Why sink when you can fly ?
Why cry when you can laugh ?
All you need is a hug
All you need is love
Throw that frown aside
And wear this shiny smile
There, look how gorgeous you are
Wearing this beautiful smile.

The Song of the Lord

Whatever has happened, has happened just fine.
What is happening, is happening just fine.
Whatever is to happen, will happen just fine…

What possession have you lost, that you cry for?
What did you bring to this world, for it to be lost?
What did you create, for it to be wasted?
Whatever you have taken, is taken from here..
Whatever you have given, is given from here..
What is yours today, will be another person’s possession tomorrow.
And a different person’s, the day after.

This is the law of the universe; the law of my creation.

[note: An excerpt translated from ‘the Geetha/Gita’ or The Song of the Lord ]

happy yellow sunflowers

A friendly piece of paper

The little piece of paper,
that I hurt with pen-tips sharp,
and ink, dull and cheap,
still cares, still loves me..
Listens to my heart, as it weeps
Wipes her tears,
with care and diligence.

notebook and pen


When the heart is heavy,

and breathe feeble;

When motivation is drained

and smile lost;

When hope is in hiding,

and love non-existent;

When confusion invades your mind,

and friends abandon you;

When loneliness is your only companion,

and fear, your shadow,

You know something is not right,

you know you are depressed.

White flower

No Fear!

No Fear, Never fear!

Not when the sky crumbles over your head,
Nor when the whole world stands against you.
Not when folks judge and belittle you
Nor when you have to go begging for a living.
Not when desired possessions perish
Nor when women shed their tears
Not when your friend feeds you poison
Nor when a battalion comes at your door steps.
No Fear, Never Fear!

Based on a Tami poem called “அச்சமில்லை அச்சமில்லை அச்சமென்ப தில்லையே!” by the great Tamil poet Subramanya Bharathi



What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

~ Leisure by William Henry Davies