A few moments with a teacher

Is more than a book of philosophy


They're the ladders to scale achievement

Some moments
Spent with a special teacher
In a special evening
Aren't actually spent
But transformed into emiralds
That sparkle in the sky of mind

Evening fetches gloom,
But the special evening with a special teacher
Brings the colours
That paint the amazing moments in the gallery of mind....

No alphabet

Grudges against 'I'.

No other book

Is available to change ourselves.

Marriage is the gate.

That has two doors.

Open this.
Open that.

Both open into a spacious happiness.

Death is such a delightful thing

The person who receives it
Never shares it with anyone

Falling things receive our likes, dislikes.
Ask the fielder his feelings
to pouch the ball.
The shattered cup tells the mood.
This morning something fell.
An wrapped present.
First snowfall for the lovers.
Everyone cheered.
This morning a different case.
No justification.