Most joyous moment of life – by my friend Pallavi, gave life to our memories for a lifetime Continue reading Joy of 16000ft is Forever – Goecha La on a Canvas
My body is precious, it represents my mind and my soul. It’s OK to say no. No. I can’t do this…I am glad I didn’t challenge myself. I didn’t succumb to my fear. I paused. Continue reading Derak – Mount Mother, Shiraz Iran
India and Iran have a lot of history and lots in common like the words – “bazaar, nazar, mushkil, noor, ishq, roz, mehman, ..” and most of all “Athithi Devo Bhava”, we both practice. I keep saying to my Iranian friends and everyone “however far we are, we share the same roots, somewhere deep down we are connected”
Before I close my eyes, I realized – In the darkness of the night, clouds shielding the moonlight, very far are my friends on the their plight, alone as a human yet together as nature – here I am surrendered to the nature’s delight. Now, this beautiful morning with ice everywhere out of nowhere, blessed I am to romance with nature, the winds so pure and fast pushing everything on its way but the ground so accepting that it held me to itself like a mother holding the child. the stream gushing from the mountains to the millions of people dependent on it, the sun burning himself to provide me energy to survive, the shrubs telling me “You are not alone, with us you can grow anywhere” the tall mountains – standing upright – “I was here waiting for you, I am here protecting you, I will be here to tell you – it’s not over, strive a little, there’s more the other side, just for you!” And I, I just kept looking at them being a part of them yet I take so much from everyone, everything and they all selflessly doing their job. Oh, selfless nature, I am a part of you, make me selfless as you, you give me everything, to you what can I offer? I feel so small that there’s nothing I give yet you give me yourself completely! Without you, I exist not! Continue reading Himalayas Calling:Trek to Goecha La
adding people in your life does not reduce the love for existing ones but grows in all directions Continue reading Unexpected Joy – Traveller
Pride is in you, For You, you love all. They, live on your heat, I. I give you my radiance. You nurture them, For You, you love all. They, exist on your romance, I. I give you my radiance. You wake them, They cherish your absence to sleep. I run amok, In search of you, in the dark. For once, you give me a glimpse, I. I give you my radiance. A poem that speaks the heart of a cloud, who takes nothing from the Sun, yet gives him it’s radiance unlike the world that only takes, takes from him. … Continue reading Tyrst with the Sun
Driving a car on a stormy night? Ever wondered seated behind the wheel, what if the wiper stopped? I did. This morning driving to my office in the bus, I pondered if I could be as patient, humble, consistent, proactive, non-whining, dedicated, determined, focussed as the wiper that wiped every drop of water entering its reach, I would live every moment and attain heights I dream of. Gazing at the meticulous water pouring unscruplously , I wondered if the wiper does not complain about water and does it’s work, if the wiper doesn’t get annoyed, then, we being humans, who … Continue reading Is your Wiper tired?
ओस की बूँद पर, स्पर्श सूरज की पहली किरण | सज्ज उठी प्यारी सी कली, इस रंग भरी ओस से || है सीना तान के, आँच न आने देती, लड़ती वो हर तूफान || लगाए उसे छाती पर, पोषण देती अपने खून से, कहती यह मेरी संतान || फैलाओ अपनी बाहें ‘ओ इंद्रधनुष, नाचे तितली, गाए मेरी सखी | नमन करती मैं निर्मिति को, “सुन वायु, ओ मेरी धारा, मैं धरती, करती विन्नति, बरसो आसीस इस कली पर यह मेरी संतान, यह मेरी सन्तान ||” जन्मे तू मेरी कोख से या उज्ज्वल करे किसी का आँगन, मैं तेरी माता, तू … Continue reading कली मेरी संतान