The Might

P.C: Akshay Kuntewar

The Might, to reach the zenith of sky,
The Might,to fetch the line so high.

The Might,to elope in the ocean above,
The Might,to swim acros the globe.

The Might,to break the barriers of law,
The Might,to correct the odd old flaw.

The Might,to stand and gain the power,
The Might,to rise from will to empower.

The Might,to shine above the crowd,
The Might,to speak out and say aloud.

The Might,to fight back  from wrong,
The Might,to be firm against the throng!

And,
The Might,to look within my self,
Comes from,
The Might,to reflect my inner strength!

-SSW

THE DROP ON THE LEAF..

Disclaimer:A wonderful write up and a meticulous observation by an excellent colleague of mine who is not only a very good professional but also a beautiful human being.

 

 

 

 

Have you ever observed a drop on the leaf of a plant?

If you have just SEEN it you would say that the drop lies on the leaf either till it dries off or falls off...

But if you have OBSERVED it..U would realise that in a still plant it falls off only when it grows heavy enough for the leaf to carry it..

And when you keep on observing..You gets some deeper meanings that life teaches you every moment..It's not something beyond imagination..It's just the matter of keeping your senses open to receive them..

One lesson I could get was something I would share...

The *drop* on the leaf may be considered to be the *student* and the *leaf* can be considered to be the *teacher or guru*..

The Student is delicate and reflective to the teacher's teachings.. Exactly like a clear drop of water

And The Teacher is gentle and Supportive exactly like the leaf..

So when the water is sprinkled on the plant it is like the students are destined to a teacher..That drop reaches the leaf which is destined to it..The leaf holds the drop and supports it until it either grows by joining with the surrounding droplets to become heavy enough to fall off and face the world or it stays there stagnant till it dries up..And the leaf keeps supporting it till it evaporates and faces the world again..The leaf seems to do it's duty any which ways.. Without discrimination and complaints...

Thus, no matter how the student is, the teacher is always there to help and support the student...

So we have to be *grateful* to our teachers who were destined to become the leaf in our life and make us the drop that we are today in this giant universe..

*Learn from nature every moment*..It always give us the best.

 

*-Reeti C. Puthran*

Occupational therapist, Pranic Healer and Arhatic Yogi.

The Untravelled Road

P.C:Ali Wasti

Loose yourself in the beauty of kind,
Walk with the breeze and unwind.

The tall green bushes all around,
Welcomes your shadow on the ground.

The silence of wind when crosses cheeks ,
Then eyes close for the soul to sink within.

The chirping birds and the ocean of sky,
Together they all let your inner soul fly.

The highness of life is felt in silence,
Which echoes in mind rings it in life.

The freshness of happiness is song of joy,
The melody of it is a rhyme you enjoy.

You must have travelled on zillion paths,
But not the road that feels the same path!

For once,
Be the guest of the beautiful Nature,
And ,
be amazed to know of your Nurturer!

-SSW

Kitchen..Where Heart and soul meets!

P.C:SSW

Where the walls speak of hard work,
And the ceiling reflects the clock work!
It's the Place that dwells us all,
Not Of or
For ONE,
 But of All,
Its Kitchen ,to which we call,
Indifferent to big or small!

It strings the day and its earned meal,
Wiped with sweat and its feel!
It sees the tears and its half meal,
To save the pocket, half filled!
 
Where the heart beats for the stomach,
And eyes rests on the need's hammock,
Where the area of platform does not matter,
As every utensil dances to flatter!

When the sweat of love pours a drink,
Rejuvenates the soul with a blink!
Where the hands rise to mold care,
And the lesson begins to love and share!

Where the echo of hunger rises to live,
The giggles and laughter along with it,
Its the place that connects everyone,
The aroma of food is not for one!

Festive dinner or an evening delight,
The charm of it will always rise,
With the symphony of women's talk.
and children's roar and men's walk!

In happiness too shines this place,
to the melody of food and plate!
In sadness the vessels weep,
to the silence of it we can feel!

The stacked tiff-ins and morning platter,
So well they all silently smirk to chatter!
Be it fridge,sink or cooker's whistle,
Be it mysterious spill of milk over vessel!

This place is more than four walls,
It connects to emotions of our hearts!
This place understands our every need,
Resonates, when our heart and soul meets!


-SSW
P.S :This is the story of every house.Kitchen is the most special place .Be it withered walls or aced with tiles.A high platform or a floor stove.This is the first place that sees us struggle and sacrifice and has heard our deepest conversation.
And certainly kitchen has food and every one needs food so kitchen belongs to all