You are not your thoughts because that can change
You are not your feelings because it can change
You are not your choice because it can change
You are not your habits because that can change
You are not your body because it can change
You are not your failures because that can change
You are not your achievements because that can change.
You are not your idea because that can change
You are not your limitations because that can change
You are not what you think you are because that can change.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Some beautiful songs (from Hindi movies)
- Jane kahan gaye wo din...
- Sare sapane kahin Kho gaye...
- Ye kya jaghe hai doston...
- Aaane wala pal jaane wala hai...
- Thoda hai thode ki zarrorat hai...
- Madhuban Kushboo deta hai Sagar Savan deta hai...
- Aye tum yaad mujhe...
- Tu pyaar ka saagar hai...
- Itni Shakti hame dena data...
- More Saajan hain us paar...
- Aisa hi guru bhave saadho...
- Aaaoge jab tum o saajana angana phool khilenge...
- Aye Khudha...
- Balamwa bairi ho gaye hamaar...
- Yeh Kahna aa gaye hum...
- Jyoti Kalash Chalake...
- Rubaroo Roshini...
- Mora Man Darapan Kehalaye...
- Aye mere watan ke logon...
- Kabhi Kabhi mere dil me...
- Kiska Rasta Dehke...
- Bade aache lagate hain ye dharati ye nadiya...
- Seene me jalan Aaankhon me tufhaan sa kun hai...
- Chaal ri Sajani ab kya ro ke...
- Lagja Gale ke phir ye hasin raat ho na ho
- Janne Kahan Gaye Who Din
- Kisiki Muskurahatoon pe ho nisaar
- Mere saajan hain us paar
- .....
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
On Love
Love at first starts as physical attraction. Like a seedling breaking out from the ground below, where it remained hidden and sleepy till it was awakened by the falling rain.
It's potential is to grow big. To flowers and bear fruits. To be a home to a hundred lives. To make the world more beautiful. But quite like most seedlings, it dies without attaining its best.
Most seedlings live and die as seedling. Some grow to be saplings. Only a very very few grow to be big trees. Most often, Love like most seedlings, remains and dies at the physical level. Never really moving anywhere close to its greatest height. Its fullest bloom.
It's potential is to grow big. To flowers and bear fruits. To be a home to a hundred lives. To make the world more beautiful. But quite like most seedlings, it dies without attaining its best.
Most seedlings live and die as seedling. Some grow to be saplings. Only a very very few grow to be big trees. Most often, Love like most seedlings, remains and dies at the physical level. Never really moving anywhere close to its greatest height. Its fullest bloom.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Satyam Shivam Sundaram
Life is an expression (of the potential. Of the the paramatma). An expression is beautiful when there is life in it. What has life in it is beautiful. Shiv is life. Shiv is beautiful.
Truth supports life. Moves it forward (to a still better expression). Untruth undermines it destroys it. Shiv protects life. Shiv is Truth.
Truth is Shiv (life). Shiv (life) is Beautiful.
Satyam Shivam Sundaram.
Truth supports life. Moves it forward (to a still better expression). Untruth undermines it destroys it. Shiv protects life. Shiv is Truth.
Truth is Shiv (life). Shiv (life) is Beautiful.
Satyam Shivam Sundaram.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
We live by grace
We all live off the grace of others.
But more importantly we live by the grace of God.
It never will be possible to repay this debt.
We will remain forever indebted.
We can only receive with grace.
We can only rejoice when we can give.
But more importantly we live by the grace of God.
It never will be possible to repay this debt.
We will remain forever indebted.
We can only receive with grace.
We can only rejoice when we can give.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Time to leave
When love turns into possession it is time to let go
When determination turns to anger it is time to ease up.
When a way becomes a habit it is time to change directions.
When speaking the truth beings to hurt, it is time to return to silence.
When responsibility becomes a burden it is time to draw on your love.
When understanding begins to harden into prejudice it is time to seek new perspectives.
When self belief begins to grow into conceit it is time to seek new purpose.
When you have said more than a lot it is time to start listening.
When determination turns to anger it is time to ease up.
When a way becomes a habit it is time to change directions.
When speaking the truth beings to hurt, it is time to return to silence.
When responsibility becomes a burden it is time to draw on your love.
When understanding begins to harden into prejudice it is time to seek new perspectives.
When self belief begins to grow into conceit it is time to seek new purpose.
When you have said more than a lot it is time to start listening.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
The selfish me
As I watch
All my loved ones pass
There is but one dominant thought
They gave me more than I ever sought
Much of what I learned they me taught
They loved me more
More than a lot
I loved them too
But not enough
All my loved ones pass
There is but one dominant thought
They gave me more than I ever sought
Much of what I learned they me taught
They loved me more
More than a lot
I loved them too
But not enough
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