I wonder how nature remains beautiful and serene always. Despite being touched and spoiled innumerate times by humans. It stays untouched, ever innocent, creating same beautiful patterns again and again, morning and evening, day and night, summers and winters, autumn and spring, arrival and departure.
Hey nature, how do you manage all this, that too simultaneously,…
Poetry is liquid, just like water,
Ever flowing.
Prose is a piece of cake,
Soft and sweet.
A book of poetry is a flowing river,
A book of prose is the whole cake.
Both contain well analysed, deeply observed situations,
Often emotions and sometimes frustrations.
Happy Tuesday pals!!!
Medhavi :-)
A circle of light,
Some spreading stars.
A divine moment of perfect individuality,
Awareness, independence, compassion
And tranquillity.
Obviously there is no question of hatred,
But this is beyond love too.
That is it!
Wishing you a peaceful saturday friends!!!
Medhavi :-)
Lo! Few weeks ago I was thinking of having workshops among the youth. Just a few trips to government schools and I found the platform. I found them full of youth energy, an energy which is fresh, unbiased and full of enthusiasm. Eyes were following me as if asking, 'what this new face is doing…
Tell me, how much should I write on you? You won’t let me sit and write on some other topic. You want me to write on you only. When I raise my head to see you, I forget everything, every other idea going on in my mind halts and I get lost in your innocent…
O moon! No matter how many perspectives do I hold to see you; how many adjectives do I use to describe your immense beauty, the truth is they can't even depict a bit of your tremendous glory.
And if they are, how can they describe your inner strength, your core qualities? Which, according to me, are…
A journey towards the core.
Truth, to the core,
Honesty, to the core,
Individuality, to the core,
Conduct, to the core,
Knowledge, to the core,
Vision, to the core,
Ego, to the core,
Focus, to the core,
Transparency, to the core,
Understanding, to the core,
Presence, to the core,
'I', to the core.
At this moment, I become the universe
and the universe becomes I.
This moment is divine,
This…
When we start diving deeper into our conscience,
We travel from gross to subtle.
How clearly we can see that its a journey inwards,
How easily we can be a spectator of our own thoughts.
Slowly, we can observe how negative thoughts first affect us,
And then they travel outwards.
How they injure inner, delicate parts of our conscience,
But still sometimes…
I read this beautiful & daring philosophy in the book 'Fountainhead' by Ayn Rand. Second handers are those, whose consciousness lies somewhere else, in others' thoughts, beliefs, sayings and faiths. First handers: who have their own beliefs, thoughts, sayings, based on their own findings, experiences, knowledge, their words utter through their true experiments with life.
And…