Don't work for name, Don't work for fame, Work to touch another life, It makes your soul smile, come alive. Don't work for the money, Or for the alluring honey, Work to accomplish an impossible feat, It makes your heart skip a little beat. Don't work for your boss, Or for profit and loss, Work where making a difference is the theme, It makes your head dream a little dream. Don't work out of boredom, Or to build a kingdom, Work to inspire many a generation, And fulfil your existential motivation. Work for the sake of work, Not for the fruits thereof.
A good day to start showing your true colours #MondayMorningWakeUpCall #HappiHoli
Hooray! Hooray! It’s a holi holi day What a world of fun For everyone When you get a chance to show Amidst bhang and glow Your true colours, shining through Your painted hue
You are my bane*, my excruciating pain, My one deep love that keeps me sane. You are my calm, my pungent powerful balm, My smile that sees me through all harm. You are my tears, my real and fictional fears, My strength to carry on amidst the imaginary jeers. You are my sorrow, my hope for a hallowed halo, My reason to look forward to a futureless tomorrow. You are my plight, my bright white light, My zany Dog Star to guide me through the darkest night. You are my yucky smelly potty, my sexy naughty hotty, My one true mad lovely, the one I want to live with till a hundred and forty. You are the one I don’t want to lose you see, Even though you are not mine and may never be.
* Yes, I am Batman
When will I realize that all I am made up of is dry dust However pretty, in time it is bound to turn course, to rust Of use it is nought to cling to my threateningly thinning tress To despair and depress when her my skin-deep beauty fails to impress. Detach from this crude matter I so so long to. I so so must.
A New Year resolution is NOT the solution #MondayMorningWakeUpCall
It’s quite early into 2016 and already many are barely holding on to their New Year resolutions with their little finger. Many many more have lost the battle before it began.
No wonder I’m not a fan of resolutions…made any time of the year. Felt like sharing why I think they are a curse, in the form of a verse.
Resolutions are not your solution, They are more a source of frustration, And in many cases cause of depression, When you are unable to reach your destination. When you get attached to your goal, It puts a lot of stress on your soul, It can create a deeply distressing black hole, Especially if you strive to reach it at the cost of your inborn role. A better way is to use it is as a guiding direction, Without getting fixated to your unbending ambition. By keeping an eye on the reasons of your agitation, And being a witness to the causes of your consternation. Slowly but surely, innately you will find the determination and motivation, To create an internal revolution and fulfil your aspiration.
Clarity of thought is the path to become a zot #MondayMorningWakeUpCall
Clarity of thought, A skill seldom taught But an ability often sought To transform from bot to zot* Hint: The problem you must simplify, Till the root cause you can clarify, By asking as many times ‘why o why’** And ambiguity will dissipate, clarity will fructify.
**The 5 Whys technique developed at Toyota to determine root cause.
Bonus Hint: Clear your mind and the answer you will find
This year, let’s shoot for the farthest star, Even if it seems very very afar, Cos even if we miss by little or much, The glorious sky we will surely touch.
#MondayMorningWakeUpCall #NewYearWakeUpCall #HappyNewYear
A one sided love affair, Is not a story many would share, Cos we’ve created a world Where we are embarrassed with anything short of gold. But tell me o’ friend Is it really the end, When I am lucky to have felt the ecstasy of endless love, Then to have felt the evanescent joy of a treasure trove. However the question does remain, How long do I live with the pain? The answer that I hear whispered in my ear, Is just wait, soon the light I shall see, I need not fear. The Universe will do what is best, All I have to do is live in zest.
There are times in our life, When we think it’s not worth the strife. That we’d rather quit this crap, Get the hell out of this miserable trap. Like many if you too think life is hard, That you’ve been dealt the wrong card, Maybe it’s time to pause, Time to reflect upon the cause. If your mirror does not lie, And to see the truth you are not shy, In the reflection you will see, Life is only as difficult as YOU make it to be. Relinquish your obsessive need to control all of your existence, And the Universe will yield to your every wish, even if it’s nonsense.
Had a whale (literally) of an Easter weekend @ Trincomalee. Thought I’d share it in the form of a poetree.
Thank you Trincomalee for reminding me, Of the world that we forget to see. Of the beauty that cannot be painted, And the miracles that we take for granted. I always did wonder where the sun hides at night, Till I saw him emerge from the Trinco sea to share his light, Like a gracious hero every night he gives way, For the moon to paint the sea shimmering silver with her ray. Hypnotic canvas laid, she then put on her greatest most dazzling act, A performance for which with us she seems to have a pact, Swallowing herself, only to teasingly reappear, Reminding me, the miracles of the universe are truly beyond compare. The joy of feeling the wind on your face, Is also cause for immense praise, Whether while riding at your own pace, Or simply basking by the moonlight in raptured daze. The gentle caress of the wave, Is not much unlike how lovers would behave, Lovingly stroking your body as if to apologize once more, For the hurt she caused in the winter of 2004. One morning I ventured far into the sea, Torpedoes I thought were coming at me, But if torpedoes were as harmless as a sperm whale, Then would it not be a beautiful world to sail? Where else will you find deer grazing so free? Or a peacock perched by an open tree? The marvelous mammoth statue of Lord Shiv, That is inspiration enough for anyone to live. Thank you Trincomalee for reminding me, Of the many colours of the sea, Of the beauty that cannot be painted, And the miracles that we should not take for granted.
Here are visuals to the verses.
Last but not least a word on Chaaya Blu, A staff always smiling and a view so true, The days passed by, I knew not how my time flew.