09 September 2010


Days when the
Laughter of life
Needs no reason.

Discipline is the
Season of joy.


Who knew? Who knew that there was still some poetry left in my soul? It seems I knew and take these words new. I am teasing of course. I knew the shadow would pass. Unless, unless of course it did not. Well, if you really want to be a poet, then my only advice is to read aloud from Tagore's Gitanjali every day. To be taken with meditation.


In my meditation,
I am atop a wave gigantic,
Indomitable, beyond obstruction.


"Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger."
Verse 63 of Gitanjali.

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