanity over cruelty
duty over benefit
understanding over prejudice
trust over doubt
gratitude over indifference
mediation over conflict
cooperation over competition
courage over cowardice
stability over chaos
creativity over complacence
goodwill over distrust
forgiveness over revenge
prayer over lack of faith
internationalism over nationalism
survival over collapse of civilisation.

When a single line
has greater depth
than a thousand
and is long in memory kept

I'm no prophet
of that gift
I've none:
I stare squarely
at the face
of the here and now
I create my own space-
to what's ahead
I don't heed
even gems
and diamonds
I don't need-

let others claim
their wisdom

I'm no prophet
only a seeker
of truth
myself I own
my honour
I keep

Life is navigation:
make sure you know
your destination

Literature is larger
than the universe entire
more beauty it does lend
and endless is its pleasure

I'll leave
    on my own
    you'll need not
    to prompt

  thus my honour
I'll keep intact -
in the years ahead
I'll have no cause for regret

between us
is a past story
nothing more
need be said, really

I'll leave--immediately
and will not look back:
there's a new world
out there- for your love I'll not beg

I found myself
in poetry
it has more
to say than reality

One word less
  and none is hurt

The stranger
  has their story
   to tell
  which we've
  never heard before
  those of whom we know
  have long been repeated
  and exhausted
  they delight us
  no more--


now we sense a new
and vibrant voice
as though from
some foreign soil
with its unique
and warm timbre
whether the tale told
is of sorrows or joys-

we step back
to contemplate
and a deep chord
strikes our heart
and we are
momentarily transformed-

in that moment
of serendipitous encounter
we discover
a mysterious bond
has been born
which will linger
into the distant future
long after
the stranger has gone.

My quest
is not to conquer
Mount Everest:
what I've set
for myself
can never
be compared
with the rest's-

on my unknown path
I silently tread
hoping to realise
in some distant day
what I've desired
thereupon no more
will I seek-
my tired feet
will be laid
to rest
and I know
at the journey's end
I'll be richly blessed

It's stronger than courage--faith-
unlike the former it doesn't vacillate

The deepest prayer
has no words
for such can't
be located

like the wind felt
but can't be seen
like the veil
that's hidden

the self in worship
faithfully dwells in union
with the Absolute
nothing need be spoken:

the deepest prayer
is in silence heard
by the Universal Receiver
more sublime than any spoken word.

Can love be divided
      as it's so often written and said?
      How? Among loved ones
      relatives, friends, causes
      according to what measure?
    
     Love isn't mathematics
      thus, the argument
      can't stand on solid ground-

      I'll love spontaneously
     and generously
      without any  scientific formula !

When the needless
is understood
life will be
happy and good

The unsaid
is sacred
it can't
be shared

or it would be blemished
beauty would have fled
engraved in the heart's deepest recess
it remains an eternal secret

Love
      is in limited supply
      it will be given only
      to those who deserve

I choose
   to be zero
   rather than
   a hero

Times are good
the fields are flushed
with luxurious crops and fruits,
and children obey their parents--
this is more than what writers
can write in their books.

Nothing I know
no thing to show:
spring arrives after winter
before long it will be summer

Learn the art
of being lazy-
it's life's
best therapy

The hour is come--now
how calm, how welcome!
No need for the bell- tolling
ah, how sweet will be the sleeping!

Learn the art
of being lazy-
it's life's
best therapy

They knew
but would not share
fearful you would be
a competitor and leave them bare

Early morning light
beaming on wet dew in field
flight of early birds

None seems to have written
on what I consider as semi-religion
a follower of Universal Kindness I am-
call me then a semi -religious person

Lonely house on hill
      closed windows the whole year round
      mystery surrounds

Knowing less
is preferable to more:
it narrows one's interest
and richer does score

Happiness?
It's sufficient
if you don't live
in unhappiness

Excitement
is not a vital element
of good living-
it's an ephemeral thing

No, I was not born lazy
it's that sometimes
I choose such to be

It's much flawed-

human nature:

much is rot

little is the treasure

I'm a moralistic writer
not a philosopher

Love is not all:
it's part of life's
broad fabric
and must find meaning
in the overall

Life is too short-
I've no time for regret

Don't allow your best words be kept until your death

Don't argue with the cold, put on more clothes

The most inexpressible does contain the best diamonds

The greatest suffering is the greatest teacher

Don't think tomorrow will repeat today

Don't have too many dreams

Do not judge anyone

Am I real?

Be still

Observe

You, me and them
surely one of us
will stir up the storm

It's never too late:
I can wait

The wise man
  doesn't think
  he knows enough

There's a limit
to everything:
we can conclude:
love, included

Life is either
this or that:
thus,:it makes us
either happy or sad

Don't say
     you love me yet
     me you hardly know
      and would later regret

      watch and study me
      in every facet
     my warts and all
     where my goals are set

      love should not be
     the subject of haste
     abide by your time
     in patience, diligently wait