Poems n Stories

🌱 A seed aligns with nature’s pace,     Unfolding not by force, but grace. 🌧️ The sky does not instruct the rain,     Yet rivers swell and bend again. 💫 Creation thrives not in the shove,     But in the yielding arc of love. 🌾 We till the ground, then pause and see—     Not all is shaped intentionally. 🌿 Why chase the world that will not stay,     When seeds choose stillness every day? 🕊️ Create the space, then gently stay—     The tide will turn its quiet way. 🌰 What came to bloom dissolves once more,     Becoming seed—not less, but more. There is a paradox of effort and surrender.  We are told that to attain happiness, fulfillment, and peace, we must strive relentlessly— chasing success, happiness, answers, even spiritual awakening. But in that mental chase, we may become blind to what is already here. When that chasing stops, Mind restlessness softens. Attention returns to the present. And t...

The Parable of the Lost Horse (often called the “Maybe” story) is a well-known Taoist story attributed to the wisdom tradition of Lao Tzu and Zhuangzi. A farmer in a village had only one horse. One day, the horse ran away into the hills. The neighbors came and said, “Such bad luck!” The farmer replied, “Maybe.” A few days later, the horse returned — bringing several wild horses with it. The neighbors said, “Such good luck!” The farmer replied, “Maybe.” Later, the farmer’s son tried to ride one of the wild horses. He fell and broke his leg. The neighbors said, “Such bad luck!” The farmer replied, “Maybe.” Soon after, soldiers came to the village to recruit young men for war. Because the son’s leg was broken, he was not taken. The neighbors said, “Such good luck!” The farmer replied again, “Maybe.” The Wisdom 🌿 Events are neither good nor bad by themselves. Their meaning unfolds over time. What looks like misfortune today may become fortune tomorrow. The teaching echoes the...

What I got — fullness. What comes — welcome. What goes — return. Joy, without holding. Peace, without asking. Peace, without losing. It feels cyclical. Nothing grasped. Nothing resisted. Nothing truly lost. Fullness in receiving. Grace in letting go. Trust in return.

Tomorrow unfolds in its own design, Not conditioned by today’s expectations; I act with confidence—my actions are mine, Whatever unfolds, I trust as divine. Let happenings arrive as gentle surprise, Never let expectations shock the mind. Count the blessings, Never the missings. Be blissful. Be joyful. One life. Live fully—now.

Tomorrow unfolds in its own design, Not conditioned by today’s expectations; I act with confidence—my actions are mine, Whatever unfolds, I trust as divine. Let happenings arrive as gentle surprise, Never let expectations shock the mind. Count the blessings, Never the missings. Be blissful. Be joyful. One life. Live fully—now.

My friend told me that day: Life need not be always shiny As sometimes it can get thorny Life need not always glitter As sometimes it can be bitter It is as sweet as pie Oh no, sometime it makes me cry Some pleasure; Some pain Some crazy; Some sane Not always what it seems For it’s made of some crazy dreams But I told him To me, life is a music; life process is the rhyme with ups and down chords. I Just Go, play to enjoy it all time. Life is nothing but a symphony full of harmony - I take pleasure and pain As just incidents of life. Life is here and life is there It is surely everywhere In my body, in my soul that I Get to know it, as my goal Having realized, I seize the day everyday to change my way In every move that I make In every step that I take I use them make most of my time Not using that time enough, is a crime Remember not to forget to Return the love that I get Remember how to forgive So that I have more of my heart give. Life is something that dwells within. Ju...