Book
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Is one of them really me?
AI-generated image Yesterday, I read a few pages of a book — The courage to be disliked — which is based on Adlerian philosophy. I have not progressed enough in the book to form an opinion, yet. From what little I read, some aspects I agree with, e.g., it is possible to change one’s behaviour… Continue reading
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My Path, My Friend
Krishna, I know not words so wise,That saints and sages memorise.Their chants and verses, deep and old,Are tales I’ve heard but never told. I can’t sing another’s song,And borrowed truths don’t belong.I only crave to call You mine,To feel You near, pure, divine. Am I indolent, lost in ease?Too quick to doubt, too hard to… Continue reading
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The Wriggle Dance of the Divine Child
After completing the Narayaneeyam, which I can only describe as a miracle in my life, I felt drawn to continue this journey of devotion through poetry. What began as a personal spiritual discipline slowly grew into an attempt to render sacred Tamil texts into English verse. It is both an offering and a learning process… Continue reading
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Krishna, My Puzzle
A box of patterned pieces,Of colors, shapes, and hue,I cradle them within my mind,Yet wonder what to do. I sense they form a picture grand,One far beyond my sight—A masterpiece I long to touch,To hold in perfect light. But all I see are scattered bits,Some edges, cracks, and curves;Is this the whole, or just a… Continue reading
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Books and Beginnings
Do you judge a book by its cover? Covers are for couch cusions. The first line—that’s where the book shows its true colours. A good first line doesn’t invite you in, it grabs you by the necktie. Take this for instance: “The story so far: in the beginning, the universe was created. This has made… Continue reading
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Let’s Twist and Turn
Coloured lights in melody,Are they from You, are they from me?Or perhaps there is no divide,Just flickers booming from inside. Red and blue and emerald gleam,Each note a hue, each pulse a dream.Can light itself create the song?Or do we dance and sing along? As we join the rhythm’s call,You and I, no gap at… Continue reading
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My own Path
In life, I know not words so wise,That saints and sages memorise.Their chants and verses, deep and old,Are tales I’ve heard but never told. Unbound by another’s song,And borrowed truths don’t belong.I only crave to call You mine,To feel Your presence, pure, divine. Am I indolent, lost in ease?Too quick to doubt, too hard to… Continue reading
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Beneath the Banyan Tree
The roots await beneath the tree,The banyan old, and wise, and free.I sit in peace at its base,And breathe the calmness of this place. A breeze just right, no heat, no chill,It wraps me close, and time stands still.I close my eyes, the world turns thin.That’s the moment You walk in. You sit beside me,… Continue reading
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SEO
I can’t believe I am doing an SEO and using you lovely people for it. My daughter’s book is now available on Amazon. The book, as explained in her portfolio, is “A collection of children’s stories about a little girl & her elderly neighbour whose kashayams (generic term for various types of medicinal home brew,… Continue reading
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Ninety-third Ten: The Universe is My Teacher
Lord, from all, let wisdom flow,Each creation, a truth to know.In every soul, let goodness shine,Guide me to learn and make it mine.***Grant me love sans binding ties,To dwell in Thee, where illusion dies.In Thy grace, beyond wrong and right,May I find truth, in Thy light.From bad and good, Oh Lord, free me,Freedom from judgment… Continue reading
The Burping Bullfrog 